Fight

"HARRY JAMES MALFOY! When I get my hands on you I swear..." Draco yelled down the corridors of his manor while his smaller husband hid around the corner of their rooms, a hand over his mouth to stop the giggles from escaping.

"Got you." Draco's hands encased Harry's arms in a tight hold, "Change them back."

Harry had charmed all the backs of his Husbands shirts and jackets to show the phrase 'Just Married' flashing in bright neon colours.

"I might've accidently forgot the charm Fred gave me when he handed over the present."

"You what?" Draco said disbelievingly.

"I'm sorry I mean there were so many presents to open and...You're not angry are you?"

"I'm bloody furious!" Draco let go of Harry in case his anger got out of control, "My meeting starts in an hour Harry, and I need to have something formal and appropriate to wear. I can't go into a business meeting flashing neon."

"I-I'm sorry. I can Floo Fred if you want."

"What if he's not in?! What do you expect me to do?"

"I said I'm sorry, it was just a prank. A joke."

"Does it look like I'm laughing to you? God, what the hell am I supposed to do?" Harry felt his anger rising in response to his Husbands.

"Why the hell are you going out anyway?" Harry exclaimed back, "I thought you were going to spend the few days we have left until Hogwarts, with me!"

"I'm sorry if my estates need seeing to!" He answered sarcastically.

"Your estates! Are those more important to you then your Husband?!"

"Of course not!"

"Then why the hell didn't you tell me about the appointment when you made it instead of this morning! You're supposed to tell me these things!"

"Well maybe this has nothing to do with you."

"If it involves you then it definitely involves me!" Harry prodded Draco in the chest

"MY WHOLE LIFE DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU!"

The hallway was silent, almost deathly silent. He shouldn't have said it. Draco knew as soon as the last word left his mouth that he shouldn't have said it. Harry's breath caught in his throat and he took a defensive step back as though he had been hit. He stepped away at any attempts Draco made to touch him and quickly skirted around the corner, away from the body that was stood dominantly in front of him.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked

"To someone who appreciates me."

"What?" Harry strode into their room and grabbed his trunk.

"Don't you dare follow me." Harry stood in the fireplace with his trunk by his side. Draco reached out and grabbed one of Harry's arms in a strong bruising grip.

"Let. Go." Harry's eyes spat poisonous fire at the blonde. Draco hesitated but seconds later his fingers uncurled and his hand dropped just as his love was being carried away in a swirl of green flames.

Harry stumbled out of the fireplace in Grimmauld place with his trunk held tightly in one hand and his eyes clenched closed. The only people in the kitchen were Ron and Hermione who looked up when the fire had flared into life and instantly came to his help.

"Harry?" Hermione asked as she pulled him to his feet, "What's wrong? We thought you were going on the train with Draco?" She brushed him off as much as she could and sat him down at the table in between her and Ron.

"Yeah mate what happened?" The Weasley asked.

"We had a fight...or should I say a row." Harry murmured softly as he rested his head wearily in his hands.

"Oh Harry, what about?"

"Well this morning he told me that he had a meeting scheduled for today, he hadn't told me before even though he made the appointment ages ago. I used a wedding present from the twins to make his clothes flash the words, 'Just married' in neon colours in order to give me more time to convince him to stay at home. In the excitement of the day I forgot the counter-charm. He blew up at me. I blew up back."

"What's so bad about that though?" Ron asked in confusion.

"He told me that 'his world doesn't revolve around me'." Harry felt like bursting into tears but thankfully his emotions were kept in check.

"I still don't understand." Ron admitted.

"He's always said to me that I'm the only thing he needs in life. I mean without me he'd be dead wouldn't he?"

"Probably." Hermione agreed as she took the sobbing elf in her arms and cradled him.

"It was our first fight." Harry said with another frame wracking sob.

"But I doubt it'll be your last." Ron said as he patted Harry on the shoulder uncertainly.

"Don't worry Harry I'm sure Draco didn't mean to say that to you, he probably wasn't thinking. Why don't you and Ron go upstairs? You can stay here tonight and go to the Station with us in the morning."

"Yeah...Okay." Ron laid an arm across Harry's shoulders and led him slowly out of the room.

Once they disappeared from view Hermione grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill and quickly jotted down where Harry was and that he would be on the train in the morning, she then gave the letter to Pig to take to Draco.

"Ron?" Harry said wearily.

"Yeah mate?"

"You don't hate me for being with Draco do you?"

"Of course not."

"Do you think that I've rushed our relationship?"

"Well, in my personal opinion, I think that you have slightly. But if you know that this is right then I am not going to stop you in anything you do."

"Thanks." Harry said softly as he slid into the small pull out bed that Ron had just arranged for him.

"Ron?" Harry muttered once again a few seconds later.

"Yeah mate?" The redhead said back.

"Why didn't you approve of us when we first got together?"

"To be honest," Ron came to sit on the floor by Harry's head, "I didn't think he was good enough for you. I still don't actually. I think you're too beautiful and too damn smart to be with a Slytherin like him but you love him and I'm not going to stop that."

"Thanks Ron. You sound like you've really thought that through."

"I have."

"You're a great friend." Harry whispered as the day caught up with him and he fell asleep.

"I owled Draco to let him know where Harry is." Hermione said once Ron had re-entered the kitchen.

"Okay."

"I think we should go find someone to tell them where he is. You know what the order's like."

"Good idea."

Fortunately for them they never had to actually go anywhere because just as they were about to open the door and walked out the door was opened in their faces.

"Sorry Ron, Hermione." Mrs Weasley muttered as she bustled into the kitchen and began to pull out various pots and pans without a second glance to the two teenagers.

"Mum, Harry's here."

"Oh is he?" Mrs Weasley put down the large pan she had in her hand and turned to her youngest son, "I thought he was going to stay with the Malfoy boy until school starts."

"Well he was. They had a small fight."

"Oh dear."

"We're not too worried about it though, it's nothing major." Hermione said as she went to go help Mrs Weasley pick up a massive sack of Potatoes and dragged them onto the table top.

"Well that is good."

Back in Malfoy Manor Draco was pacing up and down his study. From bookcase to bookcase. He had cancelled the meeting that had got Harry so riled up with his apologies and a promise to re-schedule sometime during the school term. Now he was wondering, almost frantically, where Harry had disappeared to. He could have gone to Grimmauld place, or to a friend's house, Maybe Neville's? Or that Ravenclaw girl he always hung out with during last year. Even if Draco did try to narrow down the possibilities, would Harry want him to come looking for him? Would he want to be alone? He did take his trunk after all.

Draco pulled at the ends of his hair and sat down heavily in his chair. It was hopeless. The only thing he could do was wait for tomorrow and hope that Harry had shown up for the train. If he didn't show up then Draco was definitely going to worry.

It was at this moment when something small and feathery collided with his window. With a quizzical gaze he pulled open the window and picked up the tiny owl in one hand. Draco sat down before placing the owl on his desk and untied the small note attached to the owl's leg with a small leather strip. As he read the note he breathed a small sigh of relief. Although he hadn't had the chance to apologise to Harry he had found out that he was safe with people that would take care of him.

Later that day Harry was sat in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place surrounded by the whole Weasley clan with the exception of Bill and Charlie as well as a number of Order members such as Professor McGonagall, Remus, Tonks, Shacklebolt and others. Conversation was loud and opinionated around him but he just couldn't bring himself to care about the subjects being discussed. His mind was still in Malfoy Manor replaying that entire day through his mind. Maybe it was his fault. Draco wouldn't have reacted like he had if Harry had just allowed him to go to the meeting and not complained. These thoughts just seemed to bring up more questions then they answered. Did Draco want a Submissive partner that would say yes to everything and not complain? Did he want to have a relationship like his parents had, cold and distant? The problem, Harry thought, was the lack of communication they had been doing about what they wanted from this hasty marriage.

"Harry!" Hermione next to him exclaimed trying to get his attention.

"Sorry, just thinking."

"I guessed. Are you going to eat anything?"

"I don't feel very hungry, I'm just gonna go upstairs." Harry pushed his plate away.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a soft voice.

"No," Harry answered truthfully, "I need Draco."

"Why don't you go back to the Manor and talk to him."

"Hermione, I admit that what I did was wrong and unreasonable but for what he said...He deserves a bit more punishment. I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Okay," She murmured as she gave him a quick yet tight hug, "Go get some sleep or something. I'll make sure Ron is quite when he goes up."

"Thanks 'Mione."

"Young marriages." Remus sighed from beside her.

"This is natural isn't it? I've read about newly Weds but I've never really been sure."

"They'll be fine it's just because they've been taken from their own natural environment and from solitude in both their cases and started this new relationship with each other it's sometimes difficult to understand."

"No, no I understand." Remus nodded with a large smile and turned to Kingsley to bring him into a conversation about the new law that was in the process of being passed. Hermione sighed and picked up her fork.

Draco found himself in a similar situation that night. He found that the small dining room seemed almost empty without Harry's smiling and full personality filling up the space. Draco managed to eat half of the plate of food that had been placed in front of him by a House-Elf but the rest just seemed to not want to go down. He sighed and dropped his fork on the china plates with a clatter which echoed throughout the high ceilinged room. He rested his head in his arms for a minute, thumbs rubbing small circles on his temples. He needed a plan for tomorrow. What he would say to Harry, what he would give to him for compensation of his actions and words. Anything to get Harry back to his side loving him again.

With a new found urgency Draco pushed himself away from the table and strode out of the room with a determined look on his face. He pushed the door open to the library and headed straight for the book he knew would help him, 1000 Spells to Woo by Rowe Mance.

Harry stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom. He stared into his own eyes, he had never realised how green they were. Were they usually this green or was this colour the product of all the crying he had been doing. A lock of black and red hair fell in front of his face as he leaned forward to get a better view of himself. The Gryffindor picked the lock up and glared at it, did Draco only want him because he looked like a girl? They hadn't discussed sexuality before; Harry guessed that they both assumed that each other was gay. The fact was, he had never looked at another guy in the same way he looked at Draco and before this he had only been attracted to girls.

"Harry?" Hermione called from the other side of the door, "Are you in there? Can I come in?"

"Yeah, come in Hermione." The curly haired girl poked her head through the door before stepping slowly into the room and closing the door behind her. As soon as she was fully in the room Harry turned around to face her.

"Will you cut my hair?" He asked seriously.

"What? But Harry I thought you liked your hair." Harry thought for a moment about the female Gryffindors words before stating.

"Draco liked my hair."

"Then why don't you keep it long, I'm sure that he'll be terribly upset when he finds out you had it cut."

"It makes me look like a girl." Harry admitted ashamed of the way he looked.

"No it doesn't, it just makes you look slightly more androgynous."

"Let's pretend I know what that means." Harry sighed as he looked back at the mirror, "If you don't cut it I will and we know how much of a mess that will turn out."

"Okay, okay. I'll cut it for you but only if you tell Draco that it was all your idea and you made me do it."

"Promise."

Hermione took a deep breath before transfiguring a brush into a pair of scissors and forcing Harry to sit in an old chair that she had dragged to the middle of the room.

"So how do you want this?" Hermione asked with a small sigh.

A/N - Such a long wait and I'm sorry but I've had my GCSEs and I've just finished them so I'll be able to spend more time writing for you guys.

Hopefully, I'll have a beta soon so I'll be reposting everything once they've agreed lol.

I know it seems as though there's no plot at the moment (because there isn't one) but once Hogwarts starts then things will start to progress, I just needed a basis for Harrys and Dracos relationship before I did much else. This chapter is my apology for the lack of activity so far XD.

Hope you liked it

All my best

E.V.S.