Chapter Ten
"Hey," Harry murmured as he sat down next to Quatre's bed. Three weeks of hospital-induced bed-rest had been good for the blond, and he'd finally been getting better. Harry could tell by the change in his breathing. "How are you feeling?"
"When can I get out of here?"
Harry nearly laughed at that answer, knowing that Quatre was feeling a lot better just by his insisting to get out of the hospital. "Soon," he replied, taking Quatre's hand. The blond was still a little shaky from the curse, but he was expected to fully recover.
"So what have I missed?" Quatre asked, resigning himself to being stuck in the hospital.
"Well," Harry grinned. "Dumbledore was arrested for various infractions. The wizarding world is currently in the largest economic slump its seen since the downfall of Camelot. Percy Weasley is in prison for the next fifty years for attempted murder. Duo nearly blew up the house yesterday—you'll have to ask Heero about that one. And Wufei bought like six new books at the bookstore, including one that he thinks you might enjoy. I was supposed to tell you about it, but I can't remember the name of it."
Quatre laughed softly, gripping Harry's hand. He enjoyed the contact with the younger teen, as Harry's emotions were borderline euphoric today. "And you?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm alright." The emotions shifted slightly and Quatre could suddenly feel the underlying sorrow and self-loathing that had been masked by the euphoria.
Quatre frowned. "Harry? What's wrong?"
Harry shook his head, giving a small smile. "It's nothing, Quat. Don't worry about it." He didn't want Quatre worrying about him. Not about anything that had to do with wizarding world, at least. The Weasleys were fine, despite having been publically attacked, Bill and Charlie had managed to get away and hide back at Grimmald Place. Fred and George had been quick to follow, and all was good now. Harry was working with them to get all four places in his company in the muggle world.
Quatre shook his head, lifting a hand to run through Harry's dark hair. "Fine," he murmured. "Just get me out of here."
Four days later, and Quatre was sprung free from the hospital. Although still a little shaky, he decided it was high time to get back to work, and showed up at the Preventers Headquarters, despite the others thinking he wouldn't come in. Of course, considering that both he and Harry tended to do work for their separate businesses in their office here at PHQ, it wasn't like he'd be doing anything overly stressful.
He stepped into the office to find Harry sitting on top of his desk, in a patch of sunlight. The teen didn't seem to notice his presence, although Quatre knew better than to believe that, his face turned towards the open window, hair slightly ruffled from the breeze coming through it. "Hello Quat. Shouldn't you be at home?"
"I'm bored stiff at home," Quatre grumbled, placing a file on his desk. "I need to do something."
Harry shrugged and went back to his thoughts, the emotions coming off him causing Quatre to frown. "What's wrong?"
Harry blinked, somewhat startled by the question. "Nothing…I was just…thinking."
"You think too much," Quatre quipped, coming over to stand near his partner. Even sitting on the desk, Harry was shorter than him.
Harry snorted. "Some would say the same about you." He gave a half-shrug. "It's nothing."
"Of course it is," Quatre mumbled. He stepped closer, causing Harry to blink up at him in confusion. Before the younger teen could say anything however, Quatre had already leaned forward and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. "You don't always have to be 'fine', you know," he mumbled against Harry's mouth.
Harry gave a soft hum but didn't reply other than to renew the kiss, leaning back slightly so that Quatre had to brace himself against the desk, hands on either side of Harry's hips.
Wufei stepped into the office, intent on asking Harry about a certain file, only to stop and blink in shock. He stood there for a moment, and then backed out of the room, heading back to his and Trowa's office. "Did you get the file?" Trowa asked, not bothering to look up from his work.
"Uh…no," Wufei mumbled.
Trowa glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why not?"
"Uh…" Wufei's eyebrows rose. "Harry and Quatre are expanding their relationship."
"Huh?" Trowa asked.
"Yeah, that was about my response too," Wufei replied.
End Chapter
So I know it's amazingly short and it's been forever since I updated. But you wanted a chapter, and I gave you one. And I do have some excuses as to why I haven't updated. See…first it was finals, and then I went to Idaho. And then to Denver. And then back to Idaho. And then to Utah. And then to Texas, where I spent a month planning my wedding. And then I went back to Utah, where I got married and then went on my honeymoon. And then I moved to Idaho with my husband. And then we spent some time searching for a house. So I'm still in the moving process. Fun. But the next chapter should be longer and more interesting…and hopefully shouldn't take so long for me to get up.