Drarry One-Shots - A Collection

Eight

What Happens After War? (2)

When they reached the house, he gasped in surprise. "This is..this is the house that my estranged cousin had, right? Sirius Black?"

Harry nodded. "He was my godfather. A damn good man but..war." He shrugged.

Draco felt awful. He moved a bit away. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright, Ma—Draco." Harry opened the door and led him inside, signaling to where the shower was.

After he had been given some new clothes, which were clearly Potter's, and a towel, he let the door slam shut. He wasted no time in falling to his knees and letting the warm trace of tears fall against him, the sobs wracking his body. 

He wasn't sure if he was crying in relief or if the pent up emotions of the last few weeks had finally caught up to him. After a couple minutes of endless wailing, he heard a shuffle at the door and then a knock. "Malfoy? Are you alright?"

"F-fine..." He sniffled. He heard more shuffling and then a dejected sigh.

"Okay. I'll be downstairs if you need me."

Once he had finished his shower— with minimal crying —he made his way downstairs and toward Harry. He needed to thank him for the hospitality and then leave immediately, he didn't need to impose on him anymore. He was sure that he made up most of Potter's dreadful memories of Hogwarts.

"Potter?" He asked as he finally found the kitchen, the jumper he had been given a size too large for himself.

"Ah, Draco. I'm almost done with lunch." He smiled small. "Would you be a dear and place the plates?"

He stopped. "Are you sure? I don't want to impose anymore."

"Nonsense." So he did as told, a strange but somewhat comfortable silence between them as he finally finished setting the table and pulled up a seat next to the kitchen island.

"I just wanted to thank you for everything but I'll be leaving as soon as I can if it's true that my mother—my mother survived."

"Oh, you don't need to do that. Listen, I know we were plenty awful to each other at school but things change, alright? And I miss having company."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "What about Granger and Weasley?"

Potter's expression turned one of grave disappointment. "I can't be near them too much or I start to get flashbacks to everything. I've been trying to work it out with my therapist, she used to be a healer at St. Mungos."

He nodded as he sighed. "I don't want to cause you the same problem."

Harry waved him off. "You won't, I'm sure. As much as we've been at each other's throats, you've always had a weird sense of..normalcy to me."

"Really?" He couldn't help let the clear surprise into his voice.

"Yeah." He smiled wryly. "Let's eat, alright? Food's almost done." As if on cue, the oven dinged.

"This is delicious." He complimented as he dug into his breaded fillet, rice and salad.

Harry beamed. "I never thought I'd hear a semblance of those words from you."