Harry sighed as he lifted his pack and took one last look around the flat. Hermione's, he decided. She always helped him through rough times. He walked to the fireplace, avoiding the accusing stares of the photos on the mantle. Were they really accusing, or was it all in his mind? He didn't stop to find out.
Hermione left him alone. Harry didn't need to say it, she just knew (how, Harry had no idea; she was Hermione, and she knew things), and he was thankful for it. He spent the first day shut up in the guest room getting pissed. A few days later Hermione accosted him, but he managed to ward her of in favor of taking a walk. A waitress at the cafe he stopped at asked if everything was good at least six times, but he had ordered water. He didn't take the hint. When he returned, Hermione forced it out of him. When he finished explaining the fight, she had that expression on, the one that made him feel stupid. She looked at him, in other words. After an hour of telling Harry to stop being thick and go home, she had to go to work. It wasn't like she was going to put her whole life on hold just because you're being a prat again, and go and talk to him already! Harry fumed. How could she make light of this? It wasn't some little thing, Harry had left Draco, without even a note! If Hermione couldn't understand how dire this was, she just, well, she was blind. Draco would never take him back, he was much to proud. When he explained that to her later that night, she just shook her head and turned in early. It wasn't until Thursday that Harry realized that it didn't matter, that he was Harry Potter, not some snivelling girl, and damn it, but he would go home and tell Draco so. He wasn't going to give up. It didn't matter what Draco had to say, Harry was moving back in, blast it all.
"Draco? I know you're here, I can hear you sniffling," Harry called when he returned home. There were tissues lying all around the sitting room, and Draco himself was wrapped up in a quilt on the couch.
"I'b sick, okay, Podder? Do'd flatter youself."
"Only a week and already you prove you can't take care of yourself," he teased, sitting down next to the lump that was Draco.
There was a short pause. Draco sat up at looked at Harry for the first time since he'd come home, then said, "Ted days."
Harry winced. "I'm really, really sorry. I was a prick and an arse and a prat and a total idiot. Forgive me?"
Draco said nothing for a very, very long time.
"Fide."
Draco smirked as Harry tackled him back down on the couch with a huge hug and an "I love you". Harry was so predictable.
