"Thank you."
Narcissa looked up at the boy-who-lived, he looked seconds away from collapsing atop of her. Wearily she made to stand and assist him, when her son beat her too it. Jumping up from where he was crouching beside his father, Draco grabbed Potter around the waist and helped him down into a sitting positing against the wall.
"Draco." Harry croaked and dropped his forehead to rest against his boyfriends.
"None other, boy wonder," he managed somewhat cheekily, a feat worthy of notice given the current setting. Harry smiled and shut his eyes, letting Draco's lips caress his for a brief moment. Peaking through one eye, Harry noticed his lover was back to treating his fathers broken leg while Narcissa tentatively reached for Harry's injured shoulder to do the same.
"We should get out of here," he said, lightly squirming under the touch of cold hands on burning skin. Pale fingers gently tugging at threads of fabric stuck deep in the caked grime of drying blood. Narcissa gave him a stern look that instantly petrified him.
"Oh yeah and where about would you say we go, oh savior of the wizarding world?" the young blonde scathed at him, leaning over he expectantly stretched out his hand toward the raven. Potter withdrew a willow wand from his jeans pocket and handed it over. Draco turned back to his father with out a word of thanks, but Harry smiled feeling the silent gratitude.
"My place of course. The anti-apparation shields have been torn down for the time being. We can do more for him there and you know it."
Draco hesitated; an attitude only revealed by an uncertain shifting of his hands, then nodded and moved his father, holding him firmly around the shoulders.
"I'll apparate father and you take mother," he said and vanished with a gun-shot crack. Taking his advice Harry somewhat awkwardly wrapped his arms around Narcissa's waist and apparated them to number 12 Grimmauld Place. There he could already see Draco pushing through the front door; struggling with his father, who limped along on one foot, body resting heavily on his son's somewhat shaky frame.
"Dobby." Harry yelled, not waiting a blink before the ever-cheerful elf popped up before his master.
"What can Dobby do for Harry Potter, sir?" he inquired.
"Assist Draco with Mr. Malfoy please. Place him in the guest room and get the necessary medical stuff we'll need to fix his leg."
"Certainly Harry Potter, sir," and the elf vanished with a snap of his fingers. Awkwardly Harry noted that his hands were still wrapped around Mrs. Malfoy's waist, and with a blush to rival Wesley hair he detached himself as fast as he could.
"Ah we should go…inside," he added somewhat lamely. She just moved past him and quickly followed in the wake of her son and husband leaving Harry to trail at somewhat of a distance. Inside, the old Black mansion looked severely diminished, as if all the life within it retired with the final departure of the Order. Harry frowned at the dismal atmosphere and silently acknowledged at least one positive. The ear-splintering screeches of the Black family matriarch were nowhere to be heard. Pushing the heavy, wooden door closed, Harry took a moment to set all the necessary protective charms. The war was over but the danger of being pursued was only commencing, and he could feel it's weight consume him like a wet wool fleece draped over his weary frame. Stashing the Elder wand into his back pocket, Harry made his way up the creaking staircase.
Upstairs Narcissa was dabbing gently against her husband's forehead with a moist clothes, while Dobby stood over Lucius and preformed healer magic to kneed the bone together. The blonde was attempting to muffle his screams, by biting fiercely into a piece of wood Draco was forcing between his fathers lips. The Malfoy heir was leaning full weight on the elder blonde to keep the upper body from jerking forward. Suddenly as fast as the commotion began it ended with Dobby vanishing and the now fully healed leg resting dirty yet whole on the blood stained sheets. Removing the wood and offering his father a glass of water Dobby must have bought from the kitchen Draco looked up at his lover. A look of sincere gratitude passed between them.
"Done", he stated unnecessary. Harry nodded.
"You must stay here tonight. Your parents can stay in this guest room and we can take Sirius's room down the hall. I think it's best we retire early, as in now, so we might make an early start on the day and try sort out as much as possible tomorrow."
Draco rose from his seat beside his father and nodded.
"I agree. Mother there's a bathroom down the hall to your left. You and father might wish to use it before you retire. I'm sure Dobby can change the sheets while you wash up and if you need anything else me and Harry will just be two doors down to your left."
Narcissa smiled at her son, and then glanced over at the slouching form of Harry Potter, heavily reclining against the doorframe. She gave a nod and Harry acknowledged her in a similar fashion. An understanding like no other before it, passed between them.
"Yes Draco, thank you Mr. Potter for your hospitality. I will see you both in the morning," and with that clear dismissal she let her attention focus once more on her dozing husband, hand gently stroking the pale hair, never once looking up as her son left the room and followed Harry down the hall.