Title: Return to Me Part—2
Rating: pg-13 R-ish at this point
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: The night when Harry Potter leaves his husband behind as he goes to war. No it's not a one shot
Chapter-2
Missing You
News of Harry's silent departure finally caught up with Draco Malfoy few hours later as
he sat in his bed staring disbelievingly at the empty spot beside him. That night he had
stood against the night sky in the balcony, the curtains behind him flowing in all
directions. His shirtless form was shaking slightly, missing the warmth of his lover. Gray
eyes closed brushing eyelashes against pale skin while silver blonde hair stirred gently in
rhythm with the wind. Thin arms wrapped around themselves, to provide warmth, cheap
imitations compared to those of Harry's. Yet that was all he had left. Draco Malfoy was
alone now.
Two weeks after his husbands departure Draco Malfoy moved into the safety of
the Hogwarts Castle on request from Albus Dumbledore. He was provided a large tower
and two house elves to provide him with meals and clean up his chambers. The fact that
the tower was spacious surprised Draco greatly since Hogwarts school of Witchcraft had
been closed. The grand castle now provided everyone with sanctuary from the ferocious
battle that was running full-fledged outside. Well not outside as in, in the Hogwart's
grounds or Hogsmede but as in the outside world. All of the wizarding communities in
London had been evacuated, along with much much more. But Draco was unaware of
that. The real battle, the battle and camps where his Harry had gone along with the rest of
the Order members and aurors were at the borders of France somewhere. The school of
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang had also turned into similar refugee camps.
That was all Draco knew. He kept to his tower mostly whiling away his time by just
laying around or re-reading for the umpteenth time the only letter he had so far received
from his husband. He felt annoyed and weak being the one having to stay back while
Harry went to war. After all he could fight to. Probably better that most of the aurors that
stood with the light side. But no he couldn't. His stubborn husband had refused to allow
Draco to join him. "It's too dangerous," he had said, his eyes turning a darker shade of
green. "I won't let you. You're already a top target after the Betrayal. There is no fucking
way that I'm letting you go right into their hands."
Draco had fought back ferociously, but when Harry had made his final threat the
argument had ceased.
"If you go against my will," Harry had said his eyes ablaze with rage, and his face
contorted with anger. "If you go to Dumledore and ask to join me out there, I will leave
you and never ever come back."
That had been the final word and Draco had caved in helplessly.
Any way going to war wasn't an option anymore. Three weeks had passed since
Harry's departure and Draco's health had deteriated. His stomach, due to, food poisoning
had become sensitive. This made him throw up his meal every time. Pale and exhausted,
he would collapse into bed wonder why the fuck he couldn't just push aside his pride and
go to the nurse. But no she probably didn't have any time for pointless cases of Flu
anyway. So Draco Malfoy remained isolated in his tower refusing to do anything. The
only thing that mattered in his life was the letters he received from his lover. Everything
in between was a blur.
Days passed and Draco re-read the third letter that was sent to him from Harry.
Half way through it for the fifth time a knock brought Draco away from the camp field
that Harry was describing to him. It was Dumbledore requesting for his attendance to a
meeting he was about to have with Hermione Granger who had just returned from the
Battlefield herself. Yes of course he would. But once the headmaster had seen himself to
the door, Draco wasn't so sure of it anymore. He felt extremely weak and wondered if he
had actually caught something or had he brought this upon himself with his non-existent
eating habits. Unable to think clearly, he moved to his closet and set himself to the task of
dressing appropriately.
Half an hour later Draco was in the circular office surrounded by several odd
instruments, a phoenix and two adults whose faces grew with concern at his state. As
always it was Dumbledore who chose to break the silence that passed after all
pleasantries were exchanged.
"Are you sure this meeting finds you well Mr. Malfoy." Blue eyes twinkled
expecting the inevitable response.
"It's Mr. Malfoy-Potter if you don't mind. And yes, I am perfectly okay. It's just
a little bug, is all."
Everyone nodded in response.
"Now if you don't mind I would like to get down to business." Draco shoot on.
"Anyone care to update me on the situation at the battlefield. Last I heard was new forces
were being dispatched from Russia."
Hermione was prompt in putting together her answer. Turning her face toward Malfoy
she went head on into the status of the war that she had left behind barely four hours ago.
"Well those forces didn't quiet have the number we expected when they reached the
Northern French border. Apparently Death eaters recruited from Germany met them
halfway. The small battle there was not good. Apparently the Russian aurors were caught
completely by surprise. After that aurors from Spain, Portugal and America were sent to
Germany. There they joined with the national guards and destroyed every trace of the
death eater camps there. That was quite a success. After that they moved toward France.
That's our main issue in the war. The French Ministry has sent out all the aurors they can
to fight the was in the north-western border. America has sent, so has Spain. And so have
we. But were afraid it's not enough."
She spoke in an oddly business like manner as if they were all gathered there to speak
about the stocks is all. But even with that tone she held a sense of power, a sense of
knowledge. It was as if every wheel in her brain was turning to find a solution to the
situation.
"What hope do we have." Draco asked slowly. Something was wrong here. He felt so
unbelievably weak. Dark spots flitted across his vision and the picture before him started
to sway.
"Well basically our only hope is Harry." Hermione voice took on a more personal tone at
the mention of his husband. "After all only he can cut off the source of the problem
which is Voldermort."
What? What had she just said? Draco couldn't understand. His knuckles turned white as
he took a strong hold of the chair to hold him right. Again the flickering occured except
stronger this time.
Voices, confused voices, all calling his name. And then darkness filled his world. And the
last though he had before collapsing off the chair was Harry...
TBC...