After -Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 22

—Draco POV—

The rest of the day after the incident, he told me he didn't want me to leave. We went back to my house together, and he spent the rest of the day laying down in my room, and he went by the next day just the same, he didn't speak at all either. I would join him at the times when I wasn't with Scorpius and we would cuddle for long stretches of time, some of those times I'd end up ruminating over the thought that I almost lost him.

On the third day, he spoke. I asked him if he was okay with talking about it, but he said no. I reluctantly allowed him to continue on. I did discover though, that he hadn't taken his medicine in more than a few weeks. After scolding him for that, I went to his house and got his medicine, insisting he takes it every morning. It was quite the surprise to me when this made him start feeling worse mentally. He woke from nightmares several times through the night, and I woke up with him to help get him back to sleep. He also seemed even less motivated to do anything, as if that were a thing. After doing research I realized that restarting on a medication can make things worse for a little while. I also read that it's not uncommon for someone to fall into a depression after a failed attempt at suicide. To be honest: I'd prefer him depressed rather than dead, but the ideal situation involves him not being so depressed.

Four days after the incident, I saw an owl flying towards me, though it wasn't any owl I was familiar with, certainly not my mum's nor the one that sends letters from Azkaban. I let the owl in and took the letter from him. It was for Harry, from Gr-Hermione and We-Ron. Well that ought to be interesting. I decided not to open it until Harry was ready to do so. I looked at the shopping list I had been preparing for the past week, then went down the hall to my bedroom to get Harry after telling Scorpius to put on shoes and pick up his toys. We're going to the market.

"Do I have to?" Whined Harry, muffled under the covers.

"Yes, I'm not leaving you home alone." I said matter-of-factly "And get a shower too. You smell like the arse of a dog."

At this Harry looked at me, sat up, then sniffed his underarms. "I smell perfectly decent! Besides I got a shower yesterday."

"It May have slipped your notice, but people are meant to shower every day. Besides you'll smell even more 'decent' after a shower."

"But they take so much energy." He groaned, flopping back down onto the bed. Though I understand what he meant. He just doesn't have the drive or the motivation to do anything, which is exactly why I want him to leave the house and get fresh air.

"Let's go. Come on, it's not that bad."

"Fine." He got up and headed towards the bathroom, but I stopped him.

"Wait a second." I walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss, and stayed close to him. As confident as I am, it sent shivers down my spine.

"I liked that a lot." He said in a love struck daze. It seems I affect him too.

"So did I." I said with a smile.  "Now let's go- in the shower." I said more parent-like. "I can't believe it takes you more convincing than Scorpius."

—Harry POV—

"Draco, does it matter which bag of beans you get?" I asked, my voice divided between annoyed and nervous.

"According to my neighbor, yes. I forgot the name but it starts with the letter G." He said while crouched down by the shelves where the beans were displayed. Meanwhile Scorpius was next to him, and I was standing against the opposite shelf, constantly looking around.

"I think it's this one." He said, grabbing a bag of uncooked black beans.

"Wouldn't it be easier to get a can? I think they're already cooked." I asked him sparing a glance towards the shelves with cans beside us.