Disclaimer: The characters and places and stuff belong to JKR. But for now, they are at my mercy. *evil grin* I'll return them as soon as I'm finished…maybe.
This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096
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Once Draco was well enough to get out of bed, he made his way over to Harry and sat next to him, holding his hand tightly. Harry was slowly regaining the movement in his right arm and leg, but he still was unable to talk. So instead of saying anything, he greeted his boyfriend with a tiny smile; a smile which did not meet his eyes. Draco managed a weak smile back, and he leaned down to kiss Harry's forehead.
"I love you, you know," Draco whispered. "You saved my life, Harry. I don't know exactly what you did, or how you did it, but he's gone. He's gone forever; I know it." A tear ran down his cheek. "I was so scared when you wouldn't wake up... I thought you were going to leave me. Harry, I'm so sorry; I kept telling you someone would come, and nobody ever came..." More tears spilled from his eyes. "I love you so much. I wouldn't have been able to live if you were gone. I love you..."
Suddenly, Harry rested his hand on his chest, then placed it on Draco's chest, all the while staring into Draco's eyes. Harry's eyes were no longer empty; instead, they were filled with love. Draco nodded as he understood Harry's message and returned the gesture. 'My heart is your heart.'
After a little while, Severus and Sirius came into the infirmary and found the two boys lying on Harry's bed. Draco's chin rested on Harry's shoulder, and he was whispering in the other boy's ear. Harry had an arm draped over Draco's waist. Both looked up when their fathers came in.
"Boys, Madam Pomfrey said that you may both be released within the next week or so," Severus told them. "However, you don't have to attend classes for the rest of the year, unless you want to. If you don't, then you can get caught up by next year."
"Then there's the question of where you want to stay," Sirius continued. "Draco, we assume that you aren't comfortable staying with your mum and dad yet." Draco nodded, showing him that he was correct. "And Harry, you don't want to stay in Gryffindor Tower. What about at home?" Harry shook his head. "While the two of you were...gone...Albus set up some rooms for me, Remus, and the kids. We'll have to go home soon, or else we'll lose the house, since we haven't been living there for a while. You two will be allowed to live in those rooms for as long as you need to."
"We've put wards around them, so that we'll know if anything goes wrong in there," Severus added. "People will only be allowed in with your permission, unless there's an emergency, in which case we'll have a password that we can use to get in. You don't have to come to the Great Hall for meals; Dobby the house elf has been instructed to bring whatever you need to your rooms. Just call for him, and he'll help you."
"Is all of this all right with both of you?" Sirius asked, softly. "If there's anything you want changed about the plans, anything you need, we'll see that it's done."
"It's fine," Draco said, quietly. Harry nodded his agreement. "Thank you." Sirius and Severus seemed surprised by the blond boy's words, but they hid it.
"Are you up to having any visitors yet?" Severus inquired. "Some of your friends have been pestering everyone to let them in here." Both boys shook their heads. "All right, then. I'll tell them that you need more time. Anything to eat?"
"Just a little," Draco requested, and once again, Harry agreed.
The men left the room, and soon, two plates of food appeared on a tray in the boys' laps. The boys began to eat, small bites at a time. Once they finished, Harry laid his head on Draco's shoulder, and Draco wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
"All right, so you can't talk," Draco said, softly. "Do you think you can speak telepathically?" Harry shook his head, closing his eyes. "You're too weak." Harry nodded. "How about writing? Do you have enough movement in your arm so that you can write?"
Harry flexed his fingers, then moved his arm a little before wincing in pain and dropping the limb back to his lap.
"I guess not¼" Draco kissed Harry's forehead. "I suppose we'll just have to wait, then. You should be able to talk again in a couple of weeks or something¼ What about classes? They said we can go back, if we want to. I kind of want to, but people will be asking a lot of questions and staring and stuff. Do you want to? Because if you do, I will." Harry nodded. "All right. But we don't have all of our classes together. If we ask, they might make it so we can go to the same classes."
Harry cuddled up to Draco's side and covered the blonde's mouth with his hand, to stop him from talking. Draco smirked a little and lay back down. Harry nestled his face in Draco's neck, giving a content sigh, and both boys soon fell asleep.
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"Hi, Harry! Hi, Draco!" Kayla greeted the boys as she and Sean ran into the infirmary a couple of days later. Remus followed at a slower pace, as did Sirius, in his Animagus form.
"Hey," Draco said, turning over onto his side on his bed. He gave a slight wave, then closed his eyes again and pulled his blankets over himself.
Sirius padded over to Harry's bed and sat down on the floor, resting his furry head on the mattress, next to Harry's hand. Harry scratched Sirius's head, looking curiously up at Remus.
"He's not feeling very well, and he prefers not to show it," Remus chuckled. "He thinks that, by being in his Animagus form, he won't show how miserable he's feeling." Sirius growled slightly at his husband, then lowered his head back to the mattress and whined quietly.
"Well, I can see that Draco's tired," Remus continued. "How are you feeling, Harry?" The boy waved his hand in a 'so-so' motion. "More energy?" Harry held his fingers about an inch apart. "A little bit, eh? Well, that's better than nothing."
Harry then saw a copy of The Daily Prophet rolled up in Remus's hand. The boy pointed at it, then at himself. Remus looked at the paper, skeptically.
"I don't know, Harry. You might not want to read-" He was cut off by a glare from his son. "Fine, fine. Here."
Harry opened the paper to find a headline reading 'Death Eaters, You-Know-Who Murdered.' Sighing, Harry folded the paper back up and tossed it aside.
"The Aurors discovered about thirty bodies in the dungeons of the manor," Remus explained, softly. "The Ministry doesn't know that you and Draco were there. They're testing the blood that they find, to figure out who all was there and see if they can discover what happened."
"Harry, I colored you a picture," Kayla said, holding a scribbly piece of paper out to her brother. Harry smiled his thanks and placed the picture on his bedside table. "I colored Draco a picture, too, but I'll give it to him when he wakes up."
"Hey, there's an owl at the window!" Sean exclaimed. He opened the window to let the owl in, then took the two letters it had. "They're for Harry." He handed the two rolled up pieces of parchment to Harry, who opened the first one and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I'm so glad to hear that you and Draco have returned. Arthur and I haven't been told exactly what happened yet; only that you're back at Hogwarts and safe. I hope you are both doing well, and if you ever need anything, you know that you can talk to us. Take care, dear. Percy, Charlie, and Bill send their well-wishes, too.
Love,
Mrs. Weasley
Harry smiled a little after that, and then opened the second letter. He frowned immediately, and his eyes flashed with anger.
Harry,
I know you probably don't want to hear from me; especially now. I've been a complete prat and treated you like shite ever since you and Malfoy got together. I was just shocked and upset, and after I started being mean to you about it, I couldn't seem to stop. I have to admit, I was a little disgusted, but that was no excuse for how I treated you. I don't deserve your forgiveness, and 'I'm sorry' isn't enough. But I am sorry.
I was terrified when Dumbledore told us you'd been kidnapped, and it made me regret everything I'd said and done to you. I'm so sorry, Harry.
I hope you're doing all right. I understand if you don't forgive me, or if you never want to speak to me again. I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry.
From,
Ron
Glaring across the room, Harry crumbled the letter up and threw it on the floor. He then lay down on his bed, turning onto his side and facing away from Remus and the kids. Sirius nuzzled Harry's cheek, whining, but Harry just shook his head and closed his eyes.
"Perhaps we should leave Harry alone for a little while," Remus said, softly. "Sean, Kay, come on. You, too, Padfoot."