After -Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 38

—Harry POV—

My head hurts, and everything feels heavy. The sunlight bleeding into the room made me want to keep my eyes shut, but I turned to face Draco anyway, and gave him my best 'fuck you' face, before turning back around, wanting to fall back to sleep, and wanting to stop feeling everything around me, but in an unbothered sort of way.

"Oh come on." I heard him say, but I didn't move. I just wanted to stop being awake... even if for a moment.

"Harry, you need to do this anyway. I suggest you find the energy to get up and get dressed at the very least. I don't know where to go to do this stuff. It's not like I wouldn't go do it for you..."

My eyes scrunched up, becoming increasingly bothered by the noise Draco was making. I felt bad though. He's only trying to help, and I'm not making things easier for him in any way. The feeling of guilt came over me, and I knew that as tired as I felt, I wasn't going to be able to fall back to sleep... not today. I turned over to face him, staring into his eyes with a defeated expression. I took a deep, tired breath, and immediately wished I hadn't made the decision to get up. Just thinking about it made me feel more exhausted. I felt a sharp pain in my head, and ignored it, feeling too tired to react.

I reached my arm out as little as necessary, asking Draco to lay by me. He gave me a look.

"You need to get up." He said.

"Please..." I whispered, feeling my already depleted energy levels decline more. It was as though every action and thought caused a stone to be placed over my chest, weighing it down.

I heard him sigh and uncover me to get in. I scooted over to give him room, and soon enough I was in his arms, feeling warm and comfortable. I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch as he played with my hair. I felt slightly better. Things felt more empty and less heavy. I still wanted to do nothing but sleep, except now, I wanted to sleep with Draco by my side. I felt as his slightly chapped lips placed a peck on my forehead.

"Do you want me to help you get up, Scarface?"

I couldn't help but smile at his comment, and it seems he noticed that.

"Is that a yes?" I heard a sort of entertained tone to his voice, and I didn't need to open my eyes to know he was smirking, and most definitely up to something.

"If you say so..." I felt him get up, and a rush of cool air replaced him. I curled up for warmth.

Within a few seconds I felt him move to pick me up bridal-style, but he was struggling tremendously. I opened my eyes, and though the feeling in my chest got heavier, I pushed it away, and shifted as to help him put me where he needed to be able to pick me up.

"You're not as heavy as I expected." I heard him say in a strained voice, as he finally picked me up.

"Nothing I can't handle though." He said, I wriggled to get off of him, and stood up, a small smile on my face as I thought of his antics.

"I got you to get up and smile. I must be amazing at this." He said with a prideful grin. I shoved him playfully.

"Oh, come on. I smile."

"I don't hear you denying that I'm the best at getting you up." He said with a smirk.

"I'll be upstairs ok?" He said, his smirk had become a small smile, and he placed his hand on my shoulder. Before he could turn to leave, I grabbed it, getting his attention.

"You know, I don't really need the medicine so badly, Draco. We can just... go home." I told him. I saw his smile become serious, as had mine.

"Harry. I don't know if you genuinely believe that, or if you're just trying to get out of taking medicine, but I won't believe it for a second. Every time you forget to take it for a day or two, you start to shut down on everyone. You didn't even want to get up today." He replied. I stared into his eyes, thinking deeply about what he'd just said. I felt that heaviness again, and realized that my small moment of laughter was just that. A small moment.

"I don't want to..." I told him, unsure of how else to defend my thoughts.

"I know... but you have to. But I'll be there." He said, grabbing both my hands. "Don't worry."

I gave him a great big hug, not wanting to let go. He returned it, and spoke into my ear.

"I'm there for you. Everything will be just fine."

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"Thank you. Have a nice day."

"You too."

We were standing at a pharmacy in Little Whinging. In the Muggle World. It was all of us, but my mind was clouded, and racing. The only thing I could truly perceive was that I was gripping Draco's hand, almost as if I let go I would fall through a bottomless pit. I was holding his hand so tightly I was sure it hurt. My hand was even going numb. Knuckles white. I could only faintly feel him rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand, as some subtle form of comfort. How did we even get through this?

I was only able to mutter a single thing.

"Why did everyone have to come?"

I didn't hear a response, but I know there was one, because I recognized the familiar drone of Draco's voice. I hated this. Eight people are here doing the job of one incapable man. Eight people decided they absolutely needed to help one idiot transfer his medication from England, to America.

I was only snapped out of my tense daze when Scorpius's high, bright voice cut through my thoughts.

"Dada, I'm hungry."