Remus and Sirius left shortly after joining Harry and Draco for dinner. There was no denying that the meal was awkward. Harry had remained almost entirely silent throughout the whole meal. Remus had tried to start up a conversation but this hadn't worked well, as he only seemed to be receiving grumbles as responses. Harry's black-haired godfather had never been keen on Draco and his relationship, but had put up with it, as long as it made his godson happy. He knew that Harry would hate him if he were to ever put him in the position where he had to choose, and so sat by silently.
"Draco?" Harry questioned the man who sat on the sofa with his lanky legs crossed, lost in thought. "Mmm... Potter?"
"Oh erh…well…" Harry stumbled over himself, "I was wondering about the sleeping arrangements. If you wanted to share my-our room, or you have the spare room or even me in the spare room." Harry managed to choke this out; Draco glanced up at the now red tinted man stood in front of him.
"Well I'm not sharing" Harry cast his gaze to the floor so Draco couldn't see the pain he had inflicted upon him just with those four words reflected in Harry's usually vibrant, emerald eyes. After a minute more of discussion they settled on Draco having the main room, which was once known as both their room, and Harry having the spare room. Although Draco didn't like Harry very much he didn't want to be too much of a burden than he was already, and so these arrangements were made on Harry's insistence. Harry said that maybe the familiar surroundings would help jog a memory of some kind.
Harry lay awake that night, tossing and turning. He felt trapped. Even when asleep he could not get away from this hell. All he wanted, more than anything, was to have Draco lying next to him, arms wrapped around his waist. He missed the comfort of Draco's touch.
After an afternoon full of countryside walks and village shopping Harry and Draco returned to their hotel room. As a small thank-you, Harry let his angel-haired boyfriend sleep whilst he packed all their stuff and went through the checklist over and over. Neither man was hungry when Draco finally awoke from his long afternoon nap and so they decided to check out early and head straight home.
When they arrived home they dumped their bags in the hallway before they both curled up on the sofa watching Draco's favourite film. 'The Notebook'. This only Harry knew as he feared if other people found out they would give him stick for it. Draco lent against the arm of the sofa and Harry lent up against him, happy to be in Draco's arms. He could feel the rise and fall of Draco's muscular chest and found it rather calming, listening to the rhythm. This is how bother boys fell asleep.
Draco awoke the following morning to find Harry up and dressed, already making breakfast in the kitchen. His hair was freshly washed, and more tamed than usual; his tight black t-shirt highlighting his figure. "Morning" he said in a sing-song-y voice without turning around. "G'morning" Draco replied much less cheerfully.
"Cheese and mushroom omelette." he sang once more as he laid the plate on the table in front of Draco, "your favourite" he smiled and made his way over to the other side of the table to sit and eat his own breakfast.
"Oh, erh thanks" Draco dug into the food on his plate, his was thankful to be eating. Draco was halfway finished his food when he looked up and across the table at Harry, "my favourite?" he questioned. Harry stopped about to put another forkful of egg into his mouth. This, having Draco there, having him there but not his Draco, hurt more than ever imaginable. It was like a giant hole in his heart that needed filling. A sharp prang hit him everytime he heard his voice, saw him. all he wanted was to reach out and touch. But he couldn't. All Draco remembered of him was before the war. They hadn't exactly gotten on during school, them being arch-enemies and all. "Yeah." She slowly answered in reply, before dropping her gaze back to his plate of food and continuing to eat. Last night, while Harry was tossing and turning in bed he had made the decision that he would help Draco in any way he could, even if it did mean stepping back and being patient. Draco had laid his knife and fork down on the table and was watching Harry eat. After a minute or two of silence he questioned Harry again. "Since when? I don't ever remember trying this before." Harry let out a long sigh, whilst setting down his fork and knife too.
"Since the morning after our…" he swallowed hard before continuing on.
"Fifth date eh?" Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's small waist as he set down the plates on the side so he could turn to face Draco. He nodded with a smile on his lips, before standing on his tiptoes and planting an innocent kiss upon the end of Draco's nose. "Come on. I've cooked your breakfast before you head off to that meeting."
"Mmmm," grinned Draco as he raised his eyebrow to Harry, who was still wrapped in his arms, "and that would be?"
"That," Harry gestured to the plates, "would be cheese and mushroom omelette my darling Dray"
"Arh" Draco screwed up his nose with dislike, "it looks horrible." Harry playfully slapped his arm. "I actually happen to like it. And it's something I can cook without burning" Harry stuck his nose up in the air in an over dramatic fashion, picked up his plate and stormed to his seat.
"Okay, I admit, that was pretty damn good" Draco said setting down his knife and fork. Harry raised his eyebrow to the grey-eyed man across the table, "oh all right, it's delicious and is now officially my favourite" he grinned and made his way over to the sink to put his and Harry's plates. "Good. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be making it all the time. You have to earn it."
