A/N: Here is the next chapter. There are four more after this one. Thank you for the reviews! Enjoy!

A few more days passed and Harry had been out of the hospital for over a week now. He opened his eyes slowly that morning, much like he did every morning. He didn't bother looking around at first as he knew he wouldn't be able to see anyway. Once he finally did, he cried out and sat up. He looked around his room and was able to make out vague shapes of things. He was grinning broadly when Draco came skidding into his room, wand drawn.

He looked up and could see Draco's vague shape, moving about with his arm extended, scanning his room. "What's wrong?" he demanded as he approached Harry.

Harry looked up at him and Draco startled for a moment. Some of the glaze was gone from his eyes and he was looking at Draco more easily. Harry was still smiling.

"Can you see?" Draco asked uncertainly.

"Not completely, but I can see dark shapes now that contrast with lighter things around them!" he exclaimed.

Draco smiled broadly and reached out to pat Harry's knee. "That's great! The potions are doing what they need to be doing then," he replied.

Harry nodded, still smiling. He threw his blankets off and started walking towards the loo. He could just make out the door, but stopped when he heard Draco gasp. He turned to look at him. "Is something wrong?" he asked uncertainly.

Draco's eyes widened as he looked up. Harry had gone to bed the night before in just his pants and Draco found himself surprised to see that much of him and was pleased to see how revealing those pants actually were. "Um, no, I just remembered that I left some toast in the toaster," he replied as he stood up and rushed from the room. Harry frowned, knowing that he had left. He shook his head and went into to the loo to get ready for the day.

Several minutes later, Harry was done getting ready and left his room carefully. He stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down. He could see the steps somewhat, but he didn't trust himself to go down them alone. Draco had apparently gone missing since his room. He was acting strange again and things had been awkward since the park. They hadn't read anymore of the Cyrano play either which made things strange as well.

"Um, Draco? Unless you want me to fall down these stairs, you're going to have to come help me," Harry called down the stairs.

He heard Draco come quickly out of the kitchen and bound up the steps. "Right, of course, sorry about that," he stated as he put his arm around Harry's waist and helped him down the steps.

"Are you alright this morning?" Harry asked uncertainly.

Draco nodded. "Yeah, I'm totally fine. I am just forgetful is all," he replied.

They walked into the kitchen and ate in silence. Harry looked around, pleased at being able to see the things that he could. He had a soft smile on his face. Draco watched him, smiling himself. "You look so pleased," Draco whispered.

Harry blushed. "I am, yes," he said, grinning.

Draco nodded. "Well, good then. It's nice to see you smiling again," he commented. He stood and grabbed his plate, setting it in the sink. Harry was frowning over at him. Draco turned and ignored his frowning, grabbing his empty plate.

"Draco?" Harry asked.

"Hmm?" Draco responded, his back to Harry as he started cleaning the dishes.

"Why don't you get out and do something on your own today? I'm sure I'll be fine. I'll sit on the couch and listen to the tele for a couple of hours or something," he suggested.

Draco turned and looked at him in disbelief. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" he asked.

Harry narrowed his gaze at him. "You seem super tense and I thought you might like a break. Excuse me," he stated before he pushed back from the table and turned, carefully to go to the sitting room. He could make out just enough to get there on his own, but he misjudged the end of the couch and he tripped. He let out a curse as he went down, landing on his knees.

Draco came rushing in, leaping over the couch and kneeling in front of Harry. He reached out to help him up, but Harry shook him off. "No. Please, just go and take a break," Harry whispered, shaking his head.

Draco sat back on his heels and frowned at him. "Harry, I don't need a break," he whispered back.

Harry shook his head. "You've been awkward since the other day at the park. Just do this for me okay. Go take some time for yourself and get out of the house. Despite my tripping just now, I am perfectly capable of handling myself without you for a couple of hours. Please," Harry insisted.

Draco sighed and hung his head. "I don't like this," he responded.

Harry nodded, but said nothing. Draco watched him for a moment longer and then stood. He strode out of the sitting room and went out the front door. He had no idea where he'd go, but he'd do what Harry asked.

Harry heard the front door close so he reached out for the couch to pull himself up. He sat down heavily on it and sighed. Draco needed a break from him. It hurt that it came down to that and especially only a week in, but what could be done? Something was bothering Draco and being around Harry way more than usual and having to take care of him, wasn't helping him sort through it.

Harry reached forward and moved his hand around until he found the remote. He flipped on the tele and started flipping through channels. He found a movie and kept it on. It sounded interesting enough so he lay down and pulled a blanket over him as he listened to it. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep.

An hour later, Harry startled awake at someone saying his name from the fireplace in front of him. "Mister Potter?" someone called again.

Harry sat up and looked in the general direction of the fireplace. "Yes?" he asked uncertainly. He didn't recognize the voice.

"Oh, there you are. Mister Potter, this is Owen, from St. Mungo's. I am here for our scheduled appointment," he said.

Harry scrunched his face in thought. Oh, that's right, he'd received an owl two days ago about this appointment. "Right, of course. Come through," he stated.

Owen nodded and soon he was stepping through the floo. Harry watched him nervously as he seemed to be looking around his room. "Is Mister Malfoy here?" he asked.

"He's taking a break. I'm very stressful to take care of," Harry replied with a chuckle.

Owen frowned slightly, but nodded. He walked over and sat down next to Harry. "How has your recovery been?" he asked. He opened the small bag that he brought with him and pulled out his wand. He cast a lumos and pointed it at Harry's eyes. Harry flinched and blinked his eyes. Owen hummed in response.

"Are you able to see anything yet?" he asked.

"Yeah, I can see contrasting objects and more shapes," Harry replied.

"Good, good. Have you been getting enough sleep and rest?" he asked. Harry nodded. "Good. Everything is looking as it is supposed to. I'm pleased with your progress. It's unfortunate that I missed Mister Malfoy," he responded, his professional tone not hiding his annoyance that Draco wasn't there.

Harry lifted a brow. "You wanted him to be here?" he asked in confusion.

Owen chuckled. "No. He made things a bit uncomfortable. You guys are just auror partners?"

Harry laughed quietly. "Yes, and roommates," he replied.

Owen nodded. "It sure seemed like much more, at least from his reaction to me," he responded with a laugh.

Harry paled slightly. "Um, what do you mean?"

"Well, I thought you were a couple, to be honest. Why he acted that way towards me, I have no idea," he replied with a laugh.

Harry blushed. "Not a couple. I'm not really sure why he'd act that way either," he replied even though an idea was blooming in his head.

"I think I know, but I'm not here in that capacity. Everything looks good, Mister Potter. I'll come back in another week to check on your progress. In the meantime-" Owen stopped as the front door opened and closed and Draco called out.

"Harry! I'm back. I brought-" Draco stopped as he stepped into the sitting room. He was holding two cups of ice scream and looking between Owen and Harry in confusion. "Is this a house call or did you call him?" Draco asked in a tone that suggested he was most definitely not pleased.

Owen stood up. "Mister Potter had a follow-up appointment. I will be back the same time next week. Until then, please be sure that you continue to rest and continue to take your potions. Be sure that you aren't left alone. I would hate for something to happen to you when you weren't being cared for properly," Owen said. He locked his gaze on Draco whose eyes narrowed into a glare. He took a threatening step forward.

Harry didn't have to see Draco to know that he was about to tell Owen a thing or two. He stood up to try and intervene, calm the situation. Of course, he took that moment to stumble somewhat and Owen reached out instinctively to steady him. Draco growled in response. Harry cleared his throat. "Thank you, Owen. We'll see you next week," he stated.

"Of course. Take care," Owen said before he walked over to the floo and left.

Harry sighed and turned to where Draco was standing. He heard him stomp out of the room and into the kitchen. Harry heard the freezer open and started heading towards the kitchen to calm him. He stopped in the doorway.

"I did have an appointment. I didn't call him here," Harry stated quietly.

"I know you had an appointment. I'm sorry I wasn't here for it," Draco replied snidely.

Harry sighed and walked in to the kitchen more. He could see the table in front of him so he touched it and moved along it, trying to get closer to Draco. He stopped in front of him. He wasn't sure if he had his back to him or not. "I told you to take a break, don't feel bad and don't listen to him. I was perfectly fine. As a matter of fact, I slept the entire time you were gone," he replied. Draco sighed. "What's wrong? I know you were angrier before he said what he did. You were on edge the second you walked in. You reacted to him the same way this time as before. What's the matter?"

"I just don't get a good vibe from that guy," he replied.

Harry sighed. He knew that wasn't the truth. "Draco, you were jealous. That's the only thing that I can equal it to. Why were you jealous?"

"Jealous? Please, Potter, I'm not jealous," he snorted and tried to walk away from Harry. He wasn't having that and he brought his hand out, grabbing Draco's arm.

"You're jealous and I want to know why," Harry insisted.

Draco stared at him. He didn't want to keep the tension going. Things had been so awkward since his dream and it wasn't helping either one of them. He had to do something. He had to hope that he wasn't going to screw this up and that the small hints that he'd seen here and there over the past several months were not him looking more into something that wasn't actually there.

He reached out with the arm that wasn't clutched in Harry's hand and looped it around Harry's waist, pulling him close to him. Harry gasped and his eyes widened as he looked up at him. Draco licked his lips nervously and then leaned forward. His lips hovered just above Harry's and he paused. Harry's eyes slid shut as if he knew what was coming. Draco closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Harry's.

It was the barest of touches and then he stepped back, waiting for the inevitable disgust from Harry. It wasn't coming so he opened his eyes and saw a small smile on his face. "Are you smiling?" he asked in surprise.

"It's usually what one does when they've just been kissed, most of the time anyway," Harry replied.

Draco frowned. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Harry was supposed to shove him and wipe his mouth in disgust, not smile. "But why?" he asked, still in disbelief.

Harry laughed. "Maybe because you did something that I've wanted to do for awhile," he suggested.

Draco startled at his. "Excuse me?" he whispered.

Harry shook his head. He pulled Draco towards him again and brought one hand up to his arm and along his shoulder. He had a vague idea as to where his face was, but he didn't want to poke him in the eye on accident. His hand slid up Draco's neck and along his jaw. Draco gasped and closed his eyes, shuddering under his touch. Harry leaned up and found Draco's lips, kissing him more firmly than they had before. Draco held him more tightly and brought his tongue out, running it along his lips. Harry granted him entrance and the kiss deepened. Harry slid his hand down to Draco's lower back, slipping his fingers underneath his shirt. Draco gasped at that and broke the kiss. He was breathing heavily and leaning back now.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming," Draco whispered, eyes still closed. He felt a pinch on his side and cried out in surprise. His eyes flew open and saw Harry smirking.

"I hope not because then that would mean I'm dreaming and that would be very unfortunate," he replied.

Harry stepped back some more to give them some space to process what had just happened. Draco felt empty without him in his arms, but knew it was for the best. "So, I wasn't alone in this?" Draco asked uncertainly, still struggling to believe it.

"No," Harry replied simply.

Draco sighed and smiled, nodding. "I would have done it a lot sooner, but I was so worried about it ruining what we already had, that I just couldn't give in," he explained.

"Why now?" Harry questioned curiously.

"Between you getting struck by lightning and your injury and me taking care of you and spending way more time with you than usual, I realized that if I didn't do it soon, I'd lose my nerve and my chance. Of course, I still nearly lost my nerve and I wonder if I'd ever get the nerve again," he replied.

"So you were threatened by Owen, even having no confirmation about my feelings for you whatsoever?" Harry replied.

Draco blushed and tapped the counter for a few moments. "I looked at Owen as a good looking bloke that could potentially intrigue you and be some serious competition for me," he explained quietly.

Harry frowned. "But he was nothing, but professional. The second he walked in that last day at St. Mungo's, you were on edge. You even called me your partner," Harry pointed out.

Draco blushed again. "I did say that," he said quietly.

Harry laughed. "I see," he replied. He moved backwards further and reached out for a chair. He sat and kept looking towards Draco. "Why would you automatically assume that Owen would intrigue me?"

"He was good looking! And you said something about him being tall, dark, and handsome," Draco pointed out.

Harry nodded. "I did say that. However, I'm more into blondes than dark haired blokes," he winked.

"All blondes?" Draco questioned in a teasing tone.

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, at the moment, only one in particular."

"Anyone I know?" Draco asked in a sly tone.

Harry laughed. "I'm into you Draco and only you," he replied.

Draco grinned, even if Harry couldn't see him. "Good answer," he replied. "Now, as much as I'd love to keep discussing me, I need to get breakfast going."

Harry laughed and turned in his seat, resting his hands on the table. Draco went about making breakfast, smiling to himself the entire time. Harry liked him. Harry had kissed him and was pleased about it.