always the one (drarry oneshots)

Grimmauld Place

This story will contain mentions of canon things as well as things that aren't canon, I hope you enjoy.

It was raining and dark outside. Draco who  been out walking to clear his head after a fight with Harry was dripping with water when he arrived back at their house. They hardly ever fought, but when they did, it wasn't pretty. This time was no exception. So many hurtful things were said by both men, things that would need to be talked about and addressed, but right now, all Draco wanted to do was apologize. His heart and body felt heavy with guilt and he was more angry with himself than Harry. It wasn't important what they had fought about. It was only important they made up.

Draco walked into the mudroom, took off his shoes and jacket placed them in their spots and went to find Harry. The house was dark, the lights were off just like they had been when Draco left two hours before. It looked like nothing had been touched. Draco called out for Harry but there wasn't an answer, not that he expected the other to want to talk to him. Draco checked every room, and ended in the bedroom to find Harry's shoes and jacket missing but nothing else. Realizing Harry must have also gone for a walk he sighed. Heading for the shower to warm up and rinse off Draco shook his head at his own stupidity.

That night the bed was cold. Draco slept alone for the first time in a while. Harry hadn't come back that night. When the morning light came streaming in, there was no warmth in the bed, no indentation where Harry usually was. With even more guilt seeping through him, Draco started his day. He instinctually made two cups of tea, then left the other one on the counter when he realized no one was there to drink it. He spent the day worrying, cleaning up the house, organizing things and hoping Harry would come back. But when the twenty four hour mark hit, he panicked.

Draco apparated to the Burrow. Ever since he and Harry had started dating, Hermione and Ron had become his friend. Draco hoped Harry was here, Frantically knocking on the door and stepping back. Hermione answered and had a questioning look on her face. Not only was it nine at night but Draco hardly ever came to call without telling them first, but seeing his expression let him in. Draco wrung his hands together in panic as Hermione handed him a cup of tea and Ron came downstairs.

"Draco? What's wrong?" Hermione asked, clearly concerned.

"Is Harry here?" Was all Draco could ask.

"No, we haven't seen him since the last time we saw you, why?" Ron answered.

"He isnt? Where is he then, if he isn't here?" Draco felt the panic rise in him again

"Draco, why would Harry be here?" Hermione asked soothingly

"B-because he and I had a fight last night, and I stormed out being stupid after we both said things we should never have said and now Harry hasnt come back, he left while I went for a walk and I waited all day but he didnt come home." Draco said quickly before a sob escaped his lips and he threw his head into his hands.

"He didn't come home?" Ron asked.

Draco just shook his head and sobbed into his hands again. Hermione moved to comfort him and rub circles into his back.

"I'm sure he is fine, and probably is just blowing off steam." Hermione soothed.

Draco spent another half an hour telling the two about his fight with Harry and everything that got said. He realized how stupid the fight was, and how it was over something so trivial and stupid it should not have been a fight. Finally he bid them good night, since he had to work in the morning. When he arrived home, still no Harry. Draco felt like crying again but went to sleep instead.

When Draco arrived at work in the ministry he immediately went to Ron and Harry's office, but only saw Ron who looked worried.

"He isn't here? He is always early"  Draco spit out quickly.