Harry stumbled through the floo at an ungodly hour in the morning, his auror robes rumpled, shoulders drooping, and dark circles under his eyes. He huffed tiredly, dropping his bag on the couch, shrugged of his robes and hung them up onto the rack, and began to trudge into the kitchen.
Draco looked up from his book and sat it and his wince glass down when Harry entered the kitchen, ''Lion?''
''Dragon,'' Harry offered Draco a small, strained smile and leaned tiredly against the doorway.
Draco was out of his seat and in front of Harry before he could blink. He cupped Harry's face in his hands and reverently ran his thumbs over Harry's cheekbones and over the cut that marred Harry's right cheek. Harry closed his eyes happily and leaned into Draco's warm touch.
''Lion,'' Draco whispered. ''Harry? Open your eyes. Look at me.''
Harry reluctantly dragged his eyes open and looked into Draco's silver orbs.
''Tell me what happend, Harry,'' Draco ordered gently.
Harry sighed and turned his head to kiss Draco's wrist. ''Can we wait till morning?'' he pleaded quietly. ''M tired, Dray.''
