Draco felt as though he’d been dumped head first into an icy plunge pool. A chill spread through every inch of his body and a tight knot formed in his sternum which somehow managed to make him feel sick and unable to breath at the same time.

How? How could he have possibly been so drunk that he couldn’t recognise his own ex- husband? What was Harry even doing at a muggle club, didn’t he have Leggy-Blonde?

Draco was utterly shell-shocked as he slid out of the bed and stood in the middle of his old bedroom wondering whether he should run away now or stay and face the consequences. He always left after a one-night stand. But then, his one-night stands weren’t Harry. If he left now, he could be at work before Harry woke up and Harry would just assume that his random shag just disappeared. Maybe he wouldn’t even remember bringing anyone home at all. How drunk had Harry been anyway? Draco wasn’t sure.

On the other hand, if he stayed, there’s no way he could put their talk off any longer. That could be a good thing. He could get it all of his chest and then he’d be ready to move. He was still waiting to hear back from the jobs he’d applied for, but he was totally ready to go as soon as the case was closed.

No. He realised that would be a stupid idea. He hadn’t had a dose since before he went out the night before and he’d never make it through a conversation like that without one. He couldn’t quite bring himself to move though. He used to love watching Harry sleep, like he sometimes watched Teddy now. Harry was a strong and independent person when he was awake, but when he slept there was a kind of vulnerability about him that reminded Draco that Harry wasn’t a perfect hero, he was just a man like Draco.

Harry’s hair was a knotted mess all over the pillow and Draco desperately wanted to run his fingers through it once more. He daren’t though, since he knew how much of a light sleeper Harry was. Harry was pouting in his sleep and his eyelashes were fluttering as he dreamed and if Draco wasn’t absolutely terrified of his current situation, he’d think it was the most adorable sight in the world.

He decided it would be best for him to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible, so he turned tails as quietly as possible and tiptoed his way back through the house, collecting his abandoned clothes on his way. In a twisted way, it was good that this had once been his own house because it wasn’t quite so awkward making it all the way to the stairs before finding his discarded underwear.

By the time he’d made it to the open plan kitchen-living room, all Draco’s idea of course, he’d managed to collect his scattered belongings. He was looking around for his wand, which he must’ve dropped somewhere along the way, when a lone picture frame caught his eye. He walked over to the side table next to the sofa he had been adamant was worth the small fortune it cost and picked up a silver-guilt frame he’d never seen before. He turned the photo around and gasped when he realised that it was a photo of him he’d never known had been taken.

It was taken not long after his small stint in Azkaban. He could tell because he looked painfully thin; his cheeks sunken and his skin almost translucent, even his hair was dull and dry.

You’d never know that from the photo though. He watched as his sullen expression dissipated as Harry ran up behind him and attacked him around the waist. His miserable faraway look melted into a broad grin and he turned his head to the side to see Harry’s chin hook over his shoulder. They grinned like maniacs at each other and then the loop reset.

He turned, his shirt still clutched in his hand and found Harry standing there with his wand pointing right at Draco’s naked chest. Draco dropped the photo which smashed and scatter glass everywhere, a shard of which bounced off the floor and wedged itself in Draco’s forearm as he tried to catch the frame before it hit the floor.

‘Shit!’ He hissed as he felt a sharp pain and bloody began running down his arm.

‘What the hell are you doing here?’ Harry barked at him. He was wearing nothing but his underwear, he had total bed hair and Draco was finding it very difficult to take him seriously, even though he knew Harry could destroy him in the blink of an eye.

‘Surprise?’ Draco said weakly. He finally spotted his wand; hidden in plain sight on the kitchen counter. He walked past Harry and picked it up. He knew a decent amount of healing charms, so he began to levitate fragments of glass from his arm.

He jumped when Harry gripped his wrist and took his wand out of his hand. He was about to panic when Harry said, ‘Here. Let me. You’re shaking.’ He held onto Draco’s hand to steady his arm and took over what Draco had started. ‘I take it it was you I managed to bring home last night.’ He said, not looking up from Draco’s arm. ‘Did we…?’ He trailed off awkwardly. Draco wasn’t sure why Harry was quite so bashful, it wasn’t as if they hadn’t slept together before. Yes, it wasn’t the wisest decision Draco had ever made, but he’d rather have had a one-night stand with Harry than a stranger. Judging by the familiar ache Draco had, and the fact he’d beenpletely starkers when he woke up, there was no question in his mind what they’d done.

‘Um, yes, I’m fairly confident we did,’ he said. Harry’s awkwardness rubbing off on him. That was a highly unfortunate choice of words considering the circumstances. ‘About that—’ He began.

‘No, I’m glad it was you.’ Harry said like that wasn’t a big deal. Draco’s heart stuttered, and his brain frantically tried to figure out whether he should ask him why. ‘I didn’t really want to take anyone home, I don’t make a habit of sleeping with strangers.’ Oh. So he was just glad Draco had stopped him from potentially catching some muggle disease.

‘I see.’ Draco said. He winced as Harry took out the largest and most painful shard of glass.

‘Sorry. That must hurt.’ Harry was sympathetic, and it made Draco’s insides squeeze horribly.

‘It’s fine.’ He didn’t want Harry to worry about him for no reason, even though it really did hurt a lot. Draco watched as Harry healed his wound and cast a tergeo on the blood that was already drying. Draco remembered a time when he wouldn’t let Harry anywhere near his left arm for fear he’d remind him about his mark and run off. How the times had changed.

‘Good as new.’ Harry said with a smile. An awkward silence descended as they both seemed to realise the situation they were in.

‘This might well be the most awkward thing that’s ever happened to me.’ Draco admitted. Harry finally let go and wandered over to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Most likely just for something to do. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.’ Draco said. They’de to a tentative truce the day before and Draco didn’t want it to be ruined. Harry sighed deeply, and his shoulders slumped as he leant against the bench.

‘Draco. Please. Just stop apologising.’ Harry said tiredly.

‘I don’t know what else to do.’ He fidgeted nervously. He didn’t know if he should sit down or not, but then he watched as Harry pulled two mugs out of the cupboard and he realised he wanted him to stay.

‘Apparently.’ Harry said angrily. Draco was getting really sick and tired of Harry’s temper.

‘Look. Harry. I’m not going to sit here while you throw shade at me andplain. If we’re going to talk then fine, but I can’t do it right now. I need to get home and—’

‘And take one of your FUCKING POTIONS.’ Harry yelled. He slammed the second mug down on the counter so hard it cracked straight up the middle. Draco flinched.

‘Harry I—’

‘Stay there.’ He said sternly and walked out of the room. Draco’s heart rate picked up and his fingers started twitching. He felt like an eleven-year-old boy in detention with Hagrid all over again.

Draco was just about to go running after Harry when he returned. He marched right up to the counter Draco was standing next to and put a vial of yellow potion down in the middle with a bit too much force. The contents splashed up against the seal and Draco watched anxiously as the surface rippled as the level settled.

Harry had already turned away and gone back to making tea. Draco realised that Harry remembered Draco didn’t drink coffee first thing in the morning because it gave him a caffeine crash too early in the day.

Harry turned back and set both mugs on the counter before motioning to the potion.

‘Take it.’ He said coldly.

‘Where did you get this?’ Draco asked him lowly.

‘I took it. From your flat. That day you weren’t well.’ Harry said nonchalantly as if it didn’t matter at all.

‘You stole from me.’ Draco said flatly. He was furious. Did Harry have any idea how many days he’d set Draco back because he’d been a dose short.

‘I didn’t steal. I borrowed.’

‘Oh!’ Draco forced a hideously cold laugh. ‘Is that what you did? And I suppose all those criminals you put behind bars were just borrowing those illegal potions ingredients and just borrowing ancient magical artefacts, were they? Oh right, you’ve been Mister Hot-Shot Head Auror for so long you probably don’t remember such lowly people. Especially since the rules, such as GETTING A WARRANT, don’t apply to you!’ Draco had never been so angry in his life. He’d spent an entire weekend not eating or sleeping or showering because he’d had an attack and didn’t have the right amount of potion. Yes, his new batch was ready a day later but by then he’d relapsed.

‘What the hell is your problem? Every time I try and find out what’s going on with you, you start attacking me like I’m some sort of social pariah!’ Harry yelled at him. Oh shit. Draco hadn’t meant to set him off, he always ran his mouth and then couldn’t handle the consequences.

‘Harry, please, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. It’s just, that’s not fair. You can’t walk into my flat and take my stuff and think that’s ok.’ Draco would discuss this like the adults they were, not the children they behaved like.

‘If you weren’t lying to me and hiding things from me, maybe I wouldn’t have to resort to desperate measures.’ Harry growled. Anxiety crept up Draco’s spine and sat heavily on his shoulders.

‘That’s not fair I—’ Draco cut himself off. He didn’t even know what to say. It was true, he’d lied to Harry for a long time, but that didn’t justify Harry thinking Draco owed him an explanation.

‘Take it.’ Harry said, gesturing to the potion once again. ‘Go on.’

Draco’s mind was fogging again. He didn’t like to be put on the spot. He slid onto one of the stools at the breakfast counter before it became obvious he was crumbling again. He wouldn’t be weak, he wouldn’t. He was a grown man, he would not be reduced to a snivelling child just because someone shouted at him.

‘No.’ He said quietly, forcing his breathing to remain steady.

‘So it is drugs. You’re disgusting. Do you have any idea how disgraceful it is to be on this stuff when you’re looking after our son?! How dare you? Where did you even get this stuff? If I’ve brought you in on an officia

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