"Draco! I'm home!" cried Harry as he entered his flat, expecting Draco to wring himself into his arms, after a long day of auroring as he usually does.
Harry did not expect to hear pathetic sobbing coming from the bedroom.
"Draco!" he shouted, dashing into the bedroom. They he was, crying, draped over the covers, his perfect white-blonde hair askew. Even his shirt was wrinkled uncharacteristically. In his manicured hand, there was a crumpled piece of parchment, with unbelievably perfect loopy handwriting.
"Draco! What happened? What's wrong, love?" Harry asked, crouching down and rubbing his hand in small circles along Draco's heaving back. Draco tore himself from the bed and hid into Harry's chest, weeping all over his shirt.
"H-H-Harry. D-don't leave m-me!"
"Never, Love. What happened?"
"My f-f-father. H-he d-disowned me!", Draco spoke into Harry's torso, "M-Mother w-wrote. She said th-that F-Father said that I am a disgrace t-to the Malfoy name for-for being with y-you! I-I am n-not considered his son a-anymore. Th-they h-had another ch-child t-to replace me. They visited th-the Healers yesterday… gave Mother fertility potion… oh, Harry! P-please stay H-Harry!"
They stayed there, on the carpet in each others arms, with Draco bawling his eyes out, for several minutes before Harry spoke.
"I love you, Draco, and I'll never ever leave you. We can get through this together. Your mother might be able to know some sense into your father yet. Trust me, I'll fix this. I'll talk to them. I'll get the best lawyers. It's not over, Draco Love. We have each other. It'll be okay, dear. I'll make it all better…"
Harry then spent the entire day giving Draco tender kisses and feeding him vanilla cream ice cream with coffee- his favorite.