Smile For Me, Harry
By Sumisweet
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and characters do not belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling. I am only borrowing them for the pure enjoyment of writing fanfics and not making profits.
Author: Hello there. Wow how long has it been since my last update? Actually, one year and one day exactly. I am ashamed. Truly, I thought about abandoning this story and my others as well. I didn't have that urge for me to write anymore. I realized that is not fair to my readers out there who I have left hanging. I will try to finish all of the stories I have started. I apologized from the bottom of my heart. Well, I hope this chapter satisfies you guys out there.
Dedicated to all readers who are still waiting for me. Especially those who emailed me from times to times. You guys are what kept me going! Thank you
Chapter Nine:
Lunch and Tears
Oh my darling
Can't you see?
The stars are shining
And the night is still young.
Won't you take my hand
And join me tonight?
Caressing your cheeks
Kisses down your neck.
Be mine
And let me be yours.
Your eyes
Locking with mine.
Your tender lips
So utterly divine.
Harry hums along with the radio. He was on his way to work at the Ministry of Magic. After they got home from Ron and Hermione's home, Harry decided to stay at home with Draco. Draco, instead, had convinced him to go to work instead of looking after of the blind blond. Draco quoted in their earlier argument that "I may be blind but I'm not helpless." That sure shut Harry up.
Before Harry left for work, however, he told Draco not to wander around the house and only go where he recognizes and is familiar with. That includes the kitchen, Harry's bedroom, the main bathroom, and the living room. Just to be sure, Harry provided that if Draco, or Malfoy as Draco referred it, needs his help in an emergency, just concentrates on his name and say "asperrento." By saying this, Harry will be immediately notified and be apparate to Draco right away.
Then saying good bye, Harry left to work. Slumping slightly, Harry dragged himself to his office. Resting down at his desk, Harry filed documents and files that had been laid out for him. He hates paper works.
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"Argh! Damn it!" Draco screamed from frustration. This was the fourth time he hit something.
None-the-less, Draco is determined to get use to Harry's house. He is probably going to stay here for a while and doesn't want to get in Harry's ways. Draco hates how helpless he is. This blindness was such a torture for him. He had to quit his job, moved in with his parents, and only get to use four senses.
"Now let's see the velvety wall is the livingroom. The wall that feels rough is next to the livingroom on the side that has a big couch. On the other side of the livingroom a door leads to a hallway. The door has carved flowers on it and smell like cherry. Somewhere in the hallway is Harry's bedroom and three more rooms. I wonder where the kitchen is?" Draco murmured quietly to himself.
"Harry said that kitchen has a nice cinnamon and ginger smell because of the candles he put in there." Draco said, remembering what Harry had told him this morning.
Draco paused his thinking and raised his head into the air. There are so many smells. There's a faint smell of citrus from Harry's morning shower. Draco blushed and tried to clear his mind of that scent. Cinnamon and ginger. Cinnamon and ginger. Cinnamon and ginger.
Then he sniffed it, faintly on his right. Draco followed the smell while half-mused himself that he's acting like a dog. Speaking of a dog,
"Chester! Come here. Boy."
The golden retriever trotted to Draco, wagging his tails. He licked Draco's left hand. Draco let out a soft laughter and continue to walk toward the scent of Cinnamon and ginger. After several more bumps, Draco managed to get to the kitchen. It smells great down here. Indeed, beside the scented candles, there were spice and even blueberry pancakes from Hermione this morning. She insisted that Harry bring some home just incase if Draco want some when he's hungry.
Chester led Draco to the dining table and push out a chair for his master. Draco cooed his dog and thanked him. He relaxed his back and enjoyed the peaceful silent. It smelled so sweet in Harry's kitchen. Everything seems so perfect, him at home and Harry's at work. And maybe when Harry comes home, they could chat and have dinner. Draco blushed, everything he thought about made it looks as if he and Harry are a married couple.
Suddenly, Draco felt sad all over. This was only temporary. It's not as if Harry was going to let Draco stay with him forever. Maybe . . . No, no maybe. He shouldn't get his hope up high. He''ll might just end up broken like several months ago.
Draco sighed and rested his head the cradle of his arms. Before he knew it, the young man had drift into a sleep.
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"Hi Harry." Celenia purred at Harry.
After graduating from Hogwarts, Harry thought there was no one he could hate more than Draco Malfoy. That is, until he got his job as an auror at the Ministry of Magic. Celenia Perfida has claimed Malfoy's title as Harry's most hated person on the face of Earth. She is Harry's secretary and keeps his work schedule up to date for him. Every day she would try to persuade Harry to go out with her and get on her bed. It was disgusting. Although Harry had made it very clear that he wasn't interested nor will ever be, Celenia never stopped her quest on him.
Harry groaned at the annoying voice. He looked up at his secretary to find her wearing this heavy purple eyeshadow. Her face was caked on with powder and bright pink blush, not to mention lips were bright neon pink. Does this lady look in the mirror when she put on make-up? Striding closer to Harry, Celenia had a glint in her eyes that gave a warning ringing in Harry's mind.
"What is it?" Harry asked, noticing the distance between them closing quickly.
"Your new schedule, Harry." Celenia slurred and batted her eyes.
She handed Harry the schedule. When he reached out to grab the blue folder, she dropped it and took a hold of his hand instead.
"Such soft but such manly hands," Celenia said, rubbing his hand with hers.
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled his hand away from Celenia's sweating ones. He thanked her in a polite manner, resisting the urge to swipe the hand she touched on his slack. Harry gave her a wave to leave his office. She did but with reluctant.
After looking over at the schedule, which includes investigating a few warehouses in London for an injured vampire, Harry looked at his watch. Well, since it was lunch time, he should go home to check on Draco. He wondered how the blond man was, picking up his suitcase and hat. Harry hoped Draco didn't have any trouble locating around his house. Of course not, he's blind, you idiot. His conscience said in a sarcastic tone.
Crap.
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Harry rushed home and ran up to the front door, face flushed and breathing all ragged. He fumbled with the keys, suddenly forgot which one was the right one. Finally, after a few desperate attempts of several keys, Harry managed to open the door.
Running around the house like a lunatic, Harry hollered out, "Draco! Are you here!"
Chester ran toward him, wagging his tail. Harry noticed the dog but where was Draco? He checked every room, screaming, until he came down to the kitchen. Draco was still sleeping with his head and arms on the kitchen table. Harry's breath hitched. Sunlight beamed through the stain glass near Draco, making lights of colors danced on the figure. The blond hair swayed slightly from the ceiling fan. The strands hit the rainbow beam, red. . . . blue . . . yellow . . . green.
If Harry wasn't so entranced, he would have laughed at how Draco's face was green and blue. The man before him looked like a fairy in a sweet slumber. Moving slightly, the body began to stir. Draco raised his head and opened his eyes. He looked at Harry, without knowing it. Harry gasped mentally when those empty grey eyes look at him. Looking at Draco's eyes always pained him.
Harry walked over to Draco and placed his hand on one of the blond man's arm. He felt Draco froze from shock. Harry quickly reassured him,
"It's I, Harry. It's lunch time so I thought I came home and fix you something to eat."
Draco nodded and then gave out a soft yawn. His right hand came up to swipe tears of drowsiness from his eyes. Harry blushed at the adorable sight and went to the cabinet. Taking out pots and pans, Harry asked, "What would you like, Malfoy?"
For you to love me, Harry. "Anything would be fine. Nothing too heavy because I usually eat light for lunch."
"Oh okay, how about a Ham sandwich and leftover blueberry pancakes from Hermione?"
"That would be wonderful."
After a few minutes, Harry set a plate of pancakes and one sandwich in front of Draco. He told Draco exactly where the fork and knife are and the pancakes are on the right while the sandwich is on the left.
"Would you like any drink, Malfoy?" Harry asked before sitting for lunch.
"No, thank you. I'm fine."
Then everything was silent. The only sounds in the kitchen were Chester panting and silver wares hitting the plates from time to time. Unable to coped with the silent, Draco asked how was work.
"It was nothing. Every thing was ordinary. I did some paper works and then look at my new schedule."Harry said, shrugging his shoulder. "How about you, did you do anything?"
"Ah . . . all I did was explore the house. I want to get use to your house so I can move comfortably." Draco said quietly.
"You know, I can hire someone to help you." Harry suggested, after taken a bite from his sandwich.
Draco's cheeks redden and he slashed out, "I don't need a maid. I'm fine."
Then an air of silent fell on the two again. Harry felt uncomfortable while Draco just fumed. He does not need any help. Getting a maid will just trouble Harry more and Draco doesn't want that. He can take care of himself.
"You know, tomorrow is Saturday so I don't have to go to work," Harry said quietly. "Do you want to do anything together?"
"No, Potter." Draco said sternly.
"Um, okay." Harry felt a little sad but then he got angry. He wouldn't like to do anything with this stoic person anyway.
After finishing lunch, Harry got up abruptly.
"I have to get back to work." That was all and Harry turned and left Draco in the kitchen.
When Draco heard the front door opened and then closed, his eyes watered. Tears slid down his cheeks and he sobbed quietly. Chester came up to his master and nudged his thigh. The dog whimpered when Draco kept sobbing and didn't pat his head like he usually would. Turning around two times, Chester lay down next to his master's legs and rested his head on one of the feet.
AN: That wasn't too shabby was it? I'm sorry for this tension around Harry and Draco. I can't let Harry off the hook too fast. Yes, he deserves to be punished fro hurting Draco. Well, there might be a tender moment in the next chapter. If you guys want that, tell me. If you don't and want a little "hatred" for a few more chapters, tell me. Feel free to ask me anything or give me advises. I will take everything to consideration.
Also, I'll be needing a beta for this story. I don't want to bother my old beta, Mon. So if anyone who is willing to work with an author who might not have a new chapter in a long time, please be my beta. I'll try to have new chapters at least every three weeks, or less. This is all depend on how busy I am with my daily schedule and my other stories. Chao!
Next Chapter Spoiler: (Tender moments if wanted) Harry and Draco making strawberry and chocolate cookies? Why do Draco and Harry have their eyes closed?