A/N: This is my first fic, I don't think there are any warning needed let me know if you think there are.

Disclaimer: I am not rich nor am I JK Rowling or anybody else but myself. These aren't my characters, I just get to mess with their lives a bit

Thoughts

"Talking"

Draco's POV

Having a cold sucks! This thought was accompanied by another coughing fit that shook my blanket from my shoulders. Oh this is just great! I'm sitting here at home while Harry gets to go to work and chase leads. Just the the floo flared to life interrupting my pity party, and Harry tumbled out.

"Hey," Merlin, I'm so ill. "How was work?"

Brushing off the large amount of soot he managed to pick up on his trip out the fireplace Harry looked up. "Terrible, we were finally so close to finding her, but she had been moved by the time Ron and I got in the building."

If I had been there we would have found the girl, but nooooo, I was stuck at home drowning in tissues. Harry practically read my thoughts, "No Dray, it wouldn't have made a difference if you were there. The apartment looked like it'd been empty for quite a few days."

"So you didn't miss me?" Mock hurt flitting across my face.

"Not at all," Harry drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm and a goofy grin on his face. He took a few steps over and sank into the couch next to his boyfriend "How was your day?"

I gave him the worst glare I could with my limited amount of energy. He knows very well that I have done absolutely nothing all day and that that's going to kill me. He tried to return my glare but then broke down laughing. We sat there in comfortable silence until Harry got up to start making dinner, clearly not trusting me enough to not sneeze all over the food. Which I do as soon as we sit at the table. In my defence though this sneeze was a reaction from Ron's head appearing in our fireplace.

"Hey mate, I'll talk to you in a sec, lemme go change." Harry fled from the room covered in mash that i blew all over him.

"Weasel"

"Ferret"

"What do you want Ron?" I say, It's a good thing we're Auror partners, and I'm ill otherwise I'd kill him for calling me that.

"Draco, Shacklebolt found the child. I just wanted to let Harry know that it's not his fault. We all know how bad his hero complex is."

My heart dropped.

"Where he find her? What was her condition? Is she still alive? Was she ?" I stopped I couldn't even finish the question, it's too terrible to even think.

"She was stuffed in an alley off Knockturn with deep gashes and bites all over her. These rouge werewolves have to be stopped. At least they didn't, ya know, but she was already dead when Kingsley found her. D'ya think you could tell Harry? He's not going to take it well. Not after " Ron trailed off, looking down-trodden.

"Yeah, I'll break the news...Night Ron, send my love to 'Mione won't you?"

"Course mate, see you later" Ron's head disappeared from the fire, the room was drenched in the usual deep orange of the flames. How am I going to tell Harry, he's going to feel awful about this, like it's his fault. A few moments later Harry reemerged from our bedroom, already in his pyjamas and sits next to me on the couch once more.

"Dray, love what's wrong? What did Ron say?" Worry marred his features.

"Harry," I started, I'm so bloody congested! "The little girl we've been tracking, who got kidnapped by those werewolves, is dead. I'm so sorry. I know you promised her parents we'd find her. I know you didn't want it to end like this." I continue to whisper sweet nothings into his ear. A single tear tracks down his cheek. He reaches up and digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. "Harry it's not your fault." He shakes his head and tries to dry the tears that fell down his face.

"Dray you're sick, I'm supposed to comfort you" he complains trying to regain his composure.

I wrap my arms around him and whisper, "It's okay to cry, it's okay to be held"