𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒

Chapter 24

Draco awoke groggily after a restless night. He rolled over and checked the time, realizing with annoyance that he had missed breakfast. Stumbling out of bed in just his pajama pants, he headed to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face and wake himself up.

Looking in the mirror, the blonde grimaced at himself. "You look like something the cat has drug in and then drug back out again," his reflection berated him. Draco stuck out his tongue at his mirror image and grabbed a brush. He smoothed down his blonde hair that was sticking up in every direction from all the tossing and turning he had done in bed throughout the night because he'd barely been able to get any sleep after the fight with Harry.

Draco splashed some more water on his swollen and red eyes. He had never cried so much in his entire life, at least not since he had been a small boy, and he was now feeling emotionally drained and snappish from lack of sleep. He wished wholeheartedly that he had his wand so he could cast a Glamour spell to hide the puffiness under his eyes.

Draco couldn't understand why Harry's words had upset him so much. The-Boy-Who-Lived had certainly said worse to him in the past without him breaking down, but then again he hadn't wanted to be with the dark haired teen then. He hadn't wanted to change.

He padded out into the kitchen, going to the cold box and taking out a pitcher of pumpkin juice. He still had a few cokes left, but decided to hold off on having one until later in the day. He downed the juice he had poured and was just about to call for a house elf to bring him something to eat when he heard a soft knock on his door. Draco immediately knew who it was and was almost not going to open it as hurt irritation beginning to course though him once more.

"Draco, it's me," Harry called from the other side of the door. "I brought you something to eat." He was holding a tray of scones, various jams and a pot of tea that he had brought up from the Great Hall when Draco hadn't made an appearance as well as a large bouquet of wild flowers he had picked before breakfast and a love poem he had written the night before. Surprisingly, the 'bringing breakfast to the pissed off boyfriend', had been Ron's idea.

The whole day yesterday had been surreal for the red-head. He couldn't believe how well Malfoy had behaved and it boggled his mind to realize that the Slytherin was being this agreeable just to make Harry happy. Ron had felt like his whole world had tilted off its axis; that was until the two had started fighting. The first thought that had popped into his head had been that things were finally getting back to normal. He had had the distinct urge to tell Harry 'I told you so,' but had wisely kept quiet when he noticed the devastated look on his friends face when the blonde had flown off.

Last night had been worse, Harry kept pacing around in their room late into the night trying to think of ways to make up with his angry boyfriend when he had returned after unsuccessfully trying to talk to Draco, keeping Ron awake. The bespectacled teen had acted more upset than the time he and Cho had argued. He had finally calmed down after sitting for an hour composing his poem, allowing them to at least get a few hours of sleep before getting up for breakfast.

Down in the Great Hall, Harry had been checking the time every two minutes and watching the door, only shoving his food around on his plate, his clutch of wild flowers on the table, the poem folded and tucked into his pocket, not interested in eating. Ron could not get him out of his funk no matter how hard he tried. He hated seeing his best friend so depressed, so he had finally broken down and suggested that Harry take the blonde some breakfast as a peace offering, as well as his gifts.

"You think it would be okay?" Harry asked, feeling more than a little insecure.

"Yes, I'm sure he's had time to cool off. You know Malfoy has always been a drama queen, and he loves getting presents," Ron joked. "Go on and talk to him."