You Promise? | Drarry |

Chapter 72

Fun Fact: I hate cliffhangers so here's the rest of the story :D  (I know nine days later but I was doing finals)  

Harry practically threw himself up when he recognized the voice, falling off his bed with a thumpand 'ow..' but he got back up, his glasses falling off his face as he stumbled to pick up his phone.

"Draco?" He asked, putting the phone up to his ear and staying sat on the floor.

"Did you fall down? Are you okay? What happened?" Draco's voice came from the small device in his hand and he couldn't help but smile.

"I'm fine." Harry said, his stomach filling with butterflies as he heard Draco's voice in his ear, "Nothing out of the ordinary."

"That shouldn't be the ordinary." Draco said in a slightly scolding voice and Harry's smile got wider.

"Sorry." Harry apologized and stood up, not bothering to find his glasses and he started walking around.

"Where are you?"

Harry paused for a moment before continuing his pacing, "My house?" he said, unsure of why Draco would ask that.

There was silence for a moment as if Draco had just gone away but if it wasn't for the soft breathing coming from the other line, he would have assumed he did leave.

"Draco?" Harry asked, stopping again cautiously as he waited for his response.

"Hm? I'm here just.. What were you doing in the past," There was a pause, "two minutes?"

Harry thought about it, frowning because he didn't exactly want to remember what he was thinking about when he was awake.

"I was.. Sleeping, kind of-" he said, scratching the back of his head.

There was another pause, "Did I wake you? I'm sorry, love." he said apologetically.

"It's okay, I wasn't really doing well at that." Harry told him and began pacing again, his eyes catching Charles walking past his door, his fall most likely waking him if he was asleep.

"Would you like me to call you tomorrow instead so you can sleep-?"

"No!" Harry said far too quickly as he stopped again, putting his hand out as if that were to stop him, "No, please no, I.. I want to listen to you." he said pleadingly, not wanting to end the call because he probably wouldn't be able to sleep again.

Draco's heart swelled in his chest as he heard how desperate Harry sounded. 

He frowned, wanting to hold him close and comfort him, tell him he was going to be fine and had nothing to worry about.

"Of course, darling, I'll stay for as long as you need." He said softly, setting his phone on his desk on speaker and going over to his cabinet to grab his third inkpot of the day.

Harry felt relieved at that, listening to the clinking sounds from the other line, "What are you doing?" He asked curiously, walking around again.

"Work." Draco replied with a sigh as he plopped back down on his chair, setting the inkpot down and opening it with wordless magic.

"These muggles make us do so much work," he complained and Harry smiled a bit, thinking he was just being dramatic.

"Uh huh." he said unconvincingly.

"Yes." Draco replied, "I don't think I've done this many papers since those damn N.E.W.T.s." he grumbled as he picked up another paper to read over and finish.