They don't see him for several days.
"Draco," she begins, in her motherly you-have-chores-to-do voice, "I want you go to check on him."
Draco narrows her eyes and huffs loudly. "Why don't you go check on your pet?"
The look she returns is one reserved solely for defiant children. He doesn't bother to return words; instead, he tosses his napkin on the table and stalks upstairs.
He finds Harry on the chaise near the window. There is something fluttering in the trees that seems to have his rapt attention; he's standing directly next to him before Harry stirs even a centimeter.
"Do you need something?" Harry asks. "Did I do something wrong?"
Draco is taken aback by the worry in Harry's voice and posture. His appearance seems to be incredibly startling to the other man.
"No. We haven't seen you for a while. I'm here to make sure you're," he pauses and looks Harry up and down, "still alive."
"Oh. Well, I'm still alive I guess."
"I can see that, Potter," Draco drawls. "Why haven't you been meeting my mother for lunch?" Draco leans against the couch, hip cocked to the side, nonchalant as ever.
"I needed some time. Some time to," he looks out of the window again. "To think, I guess."
"Do you want to go back to Grimmauld?" Draco asks.
"Do I have to right now?" Harry panics at this, right hand gripping the edge of the chaise while his toe taps rapidly against the inside of his other leg. "Merlin, Draco. I've been here too long. I need to pay you for everything. Fuck. Why didn't I think of that?" He begins retreating into himself.
"Harry, stop. You don't owe me anything."
When Harry doesn't respond, Draco moves forward, grabs each of his wrists, and stills them. Harry's gapes like a fish as he stares. Draco's pert mouth is pulled taut in concentration. His hair parts at an angle and then is tossed casually to one side. His eyes are the intense grey of an oncoming storm. Harry picks these things out in the span of thirty seconds as his mind whirls with information.
"Harry, you can stay as long as you like. I'm asking you what you want to do." When Harry doesn't respond, Draco continues. "Why you've stopped coming out of your room—"
"I want—" Harry takes several deep breaths, feeling the pressure of Draco's fingers wrapping tighter around him. He shivers. The contact is too much. "I need—I just—" He struggles to get the words out. "I need some time."
Draco stares intensely at him for a moment before letting go.
"You can have as much time as you like. Let me know if you need anything else."
Harry nods. As soon as Draco releases him, he curls up into as small of a ball as a grown man can.