Midnight Sunshine

Wild Things

Draco awoke the next morning, turning to Harry who was awake beside him "Good morning my love." "Morning. I was thinking about when we cried in front of each other last night." He said, sitting up. Harry leaned over and pressed a loving kiss to Draco's soft hair. Two minutes later, Draco was fidgeting "Do you want a cuddle?" He asked in a gentle tone, although he looked tearful again, gave a small nod. Harry wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer. He rubbed a soothing hand up and down Draco's back as he sobbed, not shushing him this time, just letting him purge all of the pain and horror from his body. "I'm sorry," Draco whispered when he'd finally quieted, sobs trailing off into whimpers and then into nothing. "Don't be," Harry told him, smiling a soft, teasing smile as he kissed the other man's temple.

The two lied in each other's embrace for a little longer before it was really time to get up "Do you want a warm bath and relax?" "Sure, but the Sanctuary Spa one you got me for Christmas." "Of course." He got up, leaving his fiance tucked under the covers, leaning down, kissing the tip of his nose "Relax for now sweetheart." He nodded, lying back on his side. Harry left their bedroom to run him a bubble bath. 10 minutes later, he turned off the taps, walking back to their bedroom, climbing in bed beside a sleeping Draco "Sweetheart?" He whispered as he groaned, turning around, burying his face in his chest "Come on baby." He lifted him up, carrying him to the bathroom, closing the door behind them both, sitting him on the closed toilet seat. Draco's eyes got used to where he was, looking at the bath "Thank you." He smiled, rubbing his eyes.

They climbed in, and Harry settled himself behind Draco, , letting him lean back into his chest, bracketed by his legs. He shifted slightly, which caused Harry to, rather unintentionally, poke him in the back. "Do you want me to sort that out for you or leave it?" "I promise, I'm okay," Harry assured him. "I just want you to relax. Can you do that for me?" Draco sighed, but nodded. Turning sideways, he curled in on himself, resting his head against Harry's chest. "Thank you," he murmured again. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, holding him tightly to himself. "You're welcome," he said, kissing the damp curls in front of him. Then, after a few moments, "You know that it wasn't your fault?" Draco sighed again. He was quiet for a few long moments, but then— "I know. I'm pretty sure..." he let out a shaky breath before going on. "I'm pretty sure they were dead before the operation. But it still hurts. It still hurts so much, Harry." "I know. I know"  He ran a hand up and down Draco's back underneath the water.

Draco turned his head even further, pressing his face into Harry's collarbone. "I don't know if I can do this anymore," he whispered, almost too quiet to hear.  "Draco..." Harry said. He freed one of his hands to tilt Draco's head up, making him meet his eyes. He looked so sad, so guilty. "You don't have to. I know you feel like you do, but you've done enough. You've given enough." He moved his hand down to Draco's heart, pressing it over his own heart. "You've given enough." A few stray tears trailed down Draco's face as he squeezed his eyes shut. Harry kissed him gently, under each eye, and then on his lips, a soft brush of reassurance. "You don't have to decide right now, okay?" Draco took a deep, shaky breath before nodding and lowering his chin again, tucking himself back into Harry's chest. "Okay," he murmured. 

Harry knew that this wouldn't be the end of it; that there were likely weeks or even months worth of conversations and debates and self-recriminations ahead of them before Draco could convince himself that he no longer had to be the martyr he'd been carefully moulded into when he was too young to understand. But Harry knew unlearning and relearning, breaking down and building back up. He would be there for him, no matter how long it took. They stayed there, curled together in the warm, gently lapping water, for a long time. 

After a while, they got out of the bath which was starting to get cold, the two got dressed, the blonde in a white thin strap top with a white pleated skirt and Harry in joggers and no shirt "Come here beautiful." He cooed. Draco lied down beside him, moving closer to his chest. Harry pulled the duvet over the both of them "Harry I want to ask you something but be honest." "Okay." "Why did you choose to propose?" "I love you baby, no matter if we fight, I'll never hate you or stop loving you. There's nothing I want more in this world as you my love are my world." He explained "I do what one thing from you." "What is that?" "Come sit on my lap gorgeous, I don't bite." He climbed onto his lap, blushing when he felt Harry's hard on "You want me to do it?" "Go on baby." He got off of his lap, sitting between his spread legs "Sure?" "I'm sure cutie, go on." The blonde pulled the dark red joggers down, throwing them on the floor, climbing back on his lap, rolling his hips, grinding onto Harry, causing him to gasp in pleasure.