Draco had taken the shocked reporter to reception, and asked them to find her a story. This girl was persistent; there was no way he could trust her to just leave. A bright receptionist found that the Longbottoms would be more than happy to have a story about them, and Draco went back to his ward.
He was welcomed by a grinning Harry who had dressed himself already, and was sitting cross-legged on his hospital bed. Draco couldn't help but notice how good-looking the dark-haired man was. His hair was messy as usual, covering his scar. He was wearing a loose shirt, which had sleeves rolled up to the shoulder; showing off Harry's muscular arms, and dark blue jeans. He wore no shoes, but black socks. The man was dressed like a muggle, and Draco found it surprisingly attractive... "Harry, you're smiling" he laughed, and the other returned it. "I've just heard the best news ever!" He grinned even wider, and it was weird how it made Draco's heart flutter. "And?" He couldn't help but smile back; Harry looked amazing with this easy expression. "Ron came in today, and he said that all his family are on my side! They're all really shocked that she could do such a thing" Draco noticed how Harry avoided saying 'Ginny' and saw that the gleam in the man's eyes had gone after mentioning her. But he still kept the smile going. "That's great! Look, I'm going to be really busy today, and it's quite obvious that you don't need any more treatment, so I'll see you later." "See you"
By the time Draco had finished his shift, Harry was bored out of his mind. He was just about to get himself another tea, when the blonde finally walked up to him, looking rather flustered. 'He looks good like tha-' Harry stopped the thought in its tracks. He was just getting over HER... "Do you want to get going?" He asked. Harry nodded, and they went up to the floo in silence.
When they stepped out of the fire, Harry almost gasped at how grand it was. They'd arrived at a bedroom, and by the unmade bed covers, the man assumes it was Draco's. The blonde led him out of the room, and into the one next door. "This is your room. It has an en suit so you won't have to worry about finding a bathroom, and the one we were just in is mine. If you need anything... I don't usually leave my room. Feel free to wander around, if you want anything to eat, I'm sorry but you'll either have to live off apples like myself, or get some food yourself. You can use the kitchen as you would your own." Harry raised his eyebrows. "You only eat apples?!" Draco blushed. "I go out for dinner on Friday..." "Even still! Wait, isn't today a Friday?" He mused. "Oh... so it is... oh well, I'll go again next week." "No way am I letting you do that, you'll starve!" Harry felt oddly protective over the blonde's health "I'm taking you out." "What?" "We're going to dinner, and then we're going food shopping." And with that, Harry grabbed Draco's bony arm and apparated.
They arrived round the back of a building, and when they reached the front Draco's eyes widened. "You eat at muggle places?" Harry laughed. "Yeah, they're the only places that don't treat me like the-boy-who-lived." "I guess that makes sense..." They walked in, and were given a table with a menu. "Harry?" Draco whispered. "What's a pizza?" "What? You don't know what pizza is?!" He laughed. "No! I assume it's some muggle thing; my dad never really introduced me to..." The man trailed off and Harry felt a pang of regret for him. James Potter may had died before his son could know him, but Lucius was in Azkaban, probably very missed by his son. "Pizza is a dough base topped with tomato sauce, cheese, and any other chosen savory foods" Harry explained. They ate their meal without much talk from then on; each reserved with their own thoughts.
When they finished their meal, Harry paid the bill with muggle money and they started walking to a muggle "supermarket". Draco had never been bossed around like he was with Harry now than when he was with his father. But with Harry it felt different. If anyone had told him ten years ago that one day he would like being bossed around by Harry Potter, he would've sent them straight to St Mungo's to have their head checked. Yet here he was, being dragged to muggle places by Harry with a smile on his face.
When they got to the shop, Draco let out a long whistle. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. He gazed at the rows and rows of bright packets on shelves lit up by bright white lights, the big metal baskets that muggles were pushing around on wheels, and the conveyor belts that led to tills with weak plastic bags that people were using to put their purchases in.
Harry laughed at the blonde's reaction, and went over to a cold row that was piled with raw meat. "Chicken ok?" Draco nodded and put the packet in their "trolley". 'Huh' he thought to himself 'it's already been taken off the bone'. They next went to the vegetables, and Harry picked out some broccoli and potatoes. Then they found the cereals, and they put corn flakes in the trolley. They went on like this until Harry had decided that there was enough food to last them for a while, and Harry used this time a plastic card he claimed representing Muggle money, but Draco wasn't too sure.
When they arrived at the manor, the blonde let Harry put away the items and charm a cupboard to keep the cold things fresh. "Draco... thank-you for letting me stay with you. You're so kind, and I don't know what I'd do without you." Draco grabbed Harry around they waist and hugged him. He shouldn't have done, but he didn't know what else to do. He should have thanked Harry, but he didn't want to do that. He could've escaped to his room, but he didn't want to do that either. In fact, he had been very impulsive with hugging the man.
Harry froze for a moment, then put his arms round Draco. He obviously needed comfort, and Harry needed it too. They stayed like that for a while, then the blonde broke away, sniffing. "Sorry" Harry watched as the other trudged up the stairs to his room, then made his way to his own.