Harry's POV

I woke up just as the sun's rays were painting the edge of the horizon. But I wasn't alone. I was wrapped in Draco's arms. I snuggled into him for a few minutes, just remembering how it used to be when I woke up this way every day. Then I noticed the Firewhisky bottles, my headache which could only come from ingesting a lot of alcohol and the fact I had his jacket on. Oh my god. What did we do? What did I do? I wriggled out of his grasp, hoping not to wake him. Then yet again I left my blonde with empty arms.

I ran.

I ran into the castle and up into my quarters. I didn't want to wake up with him. I wasn't ready for that yet. I went into my bedroom and laid on the bed, panicking. I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up to Severus' patronus. The familiar doe spoke in his usual drawl,

'Mr Potter, it's lunch time, I expect your presence, you cannot miss two meals in the same. Poppy is going spare'

I laughed as I made my way into the shower and then down to the Great Hall. I avoided Draco's eyes as I sat down and began to fill my plate. Minerva and Poppy started fussing about me straight away. Apparently im too thin, haven't recovered properly from the thing with having Hydra (the depression which I didn't appreciate Poppy bringing up in front of everyone) and I look just generally ill. Theres nothing like your friends to make you feel good about yourself is there? I laughed to myself, they really do care about me. Its nice to know.

I can feel Draco's gaze on me. Youre dying to look at him! No im not. Im stronger than that. I don't need to look at him. I certainly don't want to talk to him. I finish my lunch and quickly excuse myself. It's a nice day so I think ill get some flying in. I Accio'd my new Firebolt broom and hopped on as it zoomed toward me. Oh how I've missed flying. I hadn't been able to fly when I was due to have Hydra and then I didn't want to when I was ill. Now though, it was like nothing had changed. I knew how to fly, this was easy, this was familiar.

I flew up so high that I couldn't even see the Quidditch stands. The wind was chilly but felt refreshing whipping at my face. My eyes stung as I sped this way and that. My hands were tinted blue and white due to how tight I was holding my broom in the cold weather. I was so busy in the air I didn't see the head of white blonde hair watching me from the stands. I stopped in the air, I couldn't see but I think it was in the middle of the pitch. When I was still, I screamed. I screamed and shouted and cried. No one would be out to hear or see me so I thought I was safe. I screamed for the life Draco and I could have had with each other and our child. I screamed for my own cowardice whenever he tried to talk to me. I screamed for the fact my two best friends couldn't ever have children of their own. I screamed because I was worried about messing up Hydras life like mine. But mostly I screamed because I wished I could change everything.

I screamed for a good half an hour at least. When my throat had finally run dry I cast tempus. This showed me that it was almost 6oclock. Hydra would be coming back soon and it was almost dinner time. I slowly lowered myself down and back onto solid ground. I quickly sent my broom back into my quarters and started to trudge my way back up to the castle. It started to get cold so I pulled Dracos jacket tighter around me. As I reached the doors to the castle, so did Hermione and Hydra. She smiled and ran to me when she saw me. I picked her up and swung her round as I kissed her head and she giggled. Hermione smiled warmly at me.

'Where's Ron? I ask.

'He went away on an Auror mission this morning. So it was just Hydra and me today'

'Do you want to stay for dinner then? Im sure Minerva wouldn't mind'

'Yeah, that'd be nice'

I smiled and the three of us walked into the Great Hall.