Lost Boy

Chapter 10

Draco was worried about Harry, to say the least. He tried to go home, he really did, but he ended up staying at Grimmauld in his bedroom waiting for Harry to come back. That night he never returned.

Breakfast was made, and still Harry didn't come home. Draco brought breakfast over to Teddy and dropped him off at school promising that Harry sent his love and would do his best to pick him up. Before returning back to Grimmauld, Draco quickly picked up some groceries, went home to shower and grab some work, and yet still returned to an empty house.

He figured he would try his hand at making some soup. Potter made it sound simple, and Draco was determined. A cookbook was successfully summoned, and Draco was able to follow the recipe. With that simmering on the stove, Draco curled up on the couch in the living room with his ledgers, being sure everything was up to date.

His eyes kept drifting towards the door, so Draco forced himself to move into the kitchen to keep an eye on the soup. Once the ledgers were done, he then began looking through the cookbook for other more simple recipes. He flagged a few he thought he could make, and chose one to make for dinner. Potter had promised as long as Draco used a meat thermometer he couldn't kill anyone.

Amidst the dinner preparations, Draco heard the door open and slam shut. Dropping what he was doing, he ran into the living room to find Harry dirty, blood on his cheek, with his eyes closed, and head dropped against the door. He looked like he was in pain, and Draco couldn't tell if it was because he was physically hurt, or if it was mentally or emotionally.

"Potter?," Draco asked, taking a careful step forward.

Harry's eyes shot open as he dropped his emergency bag and stared at Draco.

"You're here," he said carefully.

"I hope that's okay."

Draco watched as Harry's face did a funny thing. There were so many emotions present Draco didn't know which one he should focus on.

"More than."

Harry stared at Draco, as if he was conflicted and trying to figure him out before he did something.

"Do what you need to do," Draco said.

That was enough for Harry to practically pounce on Draco, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in Draco's neck. For his part, Draco braced himself to accept the impact of Harry's weight hitting him full force.

"I've got you," Draco promised, hugging Harry back just as tightly and rubbing his back.

He let Harry stay in that position as long as Harry felt it was needed, refusing to be the first one to break away. Harry needed to feel as if the power was still in his hands.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled into Draco's neck.

"Don't you ever apologize for this Potter," Draco said fiercely, pulling away to caress Harry's cheek. "Let me take a look at you please."

"Okay."

Draco removed Harry's Auror robe right there in the living room, letting it drop to the floor.

"So this is that form fitting t-shirt I've heard so much about? I must say, it lives up to its standards," Draco teased, trying to put Harry at ease.

Harry chuckled, and Draco was pleased.

"Is your cheek the only injury?"

"I got elbowed in the side but I think it's okay?"

"Let me just," Draco said as he began casting diagnostic spells.