Home Is Where The Heart Is (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Eight

   Draco startled slightly as he realised Harry was sitting on the landing waiting for him. "I was worried you might have wanted help," he said in hushed tones as he got to his bare feet, grinning. "But you didn't sound like you needed me at all."

Draco slipped his hands into his pockets and looked back at him through his lashes, chewing his lip. "Um, thanks," he said, glancing at Teddy's door. How long had he been sitting there? "He had a bad dream, so I guess he just needed a bit of reassurance. I don't know why he asked for me, you're much better with him."

He felt awkward as soon as he'd said it. Of course Harry was better, but now he'd think Draco was rubbing it in his face that he'd wanted Draco instead. He frowned at looked as the ground.

Harry though, chuckled. "I'm boring now," he said, coming to stand by Draco and catching his eye. "You're still special. Wait until you've been round more, then we'll see who's really the favourite."

Draco's brain was caught on the word 'special'. Did Harry think he was special? Or did he really just mean that Teddy did? And what did he mean by 'been around more'? Was that something he wanted? He curled his hands into fists in his pockets, wishing some words would come, but he was just leaving Harry hanging, yet again.

"Did you still want that hot chocolate?" Harry asked though, breaking the moment.

"Um, sure," Draco said, grateful for the out.

Harry led the way, and Draco took long steady breaths in and out as he followed him down the stairs to the first floor. Harry stopped and listened in at Andy's door, but after a minute he was satisfied that she was sleeping too, and they carried on their descent back to the basement level.

Draco watched as Harry re-boiled the kettle and sang along to the latest song playing quietly on the radio. He was feeling relatively calm again by the time Harry handed him a mug of coco. "Do you like mini marshmallows?" he asked, fetching a bag from the side and standing in front of Draco. He nodded, and Harry carefully sprinkled several pink and white lumps into his drink. "There you go," he announced warmly.

Draco smiled and took a sip, surprised to find it had a caramel sort of taste to it. Harry really did know his way around the kitchen.

He settled himself on the sofa, feeling the need to curl up and be comfy rather than sit at the table again, but before he could even worry about it, Harry had fetched the baby monitor to place on the coffee table, and was dropping into the settee next to him.

"I liked your story," he said, blowing on his chocolate.

Draco's eyes widened in acute embarrassment. "You heard that?" he spluttered out.

Harry though laughed and squeezed his knee. He really was sitting quite close. "Don't look like that, it was lovely! I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I hope you don't mind?"

Draco bit his lip and looked into his mug. Harry had said before he'd only been concerned Draco would need help, which, considering how rubbish he'd been with Teddy most of the evening, was only fair. It was just, it had been one thing to tell Teddy that story, because he most likely wouldn't realise how personal it had been. But Harry? Surely he couldn't have failed to miss its only vaguely hidden double meaning.

"No," he fumbled. "I don't mind, as long as, I mean, that you didn't think...?"

Harry's hand, still on his knee, squeezed again. "It was a lovely story," he repeated. "I especially liked the sound of this handsome knight coming to the rescue."