Ch. 2: I'm Blind, Not Stupid

"So what, Malfoy was blinded by his father and then turned out, and Dumbledore told you to go gather him and now we have to befriend him?" Ron asked from his seat on the couch.

Harry pulled his legs into his chair and shrugged. "That's the long and short of it, I'd say. I don't know, he hasn't woken up since he's been here, he's just been sleeping."

Hermione sighed and crossed her legs. "I bet he hasn't slept very well in a while, poor dear."

"Wait, you are letting him sleep in your bed? Did you at least do a cleaning spell on him before you let him on your sheets?" Ron said in disgust.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I really didn't think about cleaning him, he just looked so pitiful. I did clean his face though, it was covered in blood. I wonder if his eyes are completely ruined?"

Hermione shrugged and leaned back. "It sure is nice of you to take him in, but I am glad you called Ron and I. He'll need to eat and I'm sorry, but you can't cook. At all. I'm surprised that you haven't starved yourself."

Harry shook his head and stood. "Remus likes to cook...and clean for that matter. I'm going to call Oliver and tell him what's going on." Hermione nodded briefly and Harry padded into the kitchen, picking up the phone and typing in the number by heart.

"Ollie? Yeah, it's me."

"I just wanted to tell you that Malfoy is here."

"Yeah, Dumbledore was right, he's blind."

"Hermione and Ron are here to help me."

"Yeah, come over if you want, I think Hermione is cooking."

"See you later then, love you. Yeah. Bye."

Hermione pulled open the door to the fridge and extracted ingredients for dinner. "So is he coming over?"

Harry nodded and said, "I'm going to go see if Malfoy is awake. Maybe the smell of cooking food will rouse Remus as well."

"Remus is here?" Hermione asked conversationally as she began mincing onions.

Harry nodded again and poured a glass of water. "I don't like onion, 'Mione."

Hermione growled and pushed aside the onion to begin cubing potatoes.

Harry chuckled and walked back through the house where Ron was engrossed in a football game, in awe of the fact that the players couldn't fly.

The Gryffindor continued back into the master bedroom where Draco rested. The room was dim but Harry could tell as soon as he walked in that Draco was awake. He was sitting up in the bed for starters, and his blank eyes were trained straight forward. He seemed to be a little better off as he was more rested. He turned his head in the general direction of the door.

"Malfoy, you awake?"

Draco knitted his brows and pulled his body into a small ball, blinking slowly and wincing in pain. "You probably already know who I am but I'm Harry. You're going to be staying at my house the rest of the summer. Do you want a pain potion?"

Draco hesitated before nodding. "Alright, I'll be right back. I'm going to turn on the light, okay?"

Draco finally spoke. "It doesn't matter, I can't see anyway." Harry mentally kicked himself and left the room to fetch the potion Draco wanted.

By the time he made it back to the bedroom Draco had kicked the duvet off and was running his fingers over the embroidery on the collar of the pyjamas he was wearing. Harry placed the small phial of potion in Draco's hand. The blond downed it and lay the empty bottle aside. "Am I wearing your clothes, Potter?"

"Yeah, you didn't have anything with you. Do you want to take a bath and put on some clean clothes? Hermione is making dinner, I would like you to come down and eat with us as well if you want. There won't be many people there, just Ron, Hermione, Remus Lupin, and my boyfriend Oliver Wood. You don't have to come if you don't want to."

Draco dropped his eyes to his lap and said, "I need to go to the loo, can you help me please?"

Harry stepped forward and placed the glass of water down on his bedside table. "When you come back in here, there is some water on the table beside the bed. Come on and take my hand, I'll lead you to the bathroom."

The Slytherin took Harry's hand and stood, allowing himself to be led. He mentally counted the steps for future reference. "The toilet is on your right, the sink right next to it. The bathtub is straight opposite the sink. The shampoo is on the right, conditioner on the left. The soap is in the dish. I'll get you some clothes and a towel, alright?"

Draco sighed and said, "Potter, we need to talk. I don't want your sympathy. I may be blind, but I'm not stupid."

"I know, I'm just trying to help you. You don't have to accept my help; I'm just going to offer it." He left the bathroom momentarily and returned with a stack of freshly laundered clothes. "Here's your stuff. If you need help just call, alright?"

Draco didn't respond, only started removing his pyjama top slowly.

Harry left the bathroom quietly, leaving the door ajar.

He heard a commotion from the living room and went back in there, spying Ron, Remus, and Oliver having a heated row over the football game. He grinned lightly and sat next to Oliver, kissing his cheek gently. "Hey," he said in greeting.

The ex-Gryffindor turned and kissed Harry full on the lips and grinned. "Hey pet, you want to join in on this stupid argument?"

"I'll take a rain check," Harry muttered and rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. "How long have you been here, love?"

Oliver shrugged and wrapped an arm around Harry, crossing his legs. "I've only been here a few minutes but these two were already at it when I arrived."

"Now come on, Manchester United is the best team out there," Remus said softly from his seat on the floor and yawned.

Ron rolled his eyes. "Your transformation last night must have fatigued your brain. Seamus has told me about West Ham and the way he talks they are the best."

Oliver looked over to Harry and raised his eyebrows. "Why don't we go help Hermione in the kitchen?" Oliver said quietly and Harry grinned.

"That would be smart." The ebony-haired teen stood quickly and dragged his boyfriend away from Ron and Remus. "Need any help, 'Mione?"

Hermione dumped the potatoes into a large pot of boiling water and said, "You could make a salad. Everything else is almost done. The pork chops are in the oven and everything."

Harry palmed a head of lettuce and grinned as he felt Oliver pull him back against his body. "I missed you," he whispered into his neck, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "I'd be sitting there before a game and wishing that you were there."

Harry began to shred the lettuce and tossing it into the bowl. "You're just trying to butter me up. What do you want?"

Hermione snorted and pulled plates out of the cabinet. "Is Malfoy coming down?"

Harry handed the lettuce to Oliver and said, "I don't know, I'll go check on him. Finish this, and don't think you are off the hook."

Oliver groaned and began tearing the lettuce grudgingly.

Thanks to brionyjae for the beta!