You Have Everything

Chap 8

After a while Harry felt Draco's breathing stabilize and assumed he was asleep, he easily put him back on the couch. It surprised Harry just how light Draco was but just brushed it off as Draco was always on the slim side. Stomach grumbling, Harry decided he was craving french toast instead of toast. He dug through the box marked spices and even looked through the drawer but didn't see cinnamon anywhere.

Disappointed and hungry, he decided to just go to the market. Harry apparated away and decided to go to the owl post first. Harry loved the smell of the wizarding post office, so he walked over and bought the mail set and rented the fastest owl they currently had.

'Hermione,
I'm currently on a mission and someone close has gotten injured (sorry I can't disclose more 'mione) can you send or recommend any healing spells?
Harry Potter'

"Good enough," Harry smirked at his somewhat neat handwriting. At least it had gotten better from his school days.

He attached it to the owl and sent it on his way, he stepped out welcoming the buzzing streets of the magical world. Harry had forgotten to wear his robe but since he was only making a quick store run, he thought nothing much of it and quickly went into 'Bakers Bodega's.

Harry quickly found the cinnamon, debated whether to get eggs because he had forgotten what Draco had, then grabbed the eggs and rushed to the counter.

"What's the rush mister?" The cashier laughed, checking his items.

"Oh, just in a bit of a hurry." He smiled, hoping the interaction would go faster. He didn't want Draco to wake up in a empty house.

"Your Harry Potter!" The cashier suddenly exclaimed, "oh wow, I can't believe I didn't recognize you! You're much more good looking in person you know, and-" she babbled on.

Harry hated  these situations, it was even worse when the crowd started forming. "Hey, I'm a bit short on time right now, how much for the two items?" He cut, trying to emphasize his urgency.

"How could I possibly charge the Mr. Harry Potter. It's on the house, after all, it's all thanks to you I'm alive." She forcibly took Harry's hand, now shaking it hard as she teared up.

"Oh, i-i can't do that. How much, please let me pay." Harry hated getting things 'on the house' much more. It used to be cool but now it was just uncomfortable.

"Are you really Harry Potter?"

"Did you hear, it's Harry Potter!"

"My goodness, the real deal."

People quickly surrounded Harry, grabbing his hand, lifting his bangs, touching his glasses to see if it's fake. It was times like this where Harry felt he lost the human part. He was a doll available to the public for viewing. It was as if he was now in a dark void. The people around didn't care for him, just the symbolism of him. It sometimes made Harry scared people close to him also saw him like the public saw him. If someone were to wish the best for him it would be a shame. He was already for everybody else. He was soulless scuffed, is he still living?

After a while the crowd left, it was just Harry and the cashier again. He took off his glasses and wiped the smudges off with the corner of his shirt, mumbled something to the lady and just took the groceries. He didn't pay, he didn't want to after that experience, he disapparated.

He was numb, after that, he was sure what to feel in this house. Only the layout was the same, yet it was as if he was back in Number 4. He was numb.

Draco watched Harry as he cooked. He only remembered that he drank but judging the empty bottle and his forearm it didn't end nicely. At first he frantically apologized and healed himself, afraid he disgusted Harry. But he soon realized Harry couldn't hear Draco. His body had gone autopilot, his eyes were dead.

Draco wasn't sure why, but he just watched. He lightly bit his lips, wondering if this was happening because of Draco's mark. If it had brought unpleasant memories Harry was currently trying to block up. So Draco quietly watched as Harry plated his food and sat down.

It was as if the bread had a spell to wake Harry from his daze. As if nothing happened, Harry made the most pleasing face, reminding Draco of when Harry would eat treacle tarts. It made him giggle a bit, Harry finally noticed Draco.

"Want some?" He gave Draco a lopsided smile, his fork pointing towards a plate with more stacked on top.

"A Malfoy has no allergies, a Malfoy shows no weakness. You are hereby banned from even going near that, you let someone know and there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

"Yes Father."

"I'm not hungry." Draco slowly stood up, using the armchair for support and lifted his head like he had always done. "I'm going to have to change so I'll be taking a shower." After he announced that he passed by Harry but then turned back again. "Don't eat truffles."

He received a confused smile and nod from Harry. Satisfied, he slowly went up the stairs and made his way into the potions room.

"Where is my anti famem?"