Piece of Your Heart ✔️

Chapter 39

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Harry hadn't gone home in a week. He had no plans on going back, but after going out with Arthur, he thought it was best to just have the man bring him back to his home. They had a system, and Harry didn't want to cause more trouble than he previously had.

Luna's Thanksgiving dinner was the next day, so Harry would be returning early to help her and Neville cook. He figured they could use some time without him. Quietly creeping through his house, he raised an eyebrow in confusion at the sight of his open door. He toyed with the notion of showering, but he didn't want to alert Draco that he was home yet, if at all.

Instead, he closed the door and changed into pajamas. Looking forward to sleeping in his own bed, he grimaced when he saw that the pillow he used was missing from his bed. With a resigned sigh, he grabbed the one Draco used when he stayed in Harry's bed. He missed him of course, but he would never tell Draco that. Reaching into his top drawer, he pulled a vial of Draco's potion out, and welcomed sleep for the first time in a week.

Draco was becoming more frantic by the day. Everyone assured him that Harry was fine, but the longer Harry stayed away from him, the longer he thought Harry would get used to living life without him again. The need to be wanted by Harry was suffocating. They didn't even have to date, he just needed Harry to not hate him. Life had taken on a dull hue ever since he pushed Harry away. He truly was his Sunshine.

Walking up to his room, Draco growled at Harry's closed door. He left it open because George had a habit of poking around in there. He angrily swung the door open, and the sight of Harry asleep in his bed brought Draco to his knees. Stumbling back up, he ran to George's room.

"Harry's back!"

"Draco, you think every noise this old house makes is Harry. You need to relax mate."

"No, he's asleep in his bed!"

George allowed himself to be roughly dragged down the hallway.

"What do you know, he is actually here this time. Are you alright if I leave you alone for a while since he's back? I'm going to head home for a bit, pick up some dinner from mum."

"That's fine."

Draco was barely even listening to him. His Harry had returned home. Cautiously, he sat on the side of his bed.

"I'm so sorry darling. I love you, I'm just the biggest prat in the world. But you knew that already huh? Yet you still loved me anyways. I just hope I'm not too late."

Softly running a hand down Harry's cheek, Draco left to pick back up in his potions lab, but not before covering Harry with a blanket. He had been moving a lot slower than usual. Part of it was due to the lack of help. Harry and Hermione had been offering help when they were available. Now, Draco felt like he was drowning, and no one was there to save him.

Downing a calming draught, he allowed himself to work tirelessly until George found him who knows how many hours later, drenched in sweat, slaving over a set of cauldrons.

"Have you been down here the whole time?"

"Yes."

"I've spoken to Harry. I'm going home now, he said it was alright. Dinner is on the table, he's in the shower."

"How do I stop messing this up?"

"I don't think you know how to stop", George replied with a sad laugh. "We're all rooting for you two idiots if it helps. Hermione once again sends her apologies."