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Harry stirred and turned around, snuggling closer into the warm duvet he was wrapped in and inhaled deeply. The pillow smelled so delicious. Somehow with a hint of cinnamon...

Cinnamon? His pillow never smelled of cinnamon...!?

He opened his eyes, craning his neck to look around in the room and was shocked to realize that he had no idea where he was. Then he heard a soft snore at his right, his head swivelled around and he spotted Draco Malfoy curled up in a high backed armchair, fast asleep.

"Draco...?"

It was only a whisper, but the blond's eyes fluttered open and he blinked sleepily at Harry, stiffling a yawn.

"Oh, you're finally awake. How do you feel?"

"Alright... but, what are you doing here?"

Draco raised an eyebrow, a smile tucking at the corners of his mouth, "I live here, Potter."

Harry frowned and looked around again.

"You live here? Alone?"

The other man nodded, shifting around in the chair and not bothering to stiffle his yawns anymore while he pulled the thin blanket closer around his body.

"What about Astoria?"

Draco's eyes narrowed and Harry was afraid he had said something wrong. The blond shrugged.

"Astoria isn't here. She stays at our flat in London."

"Ah," Harry nodded, sat up and looked over to the tall windows. Snow was falling heavily outside, obscuring his view, but with a pang of realization he knew where they were.

"We are...!"

He straightened further up and stared at Draco before his gaze shot back to the window again, a comforting warmth spreading in his chest.

Draco nodded, "Hogsmeade, yeah. You can see the castle from here... or you would if it wasn't snowing so much."

Harry was speechless. He was back... Finally, after over three years he was back... and even after all that has happened it felt like coming home.

"Thank you," he didn't bother to hide his emotion when he felt a tear running down his cheek, but beamed at Draco.

"What for?"

Draco tilted his head, his expression curious and Harry looked out of the window again, wiping his eyes.

"For bringing me home."

...

Harry was sitting at the table in the small kitchen downstairs, watching Draco preparing breakfast.

"Uh... May I ask you something?"

Draco just nodded without looking at Harry.

"Does Astoria know? ...I mean, does she know that I am here?"

"No," he shook his head and turned around, placing a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon in front of Harry, "Eat."

Harry grabbed his fork, but still looked at the other man.

"Won't she come looking for you?"

Again, Draco shook his head and sat down opposite from Harry who lowered his look down to his food and started to eat.

It was silent in the kitchen until Draco broke the silence, his voice sounding defiant.

"She knows not to come here. She wouldn't come here to check what I am doing."

That sounded a bit fishy to Harry, but he just nodded and kept eating, silently appreciating how good Draco was at cooking, even though it was something as simple as scrambled eggs.

Once his plate was empty, Draco got to his feet again and looked down at Harry, "Would you like something else? Pancakes, maybe?"

"Oh... No. No, thanks!" Harry shook his head and leaned back in his chair, patting his belly, grinning.

"Don't you have to go to work, though?"

"I took some days off to look after you. Can't leave you alone, can I?"

Now that Draco mentioned it, Harry realized that he had no idea what had happened after he had become unconscious.

"What happened, anyways?"

The blond smirked, "I thought you wouldn't ask."

Draco sat back down again and just looked at Harry before he started to explain, "Don't you remeber that the Dementors attacked you?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "I do remember that, but not what happened after that."

"Well, nothing much, really. I went looking for you and luckily found you before something bad could've happened. Then I sent a message to Granger and she came over with the weasel."

Harry gaped at him, "What!? They were there!?"

"Yeah, but just to blame me for what happened, you know."

Harry ignored that for the moment, upset that his friends had been at the hospital without him knowing about it.

"So, why am I here now?"

Grey eyes met his and he had the sudden impression that Draco was thinking about how to best answer that question.

He finally sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I wanted to look after you to make sure you would be okay again, but that would've been difficult with your friends bursting into the room at random just to insult me."

"But... why?"

Draco shrugged, "Maybe because I want to make up for what I did?"

The words had rushed out of Draco's mouth and Harry had a hard time to understand him.

Harry shook his head and sighed.

"Listen, there's no need to make up for anything. It's all over, just don't think about it anymore."

The blond sneered, "Look who is talking."

Harry bit back his retort and they sat in silence for a while, avoiding to look at each other.

He looked around for something to do and when his eyes found the window, he knew what he wanted to do.

"Can we go out for a walk? I haven't been here in ages."

Draco looked at him, a deep frown on his face, "You shouldn't go outside, but rest a bit longer."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Listen, I will need clothes and if you want me to stay here we will have to buy some unless you want to go to Ron's house and fetch some for me. And I really would like to go outside a bit."

The knowledge of being so close to Hogwarts had sparked a light inside of Harry and he really felt like going out and see some people. He had stayed away from the public for so long... Too long.

"Fine."

It didn't sound like it was really fine, but Draco got to his feet anyways and led Harry back to the bedroom. Harry was on his heels, grinning broadly and then slid past Draco into the bedroom to fetch his shoes.

The blond shook his head and walked over to the wardrobe, looking at several cloaks. He then turned around with a heavy, black and expensive looking cloak and handed it over to Harry.

"You'll need this, it's cold outside."

Harry put it on wordlessly and then smiled awkwardly at Draco, "It's a bit tight."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Well, yeah, you have broader shoulders than I. Shall I look for another one? But I doubt that any of them will fit you."

"I am really terribly sorry Mr Malfoy."

"Oh shut up, Potter."

Draco turned on his heels and walked out of the room. Harry quickly followed him and slipped into his trainers on the way to the door.

The blond looked at him before opening the door, "Are you sure that you feel fit enough to go outside? I won't be able to carry you back here and up the stairs if you decide to faint again."

"I will not faint, promise."

Draco shrugged, "On your risk, then."

Together they left the house and stepped out on to the snowy street. There were only a few other people around and, to Harry's great relief, they ignored them.

"You want to go looking for clothes first?"

Harry nodded and Draco led the way to a shop Harry had never visited before. As soon as they stepped inside, a young witch came over to them and beamed at Draco, "Welcome Mr Malfoy! It's always a pleasure to see you."

She now looked over at Harry and her eyes darted up to his scar for the tiniest moment, but she didn't say anything.

"We need some trousers and shirts or jumpers for my friend."

She smiled and nodded, "Alright, would you please follow me?" she turned to Harry, giving him a polite smile and he followed her.

Draco walked behind them and watched silently while the witch choose several clothes for Harry, piling them on his arms.

Harry sometimes looked down at the pricetags and instantly knew why he had never entered that shop before. The stuff they sold was expensive!

He turned around to look at Draco, his eyes wide and whispered, "That's too expensive."

The blond shook his head and waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry. I'll lend you the money for now and you will just give it back once you're fully cured."

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Draco gave him a warning look and he closed his mouth again.

When they went to pay, he would have very much liked it to refuse them all, but Draco was paying before he could say anything and forced the bags into his hands when they left the shop.

"Potter," Draco eyed him with a stern look, "You need some nice, proper clothes. I always only see you running around in Muggle clothing..."

They walked down the street for a few moments before Draco suddenly stopped and Harry caught him looking him up and down when he turned around.

"Besides, you look gorgeous in those pants, so stop complaining. Good clothes simply are expensive."

Harry felt the heat creep up into his cheeks and stuttered some incomprehensible words, before he decided to better shut up and take refuge in the Three Broomsticks.

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