Drarry: The Boy Who Loved

Omeletts

Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm in the beginning :( 

it gets better in a minute tho :)

"Oi, Malfoy!"

Malfoy looked up quickly from the sink, where he was washing another bloody knife. He couldn't let Potter see after his reaction last night. So Malfoy dried the knife and rolled down his sleeve right before Harry could make it into the room.

"Were you in my room?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his head, a dull sort of amusement rising inside. That's all he seemed to be capable of feeling, when he was feeling anything at all. "No, why?"

"I just..." Potter's brow furrowed. "Who...?" Almost as soon as he was gone, Draco had to hold back a smirk. Obviously Potter was talking about his newly-made bed, which he was too lazy to remember to do. 

"Oh, whatever," he muttered to himself, and turned back to the sink to focus on cleaning his blood-soaked sleeve.

...............

A large eagle-owl came soaring through the window just three days later, carrying a package tied to it's leg.

Three days.

Three days of Malfoy being clean.

And, three days of Malfoy making Harry's bed, and now Harry was just faced with the fact that Malfoy was going into his room every day after he left because "I want the apartment to look at least decent, Potter." 

Harry smiled at the sight of Draco untying the parcel from the owl's leg at the counter, as he himself sprawled lazily on the new sofa with a book. "Who's it from?"

"Why do you care, Potter?"

"Because it could be a howler. I need to know if I need to run, you know-"

"Oh, bug off. It's from my mother." Draco's face turned sour at the word mother , remembering that she was one to agree to send him away in the first place. However, his expression softened when he opened the package to reveal three boxes of chocolates and sweets.

"Oh, nice," Harry said admiringly. "This stuff doesn't look like it's from Honeydukes."

"No, Mother and Father normally get these on exotic vacations," Draco said, his voice snobbish. 

"Can I try one?" Harry's hand reached for one as Malfoy opened the box, but Draco's hand shot out and knocked Harry's away.

"No, you can't," he snapped. "These are mine."

Harry rolled his eyes in pretend hurt and backed away. "Geez, if you say so."

"I do say so," Malfoy said, hugging the boxes protectively to his chest.

A playful glint came to Potter's eye. "Just make sure I don't.... steal it!"

Malfoy let out a cry of anger when Potter's hand darted underneath his arm and grabbed one. Harry ran down the hallway, laughing uproariously."POTTER! GET BACK HERE RIGHT-UGH."  Draco heard a door slam. Then silence.