A/N: I am sorry for the late update. I am having more problems with university and so I am struggling to keep my head above water in the pantomime that is my life.

Granger's Café

Pairing: Draco/Harry.

Disclaimer: Hermione decides that the drama in the wizarding world is growing too much. She decides to open up a café in the muggle world, so as to enjoy simplicity during the day. Little does she know that one of the applicants for a job there, will cause a whole new circle of drama for her. And how exactly will her little café benefit Harry and Draco's lives, and how will it banish the drama from both worlds they live in? You know what they say, about Granger's café; her food is like magic, that's what they say, because it keeps all your problems and troubles at bay.

Reviews: Okay I am not getting e-mail alerts for any of the reviews, faves and adds of my stories (I know that sounds extremely big-headed) and so any reply's may be severly delayed.

Thank you to Bee Bop for the information on Abnormal Psychology. I am going to use your advice/information that you gave me and work it into the story ^^ Hopefully I do you proud x

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Chapter Twenty-Seven:

Strange Behavior

Draco awoke before the alarm clock the next Monday morning. The weekend had been long and tiring and rather lonely. Harry had spent the weekend with Lily, taking her to some place called the cinema, and to the zoo. Harry had asked Draco repeatedly if he wanted to accompany him but Draco declined. He wondered why he did that, but he felt detached from Harry and yet at the same time, wanting to spend all his time with him. He felt as though the life was draining out of him. He had even taken up plenty of Harry's shift so that Harry could spend more time with his daughter. This is what Hermione had tried to convince Harry of. However Harry had not been convinced. He was sure Draco wanted to leave him, thereby taking up extra shifts and earning a decent sum of money. Draco had to admit, if even to himself, they were both right. He had not spoken to Harry in almost a week, nor Hermione. He had not even written to Scorpius which was, in itself, peculiar.

He knew Hermione was worried about him, as well as Harry. He had taken to cleaning the toilets regularly, making complaints of how 'if Hermione wanted toilets like all the other slums on the street then she was welcome to it on someone else's watch but not his!' Hermione had looked affronted but decided not to argue.

He had even taken to sleeping in his own apartment the first few nights as well. He did not want Harry to think that he was weird. He began to shower regularly. For almost no reason he just always felt irritable as though he had dust or glue slathered all over his skin. He had not been sleeping too well either. He was getting almost less and less sleep each night. He had a morning shift before the cafe opened. Then he would come upstairs, have a power nap for fifteen minutes, and then go back down to the kitchen for the first shift of cooking, before going up to have his own lunch of grapes, half a cheese sandwich and a glass of water, before returning downstairs to work the cash register for four hours straight. He would then take a ten minute break before attending to the toilets. He would scrub them until the bleach on the scrubbing brush irritated the skin at his nails. It stung, but he needed the toilets to be clean. Once the toilets were clean he would return to the kitchen and clean everything before the next cooking shift. By this time it was five o'clock in the evening, almost ready for the early evening rush of people stopping in after work. Hermione would see Draco hurry to the kitchen to put four different variations of coffee and tea on the boil for the upcoming customers. Though Hermione loved efficient workers, she was concerned about Draco. She decided to talk to Harry about it, and see if they had had an argument. Draco barely paid any attention to what was going on around him. The coffee needed to be made. That was all he needed to focus on.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Harry? Harry are you in there?"

Harry hastened to the door and yanked it open, a glittery grin on his face from where Lily's glitter pot had exploded all over the living room coffee table. Hermione gave him a stiff smile that did not reach her soft brown eyes. "Hey 'Mione, what's wrong?"

Hermione brushed past him into the living room and looked down at Lily with a smile, "hey Lily would you mind giving your father and I a moment alone, please?"

As Lily nodded happily, Harry braced himself for an onslaught. He knew that as soon as that bedroom door closed he was in for a hell or a seeing to. And he was right. He watched Hermione flick her wand. A silencing charm.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

Harry frowned, his ears already ringing from the screaming Hermione was doing. He rubbed his ear and winced. "Merlin, Hermione, what has gotten into you?"

Hermione was seething heavily, "Harry" she started in a deadly quiet voice, "Draco had been working himself to the bloody bone covering for you-"

"Covering for me?" Harry frowned, "Hermione I have not asked him to cover me once. There's something wrong with him though. He hasn't slept here in almost a week nor spoken to me"

"I am worried Harry. I think you need to take him to the doctors this evening. Please. He keeps cleaning everything and Mona says he is up all hours of the night, showering, watching imfomercials. It needs to stop, Harry"

"I'm not his father, Hermione. I care a great deal for him. But I do not think that right now he is going to want to see me"

Hermione glared up at Harry. "Harry! Listen to me. Tonight you are taking Draco to the doctor's and you are going to get him help! If anything get him to SLEEP! PLEASE! FOR HIS HEALTH!" Harry looked down and saw Hermione's eyes dancing with tears. He drew her to his chest and stroked her hair softly. She clung to his chest, "I d-don't want you t-to lose him Harry. He loves you. You love him. SHOW him! Please!"

Harry nodded against her chest, "alright, love, alright. I'll talk to him in a minute alright. Why don't you stay here and order in a pizza for yourself and Lily. My treat"

Hermione sniffled and wiped at her eyes and nodded. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She ran a hand through her hair, "goodness Harry, I'm sorry I yelled it's just -he has been like this for about a week. If he goes much longer he will collapse or die from either lack of food or exhaustion"

Harry bowed his head and shuddered. He thought with Voldemort long gone all his problems were over. He had clearly been wrong. He pinched the bridge of nose and sighed heavily. "I'll order the pizza and then go and take him to the doctors"

Hermione nodded, "here you can take Ron's car"

Harry accepted the keys gratefully. Ron had gotten a muggle car for casual drives in the countryside. Hermione had loved it when they had first started dating. Hermione had made him watch loads of muggle chick flicks. The next thing she knew, Ron was parked outside her house in a muggle car with a bouquet of roses. It was quite a change from the stomach-obsessed boy from Hogwarts. And Hermione loved it! They still had the car in case Hermione fancied a drive, or anyone of their close friends really. Harry pecked his friend on the cheek as she retrieved Lily from the bedroom. Lily was excited about the prospect of pizza. Harry was too but he knew going with Draco to the doctors clinic was a million more times important. He ordered the pizza and gave Hermione more than enough money for the pizza. He then grabbed his jean jacket from the hook in the hallway and left the apartment.

By the time he got down to the main cafe the lights were off, excepted for those in the kitchen, and there were no customers about. Harry eased one foot in front of the other, edging into the room. It was quiet. Too quiet. Harry frowned and cast a quick eye around the room. He saw no one. He retreated down the hall to the kitchen where the light was blaring out into the corridor. He peered around the door frame. He saw Draco scrubbing furiously at the kitchen sinks with wire wool. Harry frowned. "Draco?" he called out. The blonde did not seem to hear him. He edged into the room. "Draco why are you still down here? Hermione locked up about half an hour ago" The scrubbing of the wire wool on wet china made Harry wince. "Draco?" he tried more firmly, to no avail. "DRACO!"

The blonde whipped around, stunned. He clearly had not heard Harry come up behind him. Now that they were face-to-face for the first time in a week, Harry could see the damage Draco was doing to himself. His face was whiter than marble, and unshaven. I faint blonde fuzz was covering the lower half of his chin. The whites of his eyes were pink from lack of sleep. He had large purple bags under his eyes and his lips were white and cracked. A cold hand wrapped itself around Harry's heart. He shuddered and turned to close the kitchen door. He turned to look at the blonde who suddenly looked so small and meek, his left hand wrapped around his right elbow, like a small child. Harry could not be angry. Draco, however, knew he was in some serious trouble as reality rumbled beneath his skin like the oceans waves. "H-Harry I-"

Draco was cut off as Harry crossed the room and enveloped Draco in his arms. Draco had not realized how cold he had gotten recently until Harry's warm arms had encircled him. He shivered and relaxed his muscles awkwardly. "Oh Draco what am I going to do with you?" Harry breathed. Draco nuzzled Harry's neck inhaling his scent. Harry looked down at the blonde and brushed his greasy blonde fringe out of his eyes. "Draco -Hermione wants me to take you to the hospital"

"But I- I'm not sick" Draco protested without his usual vigor of fiery attitude. This, alone, worried Harry.

He stroked his thumbs over Draco's shoulders, "yes, darling, you are sick"

"No I -"

"Draco" Harry cut across the blonde in a firm voice, "at least let's go to the hospital to humor Hermione. Hm? Come on, this way you can get out and I'll run you a bath when we get back"

Draco shifted on his feet, "well I -its sounds nice but Harry -I need t-to finish c-cleaning"

Harry took Draco's cold hands in his own, "Draco if you go anywhere near a cleaning product you're going straight to the hospital and you'll be in serious trouble" Harry warned.

A fire was sparked in Draco's eyes. Harry did not know if he should be excited or scared. "Don't tell me what to do" Draco sneered. He jerked out of Harry's grip and made for the half-full sink, soap bubbling over the few glasses left inside.

Harry smiled vaguely and rolled his eyes, "Draco please-"

Draco whirled around his arms soapy up to the elbow, and his fingers clutching a glass, "No Harry! Stop! I'm fine there is nothing wrong with me!"

SMASH!

Harry jumped as Draco dropped to his knees. The glass had shattered in his palm. Harry hissed as glass embedded into his knees and punctured his flesh. Draco had started sobbing as he wiped the shards into a pile with his palms. That is when Harry noticed the thin strands of blood staining the newly washed kitchen tiles. "Draco did you -"

"Leave it alone Harry!" Draco snapped, making Harry flinch at his harsh tone.

Harry glared down at the blonde. The bloody was leaking from a gash across his palm. "Draco please you have cut yourself -let me take you to the doctors"

Draco sniffled and shook his head "n-no Harry. Look the f-floors all dirty h-have to clean it"

Harry placed a calm hand over Draco's own, shaking ones. "Draco please? It will not take too long and then we can come home, okay?"

Draco was shaking, and wiped his eyes and red cheeks with the back of his bleeding hand. He shivered and nodded, a small hiccough escaping his throat. "O-okay" Harry smiled and pressed a warm lingering kiss to Draco's forehead. He hummed softly. He had missed it. It felt so strange to do it again and yet he had missed it so much! "That f-feels so n-nice" Draco sniffled and rested his head in the crook of Harry's neck.

Harry rubbed his back and kissed the small exposed piece of neck he could reach. "Come on, go and get your coat on I'll clean up in here" Draco looked as though he was about to protest until a stern look from Harry sent him shuffling out of the kitchen, hanging his head in submission. Harry turned his attention to the glass shards. He grabbed the dust-pan and broom from under the sink and then swept up the remains and binned them. Dusting his knees off and zipping his coat up at the front, he went out into the hallway, clicking the kitchen light off as he went.

Draco was in the corridor, near the back entrance, winding a thick woven scarf around his neck with a white bobble hat on his head. Harry thought he looked so cute. He wound a scarf around his own neck and continued towards the back door. "We're going to take Hermione's car" Harry stated as they walked up the alley and turned a corner to where Hermione's car was parked. Draco frowned as Harry unlocked the car and opened the passenger seat for him. "What's wrong?"

Draco eyed the muggle invention wearily, "do you know how to -use it?"

Harry gave a small laugh, "yes don't worry I have my license its just Ginny hated driving. Don't worry -it'll be a smooth ride"

Draco drew in a deep breath and exhaled. He trusted Harry, he just did not trust the muggles. He followed Harry's example and slid into the seat and closed the door behind him. Harry reached over and pulled a belt over Draco's waist. "For safety" Harry confirmed with a warm smile. Draco relaxed a little and then jolted as the engine started. Harry chuckled, "don't worry it's just starting up -nothing's wrong, okay?" Draco nodded and soon, as they drove through the chilled streets of London, he relaxed. Harry even smiled to himself as Draco admired the bright lights of the traffic lights and the shop windows as they drove through. It was not long before they arrived in a tranquil area, with hardly any traffic and the florescent lights blaring out from the clinic's automatic doors. Harry pulled into a car park, and Draco pouted at the loss of beautiful scenery. "We're here" Harry stated robotically.

Draco nodded and climbed out of the car after Harry, biting his dry, chapped lips aggressively as the bitter wind hit him. He shivered, his teeth beginning to chatter. He glanced over his shoulder as Harry locked the car. Harry motioned for him to follow and so he obliged, walking towards the unearthly bright building. He recoiled slightly. "Are w-we going in t-there Harry?"

Harry nodded as he tugged on Draco's arm, moving him towards the entrance, "yes, this is where the doctor's work"

Draco frowned, "it's smaller than St. Mungo's"

Harry nodded, "St. Mungo's is a hospital, this is only a small doctors surgery for out-patients with not so severe circumstances"

Draco nodded and followed Harry into the warmth. Harry went up to a reception desk with a broad-faced woman perched behind it, reminding Draco of Umbridge, and waited awkwardly behind him. With a small grin Harry turned to him and guided him into a waiting area with straight-backed chairs with faded brown leather cushions on them. They sat down awkwardly. Draco fidgeted the cut in his hand stinging awfully. He sniffled, his nose cold and red. Harry took his other hand and rubbed it soothingly, making Draco relax a little more. Harry lent over "we should be called in soon, now I want to trust you to tell them the truth, anything that is bothering you, okay?" Draco glanced up at Harry. He knew Harry meant well but he didn't want to take medication. He was not crazy. He shifted awkwardly. He lent closer to Harry's warmth and hummed softly.

Harry brushed his cheek against Draco's greasy hair and winced. He was going to give the blonde a bath tonight and that was final. Hopefully Hermione would not mind taking Lily home with her. He glanced around at the other two patients who were lounging idly in the brown leather chairs. He sighed and licked his dry lips. "Harry"

"Yes love?"

"How much longer do we have to wait?"

Harry chuckled, "not long now I shouldn't think"

BEEP!

Harry and Draco both glanced up at the electronic board. 'DRACO MALFOY ROOM: 32 DR. MURPHY' Harry nudged Draco, "come on I can wait outside for you if you want"

As they walked up the small stuffy corridor, Draco tightened his grip on Harry's hand, "N-no I want you to c-come in with me" Harry smiled and nodded and entered the room before Draco.

Draco was stiff and nervous as he sat on the chair beside the desk. The plump doctor looked bored out of his mind as he typed some things into a computer screen. Harry sat behind the doctor, arms folded. Finally the doctor turned to Draco, "so what seems to be the problem?"

Draco averted his gaze to Harry. He looked frightened. His lips were parted and moving vaguely but no sounds came out. "I ..."

"He has not been eating well for over a week. He is up at all hours of the day and night, constantly cleaning and on the move. He does not stop to rest and he's constantly short-tempered and snaps at people" Draco looked at Harry with an unreadable expression. How had Harry known all of this? Why had he not said something sooner? "And he slipped and cut his hand this evening" Harry added nodding towards Draco's bloodied right hand.

The doctor nodded and typed some more things onto the computer screen. "Let me look at your hand" Draco hesitated before letting the doctor examine his hand. "Hm its not too deep for stitches, I'll get a nurse to bandage it up. As for the other problems I merely suggest sleep and general rest. Don't over exert yourself"

Draco wanted to smile as Harry glared at the back of the doctor's head. That was the advice? They had taken time out of their evening for that advice? Harry was livid. "Are you sure that is all?"

The doctor nodded and looked at Harry, "if the condition worsens then you can take him to the hospital for further assessment. You may want to book an appointment there anyway"

Harry nodded. It was the only logical thing the doctor had said all night. "Thank you I'll do that"

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Draco had fallen asleep on the slow drive home. Harry did not have the heart to wake him. He sent a text to Hermione briefing her on what happened and asked whether or not she could take Lily home. Hermione said that would be alright and that she would use the floo network in her office. She did not want to risk splinching the baby. The dark windows of the cafe loomed past them as Harry turned into the alley and parked near the back entrance. He killed the engine and looked down at Draco. The greasy blonde hair hung in grizzly strands about his eyes. The bags under his eyes looked awful. Harry bit on his lower lip. Maybe he could take advantage of the holidays he had not taken yet. He pondered this for a moment as he unbuckled his seat belt. He climbed out of the driver's seat and walked around. He opened the door and unlocked Draco's belt, before swinging the blonde's arm around his neck and gathered his thin legs in his other arm.

He pulled him out and cuddled him close, kicking the car door shut as he did so, clicking it locked with the keypad.

Draco's apartment was cold. The heating had not been on for ages. Harry frowned as he settled Draco down on the sofa. He tugged the throw off the back of the sofa and draped it over the blonde's cold body. He then went straight for the bathroom and flicked the light on. He began preparing a bath, dumping almost a whole bottle of radox bubble bath into the tub as the hot water gushed out of the tap. The warmth from the steam was enough to make Harry shiver. He left the bathroom and went all around the apartment turning the radiator's on. Soon warm air would pervade the chilly gloom that had resided within Draco's flat.

The smell of raspberry tea and bubble bath loomed through the living room. He stirred and felt something soft underneath his head. He frowned but did not want to open his eyes. He felt a hand brush his fringe away and the raspberry scent loomed nearer. He cracked an eye open. Harry smiled down at him. "Hey you" he breathed softly as Draco adjusted himself, "I made you some tea, and I'm running you a bath"

Draco looked at Harry with wide eyes, "you -you don't have to"

Harry pressed a kiss to Draco's forehead, "it's alright, sweetheart, just drink your tea and then I'll take you in. You're bath is ready but still quite hot"

Draco nodded and pushed himself into a sitting position. He accepted the mug and took a sip. The tea was amazing. It brightened up his pale features. He could feel it staining his chilled insides a rosy pink. It warmed him up immensely. Harry came back armed with Draco's fluffy dressing gown. Draco swallowed the last of the tea. "T-thank you Harry that's made me feel so much better"

Harry grinned and held out a hand for Draco to take, "come on love, time to get you all covered in soap"

Draco blushed, "shut up, Harry, you know you do not need an excuse to see me naked" Draco chuckled as Harry started to blush.

The bath looked enticing enough to dive into. Draco had to loop his arm around Harry's neck for support as his knees felt rather weak. Harry was undressing him, first his jeans were unfastened and shoved down to his ankles. He awkwardly stepped out of them. His shirt was unbuttoned and stroked off of his skin. He shivered. Harry pressed a small kiss to his neck and then brushed his lips over Draco's collarbone. Draco moaned and tilted his head backwards. He sighed softly as Harry's hands roamed over his thighs and his firm buttocks. He yelped, causing Harry to smirk, "you alright love?" Draco could only nod.

Harry scooped Draco into his arms and gently placed him in the warm water. Draco hissed as the warm water washed over his cool skin. Harry smiled and crouched down, slowly scooping handfuls of water onto Draco's exposed shoulders and cheeks. Draco smiled as a bubble floated through the air and landed on the end of his nose. He smiled and sank further into the water. Harry smiled. "Do you like that Draco?" Draco nodded serenly. "Do you feel better?" Draco nodded again. "Do you want anything else?"

Draco shrugged, "I w-wouldn't mind if y-you joined me"

Harry smiled and pressed a deep kiss to Draco's mouth, "alright love, I'll join you then we can stay here the night alright?"

Draco blushed and looked so cute amongst the hoard of bubbles. He watched Harry quickly shred out of his clothes, his smooth toned tanned skin glistening in the light. The bath was a little squashed but Draco did not mind as Harry slid into the water beside him, his strong arms wrapped around his own ones. The bubbles swilled around and floated around the air. It made Draco deliriously happy especially as warm kisses pressed all over his fair skin. This was the first time of the whole week he had felt relaxed and did not feel the burning buzz at the back of his head telling him to clean, clean, clean! It was also the first time all week that he had Harry all to himself. It felt amazing to have Harry to himself again, but due to the up-rise of Christmas shopping he doubted he would see his lover much in the coming weeks.

Don't think about that now, he warned himself, just relax and embrace your lover as long as you possibly can.

And Draco was soothed by the beating of Harry's heart. It soothed him for the remainder of the night, through the time when he slept and when Harry made breakfast for him the next morning. He loved how Harry doted on him. He snuggled into the goose-feather duvet. It was pure bliss. He did not want to think about when Harry would be snatched from him. He was merely cherishing the time he had left with his lover.

Before he was snatched away.