DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter
Slumped on the floor, leaning against the door frame, Harry was at his wit's end. Behind the locked door he had been staring at for an hour, he could hear the love of his life ripping the bedroom apart in absolute fury. Harry tried to explain himself for the millionth time.
"Draco, honey, can you please stop and listen to me? This was not my idea! I didn't know he was back. I thought Charlie was going to keep him out in Ireland longer. I swear I didn't plan this!"
The crash of empty drawers hitting the floor drowned out Harry's pleading voice.
"He got in touch with Hermione when he got back and she thought she would take him along tonight. She knows the three of us didn't end on the best note when he left. She just wants things to be okay between us!"
There was a brief moment of silence from behind the door that was quickly replaced with Draco shrieking "That BITCH!" an octave higher than normal. Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal a flustered Draco, snarling and red with anger.
"And honestly, I want things to be okay between Ron and me, too." Harry admitted quietly. Draco made to slam the door, but Harry quickly stopped it with his hand. "You don't have to kiss and make up, I don't care. I just want to be able to mention his name again without you going ballistic on me."
Draco sighed heavily and dropped his slightly mussed platinum blonde head. "He hurt us both, Harry. With you it was physical. I got over what he did to my family, but I will never forgive him for what he did to you. Just the thought of seeing him again, of seeing his face and being close enough that I could just...DAMMIT!" With another shriek, Draco slammed the door shut again and threw something at it. Harry winced as he heard glass hit the door and shatter, wondering if it was something valuable.
"Drake? Baby, what are you looking for?"
"My fucking WAND, Potter! Where the fuck is my fucking WAND?!"
Harry's eyes widened at the thought of a wand back in Draco's hand. The last time he used one, it was the last confrontation with Ron. He had gotten so upset that night, when Ron's burning spell left Harry scarred and writhing in pain. Draco had lunged at him the moment sparks left his wand, Draco's own at Ron's throat so swiftly, so dangerously close to killing him right then and there…
The feeling of being watched brought Harry back from his thoughts. All noise had ceased and he turned to see Draco standing in the doorway, a worried and pained look on his face. Slowly, Draco moved to stand toe-to-toe with his lover, gently pulling his face closer to his own. He nimbly slid off Harry's glasses and lightly brushed his lips over each closed eye, slightly damp with tears at thoughts of past events. When Harry's eyes fluttered open, Draco was staring at him intensely.
"I love you, and I am not going to let him hurt you again. Understand?" Harry just nodded. Draco pressed his lips against his, kissing him deeply. Harry embraced Draco tightly, pulling him closer, feeling the intense need to be closer to him, to convince himself that what Draco said was true.
Without a word, Draco removed Harry's hands from his back. He went back inside the bedroom, rummaged around a bit and came out with a white long-sleeved shirt. He slipped it on before kissing Harry's cheek.
"I'm going for a walk. Be back soon. I'll make lunch for the both of us, okay?"
Harry nodded silently again and watched his boyfriend walk out the door. He counted. 30 seconds went by. He turned toward the bedroom and tentatively pushed the door open further. The sight made him cringe. The dresser had been emptied and turned over, pillows were everywhere, clothes were strewn all over the floor, and the night tables had been knocked over. Harry's heart stopped when he saw the mattress overturned and laying on the side of the bed. He carefully picked his way around glass, clothes and miscellaneous objects, making his way toward the wooden bed frame. He pried at one of the boards on the bottom of the frame with his fingers. It came loose with a sudden jerk. Harry felt around the empty space until his fingers closed around two long, carved wooden sticks.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Both wands were still there.