A/N: Thank you to my reviewers: - Citi , XXXWallFlowerXXX and RebeccaKayB16. I'm not sure how long this fic will be, but it will be shorter than my last one.
Chapter Two
The next day Harry went into work and told his employer that he was taking a break from work and he didn't know how long it would be for. He rarely took holiday in the last few years and he was overdue a lot of holiday entitlement. He then went to Diagon Alley and purchased as many books he could on blindness, however the wizarding world didn't have many books on the subject. As blindness could be fixed with a spell, or counter curse or even an eye like Mad Eye Moody. So he stopped off in muggle London and purchased a better selection of books, he went home, read up on a few things, made lunch, packed it and headed to Draco's.
When Draco heard the knock at the door, he hoped it was James, he knew that he must have to work occasionally, but he enjoyed dinner with him last night and was actually looking forward to talking with him again.
He opened the door and he heard James' familiar voice "Afternoon Draco, I took the liberty of making lunch, I have packed it in a picnic hamper, care to join me in lunch and a walk around the park?"
Draco smiled, he grabbed his jumper from the hook, his keys and then followed James out into the hall. "A picnic sounds wonderful, shall we?" Draco, offered his arm and Harry took it.
They walked arm in arm to the park down the road. Harry laid out a blanket, once he and Draco were settled he unpacked the food, passing a plate made up for Draco. "Mmm this is good, you must have read my mind, and these are some of my favourite foods."
Harry knew what Draco liked from years of watching him at Hogwarts "It's nothing, doesn't take much to cook a few basic foods."
They ate in silence, packed up the leftover food and went for a walk, Harry described the colour of the flowers, whilst Draco bent to smell them, Harry spoke about the sky and how the clouds looked and he also described what he was wearing at Draco's request, and he smirked as Draco asked that.
Eventually the headed back to Draco's and Harry read Draco's favourite book out loud as Draco sat with his legs curled up under him, facing Harry as he read. Draco liked listening to James' voice, it seemed like he knew it but not quite, maybe it was just being with James these last few days, and he has become accustomed to hearing it.
The next few days continued in the same vein, Harry would either make lunch or dinner and they would go for a walk, talk and Harry would often read to Draco. One evening they were relaxing on the sofa, whilst Harry and Draco watched a film, Harry said he didn't mind not watching it, but Draco insisted, he said he could still hear the film. When the film finished it was late and Draco told Harry that he had a guest bedroom and he was welcome to stay the night. Harry stayed, he led awake most the night, he kept thinking, 'Draco is led in the room next to me, Draco is led in the room next to me...' but he eventually fell asleep.
Harry woke early the next day and set about making breakfast, Draco emerged a while later, looking adorable, all sleepy and hair ruffled, he gave a huge yawn and sat at the breakfast counter.
"Mmmmmmmm breakfast…." Harry handed Draco scrambled egg on toast and a cup of coffee.
"Do you mind if I take a shower?" Draco said it was fine, once Harry was ready Draco said he had a few calls to make but Harry was welcome to stay, so they could eat lunch together.
Harry decided to read some of the books he got on learning Braille. He had managed to teach himself the basics and that evening he decided to speak to Draco.
"Hey Draco, I've been learning Braille, I can teach you if you want, it will open up more options for you."
Draco moved so he was stood, fairly close to Harry and Harry wanted to reach out and touch his face, feel what his lips were like, taste him. Harry shook his head and waited for Draco to respond.
"Braille, is that a muggle thing, I don't think wizards use it much."
Harry sighed "Well yes, but not many wizards are blind. It's simple to learn. Braille is a method of reading and feeling text through touch, rather than sight."
Draco reached out and took Harry's hand "Thank you, you are being so helpful. Being here with me has given me hope and if you say Braille will help then, yes I would like to learn."
That evening Harry started Draco on the basics, Harry stayed again that night and soon this became a familiar pattern. Harry returned home to pick up a few things, a change of clothes, his toothbrush etc. Harry knew he couldn't keep his true identity a secret for long, if Harry and Draco were out in public together one day, someone might recognise him and call Harry by his name in front of Draco. But at the moment the both of them were happy to remain in the bubble that was Draco's apartment and the local shops and park at the end of Draco's street.
Soon Draco had mastered the art of Braille and Harry ordered a few of Draco's favourite books, to be copied into Braille. They were sat eating a meal that Draco had prepared and Harry liked having a night off from cooking. He and Draco had grown very close in the last week or so, they spent hours on end talking and making each other laugh. Occasionally Harry would convince himself that Draco was flirting, he would sit closer, brush past Harry and his touched would linger a few seconds longer.
After dinner Harry took out the converted books "Draco, as a congratulation for mastering the art of Braille, I have had some of your books translated into Braille." He handed Draco the books and watched as Draco's face morphed from shock, to happiness.
"Oh James, what a lovely thing to do, now I can read my favourite books." He placed the books on the coffee table and pulled Harry into a hug.
"Thank you James." Harry was happy that Draco liked them, but was sad that Draco was calling him James, he longed to hear the name 'Harry' fall from his lips.
That night Harry was led in Draco's guest room, they had formed a routine and Harry liked staying with Draco. Draco never questioned why Harry was hanging around, instead he flourished and Harry could see Draco transforming from a vulnerable person letting the blindness rule his life, to a more confident person learning to cope with the blindness.
Harry eventually dropped off to sleep, a while later Harry thought he heard his bedroom door click open and the patter of feet. Then the bed dipped and Harry could sense Draco next to him, he said nothing and soon he heard Draco fall asleep.
The following night the same thing happened, Draco would sneak into Harry's bed, not saying anything, just taking comfort from Harry's presence. Harry never mentioned the night time visits, he thought that Draco assumed Harry was asleep.
A few weeks passed, Draco and Harry were spending all their time together, reading up on blindness, talking and getting to know one another. Harry had started falling for Draco as more than a friend, he was confused. He wanted to tell Draco the truth over who he was but he didn't want to lose him.
That night Draco climbed into Harry's bed like normal, but this time Draco curled up into Harry's side and fell asleep with his head on Harry's chest. Harry smiled and wrapped one arm around Draco, falling asleep happy. Draco was always gone by the time he woke, but Harry didn't mind.
Draco had started opening up to Harry, telling him about his past and about the attack that caused his blindness. Harry had become dependent on Draco, he was a huge part of his life. He had told his friends he was on holiday and didn't want to be troubled, he missed them but at the moment Draco was more important.
Draco had told Harry that he was going to run the Malfoy businesses now he was out of work, he arranged for someone to read letters etc. out to him and to translate contracts etc. into Braille. He knew he couldn't fully run the businesses, but he could be a part of the running of it and it helped his confidence.
"James, I am so lucky that you came into my life. Since you have entered my life I have learnt to accept my blindness and I have hope that I am not going to be alone anymore."
Draco reached out and caressed the side of Harry's face, he nudged Harry's glasses. "You wear glasses? I wish I could see your face." Harry placed his hand over the top of Draco's hand that was on his face.
"You don't need to see my face, you can feel it." With that he took off his glasses, reached for Draco's other hand and placed it on the opposite side of his face.
Draco began lightly tracing the lines of Harry's face, over his jaw, his mouth, his eyes, but when he reached Harry's forehead , Harry pulled Draco's hands away softly "Sorry , it tickled" he couldn't let Draco feel his scar, everything would be ruined.
