Chapter Nine – Monotonous Moments
It was a relief, if anything, for Draco as he sat there, staring into the fireplace with a sigh at his lips. In fact, anything relatively normal at all would have been a relief, anything but this, really. It was just...not even worth mentioning anymore, not to anyone or anything. Not even the old hanging portrait of Snape, which was the closest thing he would ever get to something as foolish as a best friend. Or, well, as close as his god father would ever even come to being his friend. Letting the sigh out with a roll of his eyes, the blonde male tipped forward, bringing his hands out as he did in order to curl up into a half ball in the chair.
Sure, he was still in the little cottage, out in the middle of god damn nowhere. Still living with Harry, having arguments here and there, the few rounds of desperate, needy sex and dinners and breakfasts every night. He was still hiding, healing and forgiving the world that had grown to hate him over the years, even though he hadn't really been there to hate in the first place, but whatever.
Nevertheless, the past few months had been rather harsh and unforgiving, much unlike him, full of unnecessary activity and hiding once more, especially on his part. Harry had indeed come back to the wizarding world, coming up towards the minister with a faint smile on his face, almost like he was lost, swimming in fond memories of the wizarding world. It nearly broke Draco's heart in two when they scolded the raven haired boy, tossing down his reasons and excuses like they were tossing down dung. Though, that wasn't even including what they reacted like when they found out the boy-who-lived was pregnant, and wouldn't tell them who exactly the father/mother was quite yet. So, essentially, it was not very relaxing in the little cottage anymore.
Or, without Harry anyway.
Speaking of Harry, light eyes flicked over to the clock, reading the time with another sigh. When the boy was going to get home, he didn't know, but he did know when he was supposed to be, and that was a few hours ago, probably caught up in another pointless meeting with worthless people. Instead of spending time with him. Fantastic.
There was no use dwelling on that though, and seconds later the male stood with a yawn and meandered over to the kitchen, staring at the cold food, almost wishing it would mold away on the counter so he wouldn't have to be reminded constantly he was alone. "Shit, just fuck," his voice was soft, faint, and practically useless with the way he said it, no heart in the curses anymore, no need to say than anymore. In one swift action, he had thrown away the dishes and the food in one swipe, just shoving and tossing it all to the floor.
...and gaining no satisfaction from the meaningless action.
Who cared it Harry came home, no? Really, he hadn't told the boy he loved him or anything...he hadn't told him that he just wanted him there at their, tsk, Harry's cottage, so why did Draco expect him to know all of that? Well, he didn't know, and he wouldn't anymore. IN fact, he hoped that Harry went out and found someone else to raise the stupid fucker in his stomach, it's not like Draco would care.
His thoughts continued to rage around in his head, before, after a few seconds, all the energy he had was gone, and simply slumped down into the ground with a defeated breath. "God damn you."
"Talking to yourself again?" Large as he was, Harry was still as stealthy as ever, standing with a slightly confused, almost hurt expression on his face, taking in the scene before him. Which couldn't have been too good looking, considering it was just of Draco slumping in the mess of plates and bits of food on the floor of their kitchen, talking to himself. Or, well, presumably.
With a smirk, the blonde let out a dry chuckle. "You'd like to think so, no?" He stood gracefully, and brushed crumbs from his jacket and pants, meeting green eyes with a level and steady gaze.
"Well," Harry walked forward, taking careful even steps through the mess, "No, not really, it would make me worry if you were talking to yourself...I'd rather you be talking to me."
"You?" he nodded his head, prompting Draco to continue, "Well then, God damn you, Harry."
Of course, his amusement was short lived before the other punched him dutifully in the chest, backing up and back into the living room without another word, knowing full and well Draco would follow him without a words hesitation. Which, seconds later, he did in fact do.
"Where have you been?" of course, being subtle and gentle was never one of Draco's strong points, and upon entering and glaring at Harry, it became very evident once more.
When there was no answer, Draco hissed in between his teeth, sitting heavily next to Harry with an impatient expression upon his face, demanding almost, with his eyes to know exactly where the other had been. Something he was not bound to know, obviously, since the other never responded, choosing to stare into the same fire the blonde had been staring into moments before. "None of your business."
"Fuck you," standing harshly, Draco exited the room, stomping into the hallway and slamming the door shut from to his own room, choosing instead to go there rather than the room they sometimes shared.
Taking a deep breath, the raven haired boy sighed and stared quietly into the flames, wondering if he should have said something, or if what he was doing was the right thing, all considering. After all, he had been at the...hospital of all places, or the medical rooms, whatever, It had taken a while for them to come back with the tests, and even then, they already just told him what he already knew, what only he should ever know.
Which is the reason he couldn't tell Draco, he just...didn't want to lose him, not on accident, not on purpose, never. It would kill him...after all, he did love the blonde more than anything, currently. It was another hour before he got up and made his way over to the other's room, not bothering to knock before he went in with a sigh.
Standing in the doorway, Harry stared into a blank, empty room. The drawers were thrown open, the closet askew and bed lopsided. And nothing remained inside, the scariest part though, the one that made the poor males heart stop right in his chest, was the open window.
And the sudden hollow feeling within his chest.
Standing in the doorway, Harry stared into a blank, empty room. The drawers were thrown open, the closet askew and bed lopsided. And nothing remained inside, the scariest part though, the one that made the poor males heart stop right in his chest, was the open window.
And the sudden hollow feeling within his chest.