Mother
Over the course of the day, Harry realized two things: First, Everyone seemed to take the news that he and Draco Malfoy were a Couple pretty lightly, which was probably mainly thanks to the way they arrived here. It was probably hard to despise a person that lay deeply wounded and unconscious in your living room. Well, that was, everyone, except Ginny, who seemed quiet shocked at the news and after that always had a very sour look on her face whenever she saw Harry.
The second was that Harry hadn't taken any of his Hogwarts things from the Dursley's that meant he would have to go back to Private Drive before the Start of the term to get it. Then it occurred to him, that Draco hadn't gotten any of his stuff either. It probably would take quiet an effort to get those. But for now, Harry didn't worry. At least he had his Wand, which he always kept on his body. It was his most important possession. A wizard without his wand was about as useful as a door without a handle. And he had more pressing matters at hand.
In the evening, Draco still hadn't woken up, which meant that he had not eaten or drunk for about two and a half days. Harry became really worried. He knew that a human could survive without food for a longer time, but water was vital. To add to that, the wounds meant that Draco needed all his strength and his body drained his resources faster than usual. If Draco didn't wake up soon they would have to force something into him.
Most of the time, Harry sat next to his bed, wiping his feverish forehead with a wet cloth. Mrs. Weasly came in once to change the bandages and apply more of the potion. Draco stirred again but didn't wake. Harry's Heart sank even lower.
And so, when Draco's lids began to flutter at about 11 in the evening he was so relieved that he nearly cried.
His love opened his eyes slowly and though they were still very foggy he looked at Harry and smiled weakly. The dark-haired boy knelt down next to his bed and began stroking his head.
"Hey, love.", he whispered softly, "How do you feel?" He had to fight back the urge to cry in glad relief but felt that it wasn't the right moment. He didn't need Draco worrying about him. The addressed coughed and his face contorted in Pain.
"Horrible", he croaked, "But better than before." He tried to laugh at the weak joke, but this send another shot of Pain through his body. Harry soothed him down softly.
"Wait here a moment, okay? I'm going to get Mrs. Weasly. Maybe she can give you something against the pain." He kissed Draco's forehead and hurried to get her. He barely had uttered a word when she strode past him, a tug of water in her one, bandages and the potion in the other hand.
She sat down next to Harry and smiled friendly. "Here, dear, you might want to drink that." she said quietly and held up the tug. "There are Painkillers in there, but I couldn't make them too strong or you might pass out again." ,she apologized. Then she helped Draco into a half sitting Position which made tears of Pain appear in his eye corners. Harry's heart seamed to rip apart. With shaking Hands, Draco held the cup and drank in small sips. After about the fifth one, his face began to soften and the fog in his eyes seemed to clear a little. He sighed in relief. "Thank you Mrs. Weasly," he said and Harry could hear the absolute honesty in his Voice. It seemed that the Painkillers were taking effect.
"Don't thank me to soon, dear. I have to change the bandages now and I cannot guarantee for the effect of the Painkillers in that situation." She said, her Voice sounding sad. Harry saw fear in Draco' s eyes and hurried forward. Draco took his hand and pressed it firmly.
"Don't leave me." ,he whispered pleadingly. Harry shook his Head. He'd rather die. Mrs. Weasly took a look at them and stood up. She worked as quickly and carefully as possible, removing the bandages, applying the potion and putting the new bandages on. The whole time, harry was holding Draco's Hand in one of his, pressing his forehead against his lovers and caressing his cheek with his other, trying to wipe a away the tears of pain, that rolled down them, as Draco whimpered and even gave two or three little screams during the Procedure. When Mrs. Weasly was done, his chest were heaving and small sobs escaped his throat. But he was still conscious, which made Harry very glad. He continued stroking his face and Hair, whispering soothingly into his ear. Mrs. Weasly looked at them with a mixture of extreme sadness and pure anger, then she lay one hand on Harry's shoulder and left the room. Harry stayed where he were, his forehead still against Draco's who's sobs slowly subsided. When the Slytherin looked up, he looked tired, but better and more awake than before. He rose Harry's hand to his lips and kissed it.
"Thank you.", he whispered, his voice still hoarse from crying. Harry smiled and sat himself next to Draco, careful not to touch his back at all times. He kissed him softly on the mouth and smiled. Mrs. Weasly came back into the room, in her hands a bowl with hot Chicken soup. The sight brought Draco to tears again. He began to eat slowly, then as if his body was suddenly realizing how hungry it was nearly drank the bowl up. When he was done, he looked at the bowl and then pleadingly at Mrs. Weasly.
"C-could I..." he began but she interrupted him, taking the bowl out of his hands smiling. "I'll be back with a refill in a second, dear." She said and huddled out of the room. Draco looked after her in a mixture of shock, amazement and something that Harry identified as guilt a second later.
"How can she be so nice? Doesn't she know what I've done? What I've said about her and her family? How can she..." He gulped, the words seemed to have fled him. Harry kissed him again.
" I think she knows,", he said slowly, thinking about it, "but I don't think she cares. Right now you are a boy who is wounded and needs help, that's all. That's just how she is." Harry saw Draco taking a deep breath as Mrs. Weasly came in again with a refilled bowl in her hand. Now he tried to take his time and Harry thought that he also tried to show some manners. When he had emptied the bowl he said. " This is very delicious Mrs. Weasly. Can I... ask you for a third one?" The last words came out very quiet again and Mrs. Weasly smiled
"Of course my dear. But I fear, that Is all I can give you now. We have to acclimate your stomach to food again or you might get ill and you will need all your strength to heal up. But a third bowl really shouldn't be a problem." And then she did something that seemed to shock Draco somewhere deep down. She caressed his head with her hand and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Draco seemed thunderstruck and his eyes followed her until she was out of the door. Then he slowly raised his hand against his forehead as if she couldn't believe it.
"She kissed me..." He murmured. It still seemed to sink in. "And she stroke my hair..."
First Harry thought Draco had felt offended, because he usually avoided physical contact with everyone, except Harry. But then he saw his eyes and it was as if he was looking I the mirror. In the Slytherin's eyes shone the same emotion that he had felt the first time Mrs. Weasly had hugged him and kissed him goodbye on King's Cross to send him of to Hogwarts. It was the deep and desperate wish to have her as a mother. To be able to feel this love everyday and call it his own. And for the first time Harry understood, that you could be very lonely even if you had a family. And he asked himself if Draco's mother had ever hugged and kissed him in all his life.
