The next morning, Harry woke up next to Draco, who was up already, laying on his back and staring at the bottom of the top bunk bed, which was Harry's. Now that Draco's shirtless, Harry could see all the scars on his chest and abdomen, which were bigger than those on his face.
"Good morning," Harry said in his morning voice, snapping Draco out of his deep thought.
"Good morning," Draco smiled at him and kissed his forehead.
"When'd you get up?" Harry asked.
"I couldn't sleep."
They stayed in bed for a little longer before it was time to head down for breakfast.
"Draco, dear, don't forget to drink your potion." Mrs. Weasley served him his potion alongside his breakfast.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the twins had their breakfast together.
"When will Remus be up?" Harry asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh, dear boy, he already left." She said.
"Where to?"
"I'm not sure, but he had breakfast with me and Arthur earlier."
Before Harry could ask further questions, mail arrived. Hermione squealed and jumped to rush to the window. Draco gave Harry an amused look.
"What?" He whispered.
Draco leaned closer to Harry, so no one could hear him whisper: "Anthony Goldstein."
Harry raised his eyebrows. Hermione did not tell him of Anthony Goldstein. Why would she keep it from him?
"Alright!" Said Ron, as he stuffed the last spoonful of eggs into his mouth, and pushed his plate to gesture he's done eating. "Quidditch time! You joining?" He turned to Draco.
"No!" Mrs. Weasley said sternly, "he needs to recover."
"I'm afraid Mrs. Weasley's right." Draco said, with a little sad smile.
"Harry?" Ron turned to Harry.
"Uh-" Harry opened his mouth, but before any words could come out. Draco interjected.
"You should." He said, "it'll help take your mind off things."
"I guess." Harry hesitantly agreed. He wanted to spend more time with Draco.
And so, Harry and Ron hit the shed to get brooms and were flying in no time. They mostly passed a quaffle around while in the air.
"How are you holding up?" Ron asked, as he passed the quaffle to Harry.
Harry shrugged: "I don't know."
"That's okay." Ron said, and received the quaffle back.
There isn't much Harry and Ron could talk about. They weren't that close. Maybe in a different universe.
"Can I ask you a question?" Ron broke the silence again.
"What's up?"
"Hermione," Ron started, and passed the quaffle, "what's her deal?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know," Ron started saying, as he received the quaffle back, "is she seeing someone?"
"Oh," Harry let out. Is Ron interested in Hermione? "Umm, I don't know." Harry simply said, "we haven't talked proper since… you know."
"Yeah," Ron sighed, "forget I asked."
Harry did.
Afterwards, he found Hermione and Draco in his and Draco's room.
"Perfect timing!" Draco said, "Hermione's about to read to us her love letters."
Hermione glared at him. "I'm not."
"From Anthony Goldstein?"
"You already told him?" Hermione hit Draco with one of the pillows.
"So what's the deal with you two?" Harry asked, climbing his own bed and dangling his head down.
"I don't know…" Hermione blushed, before adding, "we've been corresponding."
"They're in looove," Draco said before making smooching noises, which made Harry chuckle and earned him another pillow from Hermione.
"No, we're not!" Hermione said, "it's nothing serious yet."
"Do you like him?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," she said, blushing again.
They talked about boys for a little longer, before that conversation died out.
"How are you holding up?" Hermione asked him.
"Why does everybody keep asking me this question?" Harry protested.
"Because we're worried about you." Draco said.
"I'm fine!" He said. Draco and Hermione exchanged looks. "I am!" He insisted.
"Okay, okay." Hermione said, "if you say so."
"I do."
The day went by, and for the first time since Sirius's death, Harry did not spend it in his bed. But he wasn't fine. Not yet. At night, as he lied in bed and stared at the ceiling, a wave of sadness, grief, and a little bit of guilt washed over him. Before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face, and he might've not been as quiet as he thought, because Draco got out of his bed and climbed into Harry's. He wrapped his arms around him, hugged him, and Harry cried into his bare scarred chest.