Harry was blown away by everything that had happened. He felt like such a slut, the way he did everything Malfoy wanted. And, if he was being honest with himself, he loved every second of it. Even the pains of the aftermath did nothing but arouse him. While he was ashamed, his libido seemed to have more of a say. He wanted more.
What did he get himself into? Harry had never been so utterly affected by someone before, and it terrified him. Now that Malfoy had finally gotten what he wanted, would this be it? Did Harry even want it to be something more?
The entire situation was giving him anxiety. Draco was gone before Harry woke up, so he returned to his bedroom heavy with thoughts. The clarity of morning was making him panic. He was upset with himself. Vulnerability was not something Harry was comfortable with. People always take advantage of it. Always. Draco would weasel his way in and tear Harry apart from this inside out. He had to put a stop to it while he still could. After an hour of fidgeting and pacing, he returned to his place of solitude: Godric's Hollow. No one could bother him there. Harry quickly finds out that there was a problem with his logic, the source of discomfort is internal. He felt raw and exposed, and emotional. Draco unhinged him. He looked to the bottle of firewhisky.
Draco does not return home until late afternoon. Unfortunately his customer was not happy with his recent batch, seeing as he did not actually make it himself. Fortunately, he has been a long time customer, and payed Draco to make some more in his private lab.
He had actually been looking forward to seeing Harry after such a long day, but was disappointed to see that the dark haired man was not home. Where could he have gone? Draco could not help but be concerned. Logically he knew the other man could handle himself, but still.
Did he have a change of heart about what happened last night? Draco knew full well that Harry enjoyed every second of it, but it mustn't have been easy to submit to his long-time enemy.
Draco couldn't help but feel disappointment. He shouldn't have left the other man alone this morning, but he had to. He had a dark feeling in the pit of his chest that Harry had gone somewhere to shut Draco back out. And he wasn't sure what he should do about it.