Healing Draco Malfoy

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Published: August 2nd, 2024

"Good morning, Potter," Blaise gleefully announced, and Harry opened his eyes to look up at Blaise's smug face.

Harry blinked, and it was morning. Holy Merlin... he had stayed all night. Draco was still sleeping in his arms, oblivious. They had fallen asleep together on the couch, and while Harry was happy about that, Blaise was gloating.

"Morning, Blaise," he sighed, and dropped his head back to the couch.

Blaise had a coffee cup in his hand that said, "Kiss me! I'm Italian! It's how we say hello!" He, however, said, "You know that Draco has a perfectly good room, right?" He gestured to Draco's open door.

"We didn't mean to fall asleep!" he growled, and Draco woke up.

"Whas-goin-on?" he mumbled and blinked. "Blaise?"

"And Harry!" Blaise replied, and Neville came down.

"Blaise! You didn't have to wake them!" Neville groaned and went back upstairs, muttering.

Draco sighed and turned to Harry with a smile. "Sorry. I didn't think they were coming home last night."

"We didn't, Blondie. It's eleven o'clock on a Saturday, and we come home on weekends, so you aren't wallowing in solitude."

"I don't work weekends anymore," Harry mumbled.

"Good for you... and if you had mentioned you wanted the house to yourself, I would have gladly obliged."

Draco blushed and sat up. "I'm sorry, Blaise. This is your house and...."

Blaise threw up his hands. "Hush, Draco. I wouldn't even come home, if not to make sure that you're okay. If Potter wants to spend the weekends here... I'm fine with that. It would be best if you weren't alone, is all. Mi casa es su casa, as the Spanish expression goes. I want you to be taken care of... and embarrass you whenever I can."

Draco scowled and looked at Harry, who shrugged. "Sorry... I didn't mean to fall asleep. Not that I minded. Eleven? I haven't slept that long in a long time."

Blaise nodded. "I'm surprised Granger hasn't sent out the troops for you yet."

"She's been hoping for... progress... for a while," he admitted as he sat up.

"She's one of us then, eh?" Blaise chuckled. "So... about that large comfortable bed in Draco's room...."

"Enough, Blaise!"

"Wow... that was almost the same tone you used when we were at Hogwarts," Blaise said, holding his heart reverently. "Brings back the memories."

Draco sighed. He grabbed his wand and Summoned his walker closer. He slowly got up and muttered, "Loo."

"Okay," Harry murmured, watching Draco shuffle off to his room.

"You okay, Harry? I was just joking and all. I-We, Neville and I, are totally fine with you staying."

Harry lowered his head. "I know. I just... it was so great last night. I felt so comfortable with him."

"Naturally, you fell asleep. You don't have to look ashamed. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," Blaise whispered, looking guilty.

Harry looked up. "No... it's not that. This stuff scares me sometimes."

"I understand. It was a good step, though, Harry."

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"So... breakfast-slash-lunch?"

Harry smirked. "Sure. Let's see what you got."