That night, Harry decided that they would be happier if they got a divorce, but he wasn't ready to act on his decision. He was an Auror and his instincts were telling him to gather more information before making a change that would permanently affect their lives. Thus when he woke up, he decided he would take a day off from work to spy on Draco to see just what Draco was up to during the day. It had to be something, otherwise why was Draco so tired when he came home?

Cissy arrived early that morning and was tending to Eiona, so Harry went off to work, with plans of asking for a day off in the near future.

Cissy assumed Draco was still asleep, so she flooed with her granddaughter to the Manor.

Draco was left on the third floor landing, where in a daze he'd fallen asleep the night before. He woke up with a headache from his head injury and dried tears crusted all over his face. It was his stomach that woke him, so he went first to the pantry to obtain the ingredients for a large pudding. Today he put apple slices into it and when he saw two left over slices of toast from Harry, he decided to add that as well. It needed something more, so he added a pinch of salt and garlic, before digging in.

After the hearty breakfast, Draco went to soak in the bath for a good long while. In the warm water, he tried to piece together just what had happened. He vaguely remembered Harry yelling at him, as well as being very hot and sitting on the balcony. Then there was pain and Harry was with him on the third floor landing. That was where he'd woken up, so he figured Harry must've left him there. Why would Harry leave him when he was in so much pain? Why was he even in pain in the first place?

Draco's hand went up to his injured head, feeling the tender spot. It was on the back of his head, on the right hand side, but what could've caused it? He knew Harry had been angry with him and had left him, but had Harry been mad enough to hurt him? Could Harry do that to him? If it had been an accident, surely Harry would've stayed to comfort him; the fact that he'd been left made Harry seem guilty. Would Harry do it again? And more importantly, would Harry ever hurt their daughter?

Draco didn't know the answers to these questions, but he was scared by them. He thought about going to his mother or his friends with his problem, but was too embarrassed. What he needed was someone neutral to examine his wound and tell him what happened. Harry was always saying he overreacted and he didn't want to go off accusing Harry when he didn't know for sure what had happened. Thus he decided to visit a healer and let a professional tell him what happened to his head. If a healer said he'd been beaten, then he'd report it to the Aurors and get Eiona away from Harry.

Healer Smith was family and Draco was too embarrassed to tell family, so seeing the wizard was out of the question. Instead Draco went to the Emergency ward at St. Mungo's and let a stranger look over him. He showed them the injury, relayed what little he could remember of the night, and let the medi-wizard decide.

"You hit your head. It seems fine, but the memory loss indicates otherwise. The diagnostic charms, however, rule out the possibility of a concussion. It's a bit of a mystery. I think you must've suffered from a very mild concussion; too mild for the spell to detect. It interfered with your memory, but you're fine now. I suggest you go home and take it easy for the next few days. If the headaches continue, come back and I'll run some more tests," the medi-wizard concluded.

It was getting late and Harry would be home soon, so Draco apparated to the Manor to retrieve Eiona. He knew Harry disliked when he wasn't home with Eiona when Harry got there and that Harry hated having to fetch their daughter. While he was there, Cissy asked what was wrong. He relayed what the medi-wizard said about hitting his head, memory loss, mild concussion, and that he was fine. She pursed her lips in concern, but let him go.

Draco took Eiona home. When he went into her room he found a colossal mess, far worse than it'd been the night before. He wondered why Harry hadn't cleaned it and had made it in the first place. It wasn't safe to let his daughter play in this mess, so he gathered up a few toys for her to play with in the drawing room. He was reading to her from a thick and heavy old book of children's stories when Harry came home. He stood up to greet his husband with the book still in hand, Eiona grasping onto his leg and saying, "Hi Daddy!"

"Why on Earth did you bring the mess in here? Isn't it bad enough you keep Eiona's room so filthy?" Harry asked, taking in the half dozen toys on the floor. One was a set of blocks, strewn in a large pile.

"I didn't…" Draco trailed off confused. Why was Harry accusing him of making the mess in Eiona's room? It was already there when he'd gotten home, so Harry must've made it the night before.

"Yes you did! What do you do all day besides make messes? You slept all evening yesterday, so you couldn't have been sleeping. Your mum watches Eiona. Why couldn't you just use that time to pick up after yourself?"

"I…" Draco's explanation got stuck in his throat at the sight of Harry's anger. Remembering his earlier thoughts that Harry might've hurt him last night, he instinctively raised his hands to clutch his head, the book slipping from his grip in the process.

The book fell on Eiona, who was still clinging to Draco's leg, hitting her in the face and hands, including her injured finger. She fell back and started screaming. Draco bent down to pick her up, an apology on his lips, but Harry swooped in, pushing him back, and grabbing the toddler. He took her to the other side of the room where he bounced her up and down, muttering, "Shush, Daddy's got you now," soothingly.

Once Eiona's crying stopped, Harry sat her down with the toys and turned to Draco.

"How could you be so careless?" Harry asked angrily. "You dropped a book on our baby!"

"I didn't…mmean to. I-it was an accident," Draco said, eyes darting around the room as his instincts screamed at him to run. What if Harry hurt him again and he woke up tomorrow on the floor? But Harry was between him and their daughter and he couldn't leave without her, so he was frozen in place.

"You never mean to do anything Draco!"

A huge sob left Draco's throat at Harry's furious tone. He couldn't stop the tears from coming and had trouble breathing through his tears, gasping for breath. He crumpled into a heap on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

"I'm going to the Weasleys. I don't care what you do," Harry said to his crying husband, before turning to his daughter. "Come here Eiona, we're going to see Grandmum Molly."

Eiona came and Harry scooped her up, taking her to the Weasleys to calm down. Molly asked what was wrong almost as soon as he was through the floo, but he said he didn't want to talk about it just yet. They had dinner and then he let Molly take Eiona, while he went upstairs with Ron to vent. Ron never had a high opinion of Draco and was quick to take Harry's side, assuring Harry that he wasn't overreacting and that Draco was being a git.

Draco stayed where he was and continued to cry, wondering why Harry was so mean and mad all the time. Kreacher hadn't remembered to cook dinner and without Harry there, no one even noticed, Draco too upset to remember to eat. He had only eaten pudding that day and without food in his stomach, his thoughts became muddled. He eventually stopped crying, staring off in a fog there on the drawing room floor.

Draco was still sitting in the drawing room staring off into space when Harry came home. He put Eiona to bed and then prepared for bed himself. Draco hadn't moved when he looked in on his husband before bed and he began to feel bad. He'd left Draco to sleep on the floor the night before and didn't want to do the same tonight, especially because this time Draco was quiet. Thus he decided to take mercy on his husband and put Draco to bed.

"Get up and come to bed," Harry said, approaching Draco, but Draco didn't respond.

Harry huffed and pulled on Draco's arm, only to have his husband flinch away from him. "Come on," he said, bending down, wrapping an arm under Draco's armpits, and pulling upwards. "Get up you great lump."

Draco stood slowly and let Harry lead him to their room. He sat on the bed when Harry pushed down on his shoulders. Harry pushed him backwards and he lay on the bed. Harry turned off the light and crawled in the bed exhausted and ready to go to sleep, only to have Draco crawl out of the bed. Harry assumed he had to use the loo and waited impatiently for him to return to their bed. But he never came back and when Harry spelled the lights back on, he was asleep sitting up against the wall. He hadn't needed to use the loo; he just didn't want to sleep with Harry.

Harry went to sleep feeling hurt that night. Didn't Draco love him anymore? Was Draco as miserable in their marriage as he was? Maybe it'd be best if he asked for a divorce, since Draco wouldn't even sleep in the same bed with him.

That night Harry began to wonder if Draco was sneaking around on him with someone else. It would explain why Draco couldn't stand to be near him and wouldn't sleep in the same bed with him. It would also explain why Draco was so tired all of the time, even though he never did anything as far as he could tell. And maybe it just might explain why Draco never wanted to have as much sex as he did, if Draco was getting it from someone else.

Harry couldn't wait for his day off tomorrow so that he could spy on his husband. Robards didn't typically grant days off with such short notice, but another Auror had switched with him. It meant he'd given up one of his vacation days, but it was worth it.

Author's Note: Cissy is going to give Harry a piece of her mind tomorrow and Harry is going to spy on Draco.

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