You Have Everything

Chap 6

Draco woke up with a splitting headache. He was sore everywhere and cold. He could barely remember what happened last night.

"Morning angel."

His neck did a fast turn towards the voice, there was an unknown man in his kitchen. Drinking coffee from his mug and naked.

"Oh Merlin." He whispered, realizing what he'd done. He shagged a completely random man, and that man had no thoughts of leaving.

He sighed in relief to realize that at least he had a robe on. He started searching for his phone and wand. He found the wand in a drawer under the telly, pointed it at the man, " Obliviate '' he whispered. The man dropped dead, mug shattering on the floor.

Draco did a few more swishes to dress the guy up and fix his mug. He ran up to his room and dressed in a more formal attire, face still flushed in embarrassment. He went back down and called a cab, with the help of magic, he put him in the cab and just paid to drive until the man woke up.

It felt like the headache was getting worse with everything he did, he shuffled through the drawer to see if he had any pills left, now startled by a lower, more awkward voice.

"Morning." He yawned, and to Draco horror, Harry Bloody Potter was in his house.

Harry decided he would act as if nothing happened. They were both adults and it's not like Harry never brought people home now and then. His job was only to search Draco's place to see if he was still affiliated with anyone with the dark mark, not blacklist his dates.

Harry greeted Draco in the most casual way he could, and he didn't mean it, but the look of shock made Harry unusually giddy.

"Harry, so you slept here last night?" Harry saw the panic in Draco's eyes, and it made Harry feel good.

"Yeah, the bed was great and I slept great, how about you?" Harry smiled back, not being able to take his eyes off Draco's face.

"That's good, ok. Yes I slept fine. Um, let's see, uhh breakfast?" For the first time, Draco Black was stuttering. Not his blind rage tremble but an insecure one. Harry couldn't understand the joy he felt.

"I'll just have toast." He replied, grinning to himself.

"Ok, yeah, the toaster should be in one of the boxes."

Harry saw Draco rummaging through stuff as he waited for his toast. He gave Harry a plate and soon started setting the table with all kinds of what he assumes is jams.

"Can I just use whatever's on the table then?" Harry asked, lifting his nicely toasted bread onto his plate.

"Go ahead," he called, starting to go upstairs. "I'll be right back!"

Harry sat down at the only box free table in the house, looking at all his options. There must have been over 5 jars yet not a single strawberry jam flavor. He picked one up and saw the label 'White Alba Truffle', he remembered how Vernon would always brag about some work outing and eating truffles. Curious, he put a bit on the corner of his toast and bit down.

Draco started looking through all his options to see if he had any hangover medicine, the silence felt as if it would rupture his eardrums. But before he could find it, he heard a big thump from downstairs.

Draco casually walked out of the room and to the edge of the staircase. "Harry?" He called, waiting for an answer. "Everything all right down there?"

There was a long silence that followed, he quickly raced down the stairs to see what was going on. There, on the floor of his dining room, Harry Potter was knocked cold. Terrified, Draco quickly rushed over to check the breathing. Getting closer, Draco realized his face looked much worse than that one time Harry suddenly came to the manor mid war. He started throwing out the healing charms he knew of, but it was only a temporary fix.

By the looks of it, nobody broke in. Harry had only eaten a corner of his toast and it didn't seem like the truffle had gotten even close to the expiration date. Draco quickly rushed back to the potions room and looked at his medical wall of potions. It definitely wasn't broken bones or fatigue, what caused rashes, hive like rashes, that would swell up the face? That's when Draco saw the allergy potion, it was for his cinnamon allergy, he always had extra because it sometimes felt like muggles put it in all their sweets.

Hesitating, Draco took the bottle and ran downstairs. Harry seemed to have swelled right back up again despite all of his previous healing charms. To his despair, it didn't seem like Harry was going to be able to drink it on his own.

"Good Merlin let him not remember."

Then, without much options, Draco put the potion in his mouth. Draco carefully lifted Harry's head and slightly opened his mouth. He lowered his head until his and Harry's lips met and slowly gave the liquid to Harry. His hands were lightly on Harry's neck to make sure he was swallowing.

Once Harry had finished, Draco pulled away, wiping the dripping potion off with his sleeves. Draco praised himself as he started to see the swelling go down immediately and Harry started becoming more responsive.

Draco lightly tapped Harry on the cheeks. "Nod if you can hear and understand me." Harry feebly nodded, looking confused while doing so. "Good, good, what's your name hun?"

"Harry James Potter." It was slurred and sluggish but Draco let out a little sigh of relief.

"Great, do you know where you are?"

It was as if that question was a trigger that made Harry sit up in a flash, Draco barely avoiding getting headbutted in the nose. Even though he was still sitting, it was obvious Harry was still in a woozy state.

"Harry, you should lay down longer. You were most likely in anaphylaxis shock. You have to let your body rest."

"O-o-on you l-lap??" He said, slurring and fumbling like a newborn child.

Draco sighed at the sight, the fact that he almost killed the boy who lived. The only thing He could not achieve was laughable. He took out his wand and with a swish had Harry out cold. Before he could hit his head, Draco swished his wand again, but now instead of the unknown man this morning, he carried Harry into the guest room.

I