Nowhere Else to Go

Chapter 14

Draco was left an absolute mess after having Harry in his lap like that. He had to admit, it was an effective way of getting him to sit still and let Harry fix him up, but fucking hell he was embarrassed that he'd reacted like that. All he could think about was that night with Harry. The deeply sewn tension that had been tugging at him since year one at Hogwarts, finally brought to a close for that one blissful evening. He wanted to feel that again; to feel the magnetic tension between the two pull them together in a fit of passion and desire.

He glanced down at his crotch and rolled his eyes. He expected nothing less from that encounter, his hard on was incredibly obvious and Harry had probably fucking felt it too. He was more than embarrassed; he was mortified. He groaned softly and closed his eyes, letting his hand trail down and under his pants.

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Harry washed the dishes from breakfast and let out a small sigh. He did have quite a bit to get done today, on top of taking care of Draco. He also wanted to actually speak with Draco at some point about what the hell he was thinking leaving the apartment like that.

He picked up his laptop and went into his room to get a bit of work done. He sat at his desk and started typing, getting lost in his newer work.

He worked for about three hours straight before he realized he should check on Draco. He stood and walked over to the guest room and knocked on the door, and gently pushed it open.

Draco was still in bed, significantly less pink than he was during their last encounter. He looked up at Harry when he came in. "What do you want, Potter" he mumbled half heartedly. He was still bitter about his unfortunate hubris in searching for a job. He tried not to get too torn up about it, but he had a feeling that was exactly what Harry was here to talk about.

Harry sat down in the chair by the desk and leaned back. "I just want to talk to you. You don't have to tell me what happened, but what the hell were you thinking leaving the house, Malfoy??" He looked at him, clearly concerned. He wouldn't even mention Draco climbing into his bed last night, in hopes of avoiding the standard shut down that Draco gave him.

Draco bit his lip and shook his head, avoiding eye contact. "It's none of your damn business" he muttered, gently fidgeting with his bandages.

"Malfoy, need I remind you that you are living under my roof? I think the least I can ask for is a reason" he muttered, watching Draco intently.

Draco felt the sting of each and every of Harry's words. That was the exact reason he'd left in the first place, to relieve some of the pressure on Harry's part to take care of him. He wanted to be independent, support himself. He said nothing to Harry. He knew if he did speak in that moment, he'd likely get himself kicked out and left for the streets.

"Malfoy-"

"Don't fucking call me that" he bit, shooting Harry a glare. His voice filled with venom and spite.

Harry looked back at him, a little surprised by the small outburst. "Draco" he started again, but it felt wrong to call him by his first name. It didn't sit right with him. He shook it off. "I'll be back tonight." He said, getting up and leaving the room. He could tell Draco was on edge, it was evident. He didn't want to press for more, especially while Draco was still recovering.

Draco felt some semblance of guilt for driving Harry away like that, but he honestly couldn't help himself. It was his first defense mechanism, to push others away. He closed his eyes and finally let the tears fall. He hated crying almost more than he hated getting beat up. Almost.

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Harry didn't know the best way to go about speaking to Draco. He really just needed him to open up a bit, but nothing was more unlike Draco than to talk about his feelings. He decided to distract himself with cooking for the two of them, starting on some pasta. He let his thoughts trail away as he finished their dinner, and brought up a plate for Draco. He gently knocked on the door and heard no response. Maybe Draco had finally gotten some sleep. He pushed open the door gently, only to see Draco curled up under the blankets, shaking slightly.

Harry walked over and set the food down beside the bed, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco didn't react. He looked to be shivering from the cold, likely because he'd gone so long without food. His body probably couldn't handle the cold well. Harry lifted his hand and let out a soft sigh. "I brought some food. It's warm." he said, walking over to the closet in the room. He pulled out an extra blanket and laid it over Draco. They were entering winter after all, and he wanted Draco to be comfortable.

He left the room to let Draco eat in peace, and he cleaned up the kitchen. He wondered how long Draco would be staying with him. He certainly didn't mind the company, and after the events of just a few nights ago, he didn't expect Draco to be going outside anytime soon. He set out the last pan to dry and shut off the lights, walking up to his room.