Waking Draco felt worse than when he had been slightly hungover; he was back in the mansion and the sun was shining brightly through the window, laid on a long sofa the blond sat himself up.
There was huge glass of water next to the sofa so Draco downed it in one go and had only just finished when the far door opened; Harry entered carrying Healer Draco's bag but he dropped it when he saw the blond awake.
Harry rushed over to embrace Draco in a tight hug, he pulled back with a very serious face, "you had me so worried, how dare you put yourself in danger like that!" he scolded.
Draco flinched back, "it was all part of the plan." He mumbled.
Pulling Draco into another hug, "putting yourself in danger should never be a plan." Harry whispered.
Draco felt tears in his eyes, he hugged Harry back tightly, "I'm sorry. I just wanted you to be safe."
"well we all are." Harry pulled away with a small smile but quickly lent forward again to kiss the blond; long and lovingly.
"come one guys!" Ron's voice broke them apart but they all laughed.
Harry had managed to conjure up some food so they all sat in the middle of the huge ballroom, "what's the plan then?" Draco asked when he'd finally eaten enough.
"we're going to look for this stupid dark item." Harry told him.
"I'll help." Draco immediately said, leaving no room for argument.
The rest of the day consisted of all three of them searching through every single room, of course Draco had more of an idea what to look for since his whole house had been filled with dark items and they finally found it in the third study.
The dark item turned out to be a handheld mirror; made of silver and gold the mirror was pitch black and Draco told them not to touch the glass under any circumstances.
The mirror was wrapped up in a curtain and shoved into a small chest before being put into a bag and, finally, the three trudged back to the village to Floo home.
The moment they entered the office Ron was pulled into a tight hug from his father, who then hugged Harry with as much emotion before not even hesitating to hug Draco.
The head of Harry's department seemed very surprised to see Draco still with them, he gave a tight smile, "thank you for helping my team."
"my pleasure, just hope I didn't miss much at work." Draco said with a joking smile but the man's face was serious.
"I'm very sorry Mr Malfoy, I never got around to telling them you'd gone." He said.
Draco's heart dropped, he felt sick all over, "but, but you said you would!" Draco shouted, "they'll think I've just disappeared."
"or quit." The man sneered, "probably for the best."
"how could you have been so stupid!" Harry suddenly snapped, "I'll see you fired for this." The man's face lost all blood; he may have been the boss but any word of Harry Potter's surpassed his own.
Harry grabbed Draco's shaking, sweating hand, "let's go sort this out." He whispered.
The pair quickly made their way to the Floo network and raced into St Mungos; it was a busy day, everyone seemed rushed off their feet and the supervisor looked ready to explode when he spotted Draco.
"this job too good for you Mr Malfoy?" he snapped loudly, stopping some nurses in their tracks.
"no, of course not." Draco said breathlessly, "I had to.." he wasn't sure how to explain what had happened and he felt hopeless.
"he was helping me." Harry placed his arm tightly around Draco's shoulders, "my boss was meant to contact you."
The supervisor seemed more annoyed at Harry, "well he didn't. You're fired Mr Malfoy." He said and turned away.
"no!" Draco shouted before he could stop himself, "please this job is my life!"
"you can't do that." Harry snapped.
"he certainly can't." came a booming voice from behind on of the curtains.
It swished back to revel a portly gentleman in a purple pinstriped suit and white beard with a monocle; it was Mr Tatita, the head chief of St Mungos.
Beside him was Narcissa Malfoy, all done up in her best but still looking quite ill, she smiled nervously at her pale son.
"my dear friend Narcissa told me her son had vanish and with a little questioning from a.." he read a name off a piece of paper, "Arthur Weasley, it turned out he's gone to help Harry Potter and Ron Weasley recover a dark artefact. Is that correct Draco?"
Draco had no idea his mother was friends with the head chief of the hospital, he nodded dumbly, "yes." He breathed, "we were attacked by vampires." He showed his cut up arms.
Mr Tatita smiled fondly, "what an adventure from our best Healer, you take a week off to recover and when you return how about we make you supervisor?"
The supervisor made a funny noise but was instantly silenced when Mr Tatita's smiled was replaced with a stern glare.
"there will be changes around here." He promised and turned to Narcissa, "I must be going my dear, take care." And with that he sauntered off down the hallway.
Draco suddenly found himself being hugged by his mother but he didn't hug back, "I was worried about you Draco."
The young Malfoy looked at his mother, leaning slightly into Harry who still had his arm around his shoulder, "I thought you hated me having this job." He commented.
Narcissa looked a little sheepish, "I was wrong." She admitted quietly, "everyone thinks so highly of you here, so many patients have asked for you."
Draco felt a swell of love for his mother and he peck her lightly on the cheek, "I'm going to take that week off but at Harry's." he told her.
With teary eyes Narcissa looked like she wanted to argue but stopped herself and nodded.
Harry took Draco back to his house where they both lay on the bed for a while not saying anything but the young Malfoy felt lighter than he had in years.
"live here." Harry suddenly said.
Smiling Draco found Harry's hand without looking and squeezed it tight, "yeah okay."
There was a rumble of a laugh from Harry before he rolled over his kiss Draco gently.