𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒

Chapter 3

Chapter Number/Total: 3/44
Chapter Title: A Well So Cavernous

Harry was reading. He was actually beginning to think that reading was becoming his life, which, previously, he would have never thought in a million years. Over the past few weeks Draco had been withdrawn, angry, and completely off-limits as far as sex went. But what was strange was that he could change in a matter of minutes to being friendly, loving, and turned-on as hell. It was driving Harry absolutely mad. Well, at least Draco had gotten marginally better since that visit with his mother - but still.

He didn't know when it was okay to touch Draco and when it wasn't. He didn't know how far he was allowed to go when Draco started kissing him and rubbing against him, and he wanted to pull his hair out when Draco would pull away and leave him with an erection. He was still wanking in the shower and hadn't even gotten a glimpse of Draco's arse or cock. He didn't let Draco know any of this of course, but he was really starting to feel it. He didn't blame his lover for the problem. He knew it wasn't his fault. Harry only wished that he knew what to do about it.

They both hadn't left the house at all, and Harry hadn't seen any of his friends since seeing Ron and Hermione at the hospital. He'd received letters from a few concerned friends, but mostly ignored them and their offers to come over or have Harry visit. Mrs. Weasley had even sent a worried-sounding letter, begging Harry to come over, but he'd had to refuse her offer like all the others. He didn't want to be far from Draco. He missed them, but he wasn't leaving or stressing Draco out with other people being in their house.

So, he read - either that or he just sat and thought, which was really rather boring. He'd even wished they had a television set. At least he could watch a film or something then.

He was currently just reading a book on the Quidditch teams of Great Britain - one that he'd read once already. Draco was off working in his lab. He did that a lot. Harry read and Draco worked on potions. It was like living with a mad scientist or something. Harry sighed, feeling guilty for thinking anything remotely bad about Draco, especially since all of it was due to what had happened with the Lestranges.

He looked up at the ceiling. Perhaps he could take a nap to pass the time, but as he was getting to his feet, he heard knocking. It was unexpected, as it usually was, and he frowned in thought. It was probably Narcissa, checking up on Draco again. He left the living room and made his way down the hall to the door.

"Hi, Harry," said Hermione when he pulled the door open.

Harry smiled. "Hi," he said, happy to see that it was her. He knew she wouldn't bother Draco - well, he probably wouldn't even come down.

She smiled too and stepped inside.

Harry led her to the sitting room.

"Sorry I didn't send a letter or anything," she said. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"It's fine," said Harry.

"Where's Draco?"

Harry frowned. "In the lab," he answered.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Oh," she said. "Is that a bad thing?"

Harry startled. Had that shown in his face? "Well, no, I guess not," he said. "He stays in there a lot."

"Oh," she repeated, cocking her head a bit and watching Harry.

He stared back.

"So," she continued, "you've been okay then?"

"Yeah, I suppose," Harry replied.

"You suppose?"

Harry sighed. "Do I need to let you know how I've been doing down to every last mood?"