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Day 2. Symptom 1. Second Appearance.
The brunette snaked his arm over to his lover's side of the bed only to be met with cooling sheets. He lifted his head and flipped onto his other side, facing the shut lavatory door bottom lined with white light standing boldly against the black of the bedroom. Suddenly the door swung open with unexpected force sending a floor of florescent lighting out to burning his retinas. The burning was reduced only slightly when his lover's figured stepped into the full of the doorway.
"What are you doing up? Come back to bed." He commanded only then noticing that the blonde's hair was damp and a loosely hanging towel was the only thing that covered him.
"I can't. I have to get an early start to day."
"Why?" He asked, flipping on the soft bedside light and watching his lover walk about the room.
"I have to find where and why my report when to the dogs, then I must stop by the office and put in a few hours there." He explained, letting the towel fall as he slid into his underclothing.
"When do you plan on leaving?"
"Thirty minutes, an hour tops."
"What time is it now?"
"Half-four." He said casually checking on his way to the closet.
"Half-four!" Harry exclaimed. "Draco are you insane?"
"No, I am trying to make a living."
"Make a living? We could live another two lifetimes with the money we have."
"I must keep up appearances."
"Sure, Draco," He reasoned throwing off the covers and swinging his legs over the side.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked half in the closet.
"Getting out of bed."
"I can see that, I meant why?"
"I am clearly not going to get anymore of the rest I so desperately desire, so I might as well get up and shower. Then I'm going to make coffee and fix breakfast, because I know you didn't think that I'd let you leave this house without eating something." He explained gathering fresh clothes to wear.
"Harry?" Draco called as he was closing the bathroom door.
Harry caught the door from shuting.
"Yeah?"
"Where's my black business suit."
"Which one?"
"The one with the silver fastenings."
"To the left, third one in."
"Thank you," Draco said upon finding the suit.
"Anytime love." Harry insisted closing to door, a sound soon followed by the running water.
Harry lay sprawled across the couch only falling to sleep minutes ago after three hours of trying.
The fireplace roared green.
"Mr. Potter?" A wispy voice insinuated.
Slowly Harry blunk himself awake and righted, to speak with the floating head in his fireplace.
"Yes, that's me. Can I help you?" Harry said casually.
"I certainly hope so."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"It seems as though there is a situation with Mr. Malfoy."
"Is he okay?" Harry asked growing panicked.
"Oh yes, he's fine. We need you to come collect him from his office as soon as possible."
"Er-okay I'll be there shortly."
"Thank you Mr. Potter."
The head disappeared with a pop. For a moment all was quiet then Harry shook his and began muttering and headed upstairs to dress for his trip to the Ministry knowing that Draco wouldn't like him to show up rumbled and wrinkled.
"Ah Mr. Potter, we were wondering when you'd arrive." The man he'd spoken to through the floo said once he stepped off the lift onto Draco's floor. "His secretary found him-well you best see for yourself. He's right here in his office." He explained pushing the door open.
The sight before him both amused and slightly worried Harry; Draco sat at his desk appearing awake until you looked closer revealing closed eyes and small ink stain on his cheek from his wet fingers and the quill that propped up his slightly dropping head.
Harry crossed the room in a few short strides and kneeled by Draco's side pulling out his kerchief to cleanse the ink from his face.
"He's been working rather hard lately trying to finish all his reports a week before the deadline, which is rather hard to attempt-all of us have tried it-Mr. Malfoy seems to be the only capable of doing so. I expect he hasn't been sleeping much because of it?"
"No, he hasn't," Harry, said distractedly licking the kerchief and conquering the stain.
"This is the third time this week, though he usually rights himself up in no time. Take him home Mr. Potter. We'll see him after the New Year."
"Could you please excuse us?"
"Of course Mr. Potter." The portly man said backing from the room and closing the door.
Once the man had left Harry fixed his site back on his Blonde Adonis.
Nudging Draco's knee a little and shaking his shoulder Harry whispered gently, "Draco, darling, wake up."
He beloved showed no signs of waking as his head flopped slightly in every direction.
"Draco," he whispered with persistency, "wake up."
Draco groaned and shook his head swatting at him feebly.
"Do you want to be fired?"
"I'm developing new ideas, Sir." Draco answered half dazed eyes fluttering open. He shook his head to clear his mind and caught sight of Harry. "What are you doing here?"
"Well I was taking a quite enjoyable nap, when your boss' head shows up in our fireplace being vague and telling me to get down here. So I show up and guess what you're doing?"
"Working diligently?"
"No, sleeping."
"I was just going to rest my eyes for a minute."
"Falling asleep at work, that's so unlike you."
"I've just been a tad tired lately."
"I'm worried about you."
" 'S nothing." Draco said through a yawn. "It was very nice of you to come check on me, but I must be getting back to work now."
"Oh, no you don't I was instructed to take you home, you've been given the remaining of the year off including your Christmas break."
"I can't."
"That wasn't my decision, besides I've been told that you have all of your assignments finished due during your break."
"Harry I-"
"Come on Draco, we're getting you home to bed."
"But-"
"No. Bed, and that's final." Harry said pulling Draco, who was dragging slightly, round the waist towards the lifts.
"Just let me get something to-"
"No. No getting extra work until I say you're free to."
"I need-"
"A bit of a break, we know."
"Fine you win, but this is war." Draco noted with an air of finality as the doors slid to a close before them.
A/N: I feel like all of my readers think that this story will be better than it is. It may not turn out how many of you are imagining, but hopefully, it will still be good.
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