All the times
That I felt like this won't end
It's for you
And I taste
What I could never have
It was from you
All the times
That I've cried
My intentions
Full of pride
But I waste
More time than anyone
Harry helped Draco lie down on the couch and headed off to another room. He returned with a bowl of water and a white washcloth. He looked at the messy wound on the leg and gently started removing the make-shift bandage. Draco winced a little but didn't say anything. He didn't really know what to say. He jerked away when he felt the sting of the cold water hitting his wound, and immediately regretted it as another searing pain jolted up his leg. Harry didn't complain about his sudden movement and continued to clean the wound, ignoring Draco's flinching. He picked up his wand, and muttered a spell, Draco nearly yelled out in the pain. But he did take note of a bloody red object emerging from his leg.
"Must have been quite painful." Harry commented as he disposed of the jagged glass shard. He then brought the cloth back to the wound, to clean it again.
"Yeah, jumping out a window has that affect." Draco replied.
Harry left the room again. Draco looked around the log cabin. It was simple, a few chairs, a coffee table, a fireplace and photo's here and there. It was overall nice place for someone who had to move about a lot. Harry entered again, this time with some clothes and bandages. He placed the clothes down and once again brought out his wand. He pointed it at the wound, but this time the spell uttered affected the clothing around it. It started to tear off around the wound, and Draco couldn't help the red tinge coming from his face. He knew he should've taken it in a purely platonic way, but after having had Harry for 4 years and craving him again for 3 years, it was hard to not blush. If Harry noticed the colour change in Draco's face, he didn't mention it.
Instead, he started to tie the wound up in a bandage and secure it tightly. He helped Draco up off the couch.
"The bathroom's on down the hall, first door on the right. You can change and clean up there." He said and handed him the clothes. Draco nodded and limped off. Once Harry heard the click of the door shutting, he collapsed onto the couch.
What was he going to do now?
How long was he going to stay?
Did he even want him to stay?
Yes.
He did want him to stay.
But to explain, explain everything.
Getting up, Harry walked to the kitchen and started the kettle. If he wanted him to explain things, might as well make sure he's comfortable with it. He still remembered Draco preferred coffee over tea. No sugar, no cream. Black coffee. He also loved muffins. Blueberry muffins were his favourite. Harry set out a plate of four blueberry muffins and poured out the coffee. He had gotten into the habit of buying things both he and Draco liked. And he had never gotten over that particular habit. He walked back to the living room and placed the tray down. He sat on the couch and waited until the blonde came through.
And came through he did. In pyjama's of the deepest blue. His grimy face was now scrubbed clean, and his now dry hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, tendrils of hair framing his face. His grey eyes reflected the light of the fire. He sat down on the other side of the couch Harry sat on.
"Thanks." He said quietly. Harry gave a slight nod and indicated to him to help himself to coffee and some muffins. Draco took a sip of the liquid and bit into a muffin.
"How's Voldemort doing?" Harry asked. Draco flinched again. It was a sore subject for both of them.
"Rumour has it; he's out to kill you," Harry continued. Not once did Harry look at Draco. His green eyes looked directly at the dancing flames.
"It's not a rumour. It's the truth." Draco said, also looking at the enticing flames.
"Looks like we're on the same boat." Harry commented more to himself than to Draco. Draco nodded and took another sip of the coffee.
Harry waited until he was done with the coffee and muffins. It had seemed to bb the tensest moment in his life, as he waited for him to finish. But when he did, he could see that the full stomach had had an affect on Draco. His eyes lids started to droop. Harry sighed, no answers tonight. He helped Draco off the couch, and Draco leant on him. Draco once again smelt the unique scent that was Harry Potter. He felt the warmth of Harry's hand, helping him stay upright. It must have been the longing for him that made him turn Harry's face towards him and plant a chaste kiss on his lips. Harry seemed stunned. He didn't respond to the kiss, but he didn't stop it either. When Draco moved away, the couch was now a bed. Harry turned away from him and helped him into the bed. Once the covers were rather haphazardly placed over him, Harry retreated with a small 'goodnight.'
A small smile played on Draco's lips as he fell asleep.
Harry on the other hand didn't bother to change as he went to bed. He tossed and turned, but it was long into the night when he finally did find some restless sleep.