A/N: In case you missed my note back in Chapter 1, someone pointed out to me that I gave Draco different middle names in Chapter 1 and Chapter 8 so I re-edited the first chapter to reflect the middle name I used in the eighth chapter. Sorry if I confused anyone. And now, on with the story!

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Harry was miserable. Bone-aching miserable. It had been five days since he fled Malfoy Manor. Five days since he'd last seen his husband. Five days since he'd been held in Draco's arms and kissed senseless.

And he missed him terribly.

But his heart was broken. He didn't even have the energy to get out of bed, where he'd been for the last three days.

And it was all that bitch, Pansy Parkinson's fault! Harry scowled to himself.

He had gone back over his memories of That Day from several different angles and ideas and came up with the same conclusion over and over: Draco had no feelings for the pug-faced harridan whatsoever. It should have made him happy. But it didn't. He couldn't get away from the fact that Draco had kissed her.

Well she kissed him and he just stood there looking like he'd rather kiss his horse, but it's the principal of the thing. He thought silently. He rolled over to stare out the window and snuggled deeper into his bed.

What am I going to do?

- - -

Remus scowled and stomped his way up the stairs to his son's room. He'd had just about enough of Harry's sulking for the week to last him a lifetime. He was going to fix this rift between the couple even if it killed him.

Without knocking, he slammed his way into Harry's bedroom and dragged the young man from his bed.

"Father, what-"

"Harry, shut up for once and listen to me!" Remus demanded. Shocked, Harry's mouth closed with an audible snap. "I'm bloody well sick and tired of this brooding you've been doing and it needs to end, now!"

"I'm not brooding!"

"You've been holed up in your room for a week. I'd call that brooding."

"I'm entitled to brood." Harry sulked, crossing his arms.

"Not this time, Harry. You need to fix this with Draco, today. It wasn't his fault and you know it."

"Father-"

"I'm not listening Harry. Minerva and Albus will be coming by in about an hour to take you back to the Manor. You will be ready and presentable by then. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." Harry whispered, staring at his feet. Remus sighed and placed his hands on his son's shoulders.

"Harry, I know how much you love Draco. You owe it to yourself and Draco to fix this. And you know I'm right."

"I'm scared, Remus."

"Of what?"

"What if Draco doesn't want me back?" At that, Remus began to laugh.

"Harry that's ridiculous! Draco loves you and he misses you a great deal. Narcissa tells me he hasn't gone to work all week. He just hides in his study, drinking himself into oblivion."

"Shit." Harry sighed. He looked up at Remus. "I guess I should talk to him, then."

"I believe that to be the best course of action."

"Thank you, Father." Harry smiled, hugging the older man. Then he turned and went to get cleaned up and packed.

- - -

Draco was miserable. Harry had been gone for a week and it felt like a lifetime to him. He locked himself in his study and went through his entire collection of port.

It didn't ease the ache in his chest.

There was a knock on the door to his study. He raised his head from his desk.

"G'way. I'm busy!" he slurred.

"Draco you've been in there for five bloody days! Come out of there this instant!" he heard his mother call out.

"Go'way, Mother!" he shouted, instantly regretting it as a headache pierced his skull.

"Draco Malfoy! You are impossible!"

"I want my Harry back!" he shouted back, shocked when tears blurred his vision. He'd never cried before, not even at his father's memorial service.

"Oh, love. I'm sure he'll come back to you. You just need to wait."

"I've waited five bloody days! He hates me! And it's all my fault." he sniffed. There was silence on the other side of the door for a moment.

"Draco, open the door, please?" his mother asked gently. Getting to his feet, knowing he couldn't ignore his mother, he wobbled to the door and unlocked it, turning his back. He heard the door open and close, but kept his place. He started when he felt a calloused hand against his neck.

"I'm sorry, Draco." Harry whispered against his back. Draco whirled around so fast, he almost fell over.

"Harry!"

"I don't hate you, love." Harry smiled at him.

"But Pansy-"

"Was trying to make me think there was something between you, which I did. And I was wrong. I'll admit that. But, Draco, it hurt when you didn't push her away when she was kissing you."

"I was trying not to think about that actually. It was horrible."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." Harry chuckled.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I promised you I wouldn't do that and I broke my promise."

"But it wasn't your fault, Draco! If anyone is to blame, it's Pansy Parkinson."

"Please don't speak that name in my presence ever again." Draco groaned, closing his eyes. He felt Harry's hands on his cheeks.

"Draco, look at me." Harry requested. Draco opened his eyes reluctantly, staring into Harry's own. "It's not your fault. It never was. You're mine, Draco Malfoy. And I won't give you up without a fight."

"A little possessive, aren't we?" Draco grinned, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.

"No more than you I'm sure." Harry chuckled. They were silent, content to hold each other for a bit. Draco rested a tired head on his husband's shoulders.

"Draco, when was the last time you slept?"

"Hmm. Night before you left, I think."

"That won't do. Come on." He pulled away from Draco and dragged him from the room.

He pushed Draco onto their bed and undressed him before going into the bathroom to run a bath for him. Draco was starting to doze when Harry led him into the bathroom.

"In. Now." Harry demanded, pointing to the slightly steaming water. Draco did as he was told without argument, sighing with pleasure as the water caressed his skin.

Harry went around the tub behind him and ran a soap-covered flannel across his shoulders and down his chest. Draco tilted his head back.

"This is nice." he mumbled sleepily.

"Just relax and let me take care of you for a change." Harry whispered. Draco nodded, closing his eyes.

Harry washed his hair and rinsed him off before helping him from the water. He toweled him dry and led him back to the bed.

Draco slipped naked between the sheets and Harry covered him in the duvet before crossing the room and closing the drapes. He was about to leave the room when he heard Draco call his name.

"Yes?"

"Stay. Please?" Draco whispered. Harry stared at him for a moment before nodding. He slipped out of his own clothes, joining his husband in their bed. Draco pulled him close, spooning against Harry's back.

"Love you, Harry." Draco whispered, drifting off to sleep. Harry rubbed the arm that was wrapped around his middle.

"I love you, too, you stubborn fool." Harry smiled, closing his eyes.

"I'm not stubborn!" Draco yawned.

"Sleep, love." Harry giggled.

"M'kay." Draco muttered, falling asleep. Harry listened to his breathing, assuring himself that Draco was okay before falling to sleep himself.