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Returning to Sanity	By : AchillesTheGeek Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 31212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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43. Returning from Near at Hand
Draco spent Tuesday on tenterhooks; he was worried Harry might wake up at any time, so he Flooed backwards and forwards between the Manor and Grimmauld Place. The fourth time he arrived in Grimmauld Place, Flitwick had taken him by the arm – only possible because the tiny Professor was using his levitating charm – and told him not to be so stupid.
"There are plenty of willing hands here, Mr Malfoy. There really is no need for you to be here as well; we all understand that you want to be with Harry, and frankly I'd rather you were there giving him all of your concentration than here being distracted with only half your mind on your work."
The words assuaging some of his guilt, he returned to the Manor, where Narcissa pounced on him.
"Dragon," she told him, "if you're worried about Harry waking up and want to be there when it happens, I suggest you simply stay in your suite."
Draco knew well the tone of voice she was using; 'if you're worried about Harry' really meant, 'you had jolly well better be worried about Harry'. And, of course, he was; so, to her great relief, he followed this advice. Healer Touauld came in to check up on Harry just after lunchtime and suggested that he would probably need some pepper-up and nutrition potions when he woke up, so Draco divided his time between his library and his potions lab for most of the rest of the day. By five o'clock, he decided he had brewed enough for the foreseeable future, and sat on his bed next to his unconscious fiancé, reading the annotations Snape had made in what was now Harry's copy of Advanced Potions Making and carding his fingers through Harry's hair.
At dinnertime, there was a knock on his door. Harry stirred at the sound, so Draco put a bookmark in his book and pulled him into his arms.
"Come in!" he called, and his mother entered. She took in the scene and smiled as she saw Harry's head nestled on Draco's chest while he was rubbing Harry's back soothingly. Her dragon was obviously taking good care of Harry.
"Any news?" she asked.
"He's hardly stirred," Draco replied. "He twitched a little when you knocked, but mostly he's been out of it entirely."
"How are you feeling about that?" she asked, sounding just a little contrite that she had sent him to a day of boredom.
"Oh, well, I'd rather he was awake, of course. It's nice to cuddle him, but I just miss the feeling of him returning it. But Healer Touauld assures me that his healing is going well, which is the most important thing. And I've been brewing all day, which helped to pass the time."
Mentioning passing the time reminded him that it must be close to dinnertime, so he asked whether they would be dining together.
"Your father is rather busy tonight, so I thought rather than a formal meal in the dining room, how would it be if we had a small mother-and-son dinner together here? That way, if Harry does stir you'll be right on the spot for him."
Draco smiled. "I'd like that," he replied.

Dinner was pleasant; he told his mother about Grimmauld Place, she told him about Andromeda and Teddy, who had spent the day at the Manor. The baby had spent most of the time he was awake playing in the gardens. They had found that Teddy loved practising his crawling on the lawns, and looking after him gave the house-elves something to do while she and Andromeda drank tea and chatted.
When his mother left his suite at ten, Harry had still not woken up. Eventually, at about eleven o'clock, Draco had finally given up hope that he would do so that day, and cuddled up to him. He placed his forehead on Harry's; it gave him the feeling of togetherness that he craved.
And then, it happened.

It was like falling through a long, dark, tunnel; and then suddenly he emerged into a well-lit meadow. The sun was shining brightly and would have been too hot but for the light, cool, breeze. He looked around and soon spotted what he was looking for: under an old oak tree, Harry was lying, apparently fast asleep.
As Draco walked over to him, Harry woke, turned, and propped himself up on one elbow. He looked into Draco's eyes, his face blank, the green eyes glassy. And then, all of a sudden, a flicker of recognition came into the eyes Draco loved so much, and Harry smiled. It felt to Draco like someone had cast the strongest Lumos ever; the brightness of Harry's smile lifted his heart so much that he almost ran – only almost, of course, because Malfoys never run – to his lover and fell to his knees as Harry sat up, and they embraced.
Some time later – time here seemed to flow differently, it was impossible to quantify – they broke apart. Draco looked his lover over.
"You look different," he said.
"How so?" Harry asked.
"I don't know. Stronger, somehow. Like all the weakness has gone out of you."
"I think that's probably just what has happened," Harry replied, and told him about the darkness, and the words, and the sword, and the red and silver lights. As he talked, Draco held him in his arms, enjoying the feeling of Harry's muscles responding to the touch as he gently massaged them and felt the tension leaving them.
"Still that red light!" Draco said. "I wonder if we will ever find out what it means."
"Yeah, I wonder," Harry replied, then yawned.
"You're tired!" Draco said, concern etched in his voice.
"Mm," Harry agreed. "I'll be fine. Just need to rest here a little longer. I'll see you tomorrow, I should think."
And with that, the raven-head fell asleep.
Draco blinked. And found himself back in his bed, looking into the face of his sleeping lover. He smiled.
"See you tomorrow, Harry," he said, and snuggled close

Wednesday 17 June 1998
As he came slowly back to consciousness, Draco felt warm and comfortable. There was an odd little breeze tickling his chin; when he opened his eyes, it became apparent what it was. He found there were green eyes staring into his; and Harry's breath was ghosting down his neck.
"Good morning," Harry said languidly, leaning in for a kiss. It was apparent that the Gryffindor had been awake for a little while; at least long enough to cast breath-freshening charms, Draco thought, for which he was rather thankful.
Draco made the most of the opportunity he had not had for days, finally having Harry awake and all to himself; the two of them lay together in their bed, sharing kisses and shy smiles, stroking one another, each enjoying the feeling of reacquainting himself with the other's body. A little while later it became clear to Draco that while Harry's breath might be acceptable, the rest of him could really do with a wash.
"Let's get you into the bath," he suggested. Then a thought struck him. Harry, he could tell, was rested; but he could feel his muscles twitching, and they still felt rather weak. "Can you walk?"
Harry considered this for a moment, for which Draco was glad; he could so easily have done the stubborn Gryffindor thing and said "of course", after all. But he didn't.
"I'm not sure that I can yet," Harry admitted.
Draco smiled at him, a warm, open smile full of gratitude. He knew from years of watching him that Harry had his own mask: for him to admit pain or weakness was quite something. It showed the blond just how thoroughly he had won his lover's trust, and he savoured it, treasuring the thought away in his heart.
Draco got out of bed and ran the bath, taking care to add some gentle invigorating potion. When it was full, and at the perfect temperature, he walked back into the bedroom, over to Harry's side of the bed, and carefully stripped off his raven-haired lover, then lifted him, casting a Lightening charm to make sure he didn't drop him. To his absolute delight, Harry did not complain; in fact, he put his arms around Draco and smiled.
"Thank you for taking care of me," Harry said, in a small voice.
If he had felt trusted before, it was nothing to now, and Draco almost dropped him at this point in shock that Harry would be so open with him. It had been clear to both of them that the words in the blackness had been Harry's memory of the utter neglect of his aunt and uncle, and their hatred for him. And those bastards had taught him that he had to look after himself; no-one else was going to. Well, they were wrong. Draco was caring for him, and Harry was grateful for it, and Draco never wanted that to change.
"I always will," Draco promised, as he lowered his lover into the bath gently.

It took nearly an hour to bathe and dress Harry and get him back into bed. He was still very tired, and kept falling asleep; and he also seemed to need a lot of contact and reassurance. Having heard about the fight Harry had had with his inner demons, Draco understood the tiredness, and didn't mind it much; and he loved the touching and cuddling. So he shushed Harry when the latter tried to apologise; he didn't begrudge a minute of the process.
Mappy was overjoyed to bring them food; once again, Draco asked him not to tell anyone except Healer Touauld that Harry was awake. This time, he felt, there was an even stronger reason: Harry had been away longer, and it seemed to have taken a lot more out of him. An impression that the elderly healer was quick to confirm.
"He will not need any more deep healings," she said, as she reviewed the results of her diagnostic spell while Draco hugged Harry closely. He seemed to need it; the brief time they were apart while she had taken the test, just to make sure the Shield didn't form and muck things up, had clearly distressed him somewhat. "But he needs a lot of rest, and, it seems, a lot of physical contact from you."
"We can do that," Draco said with a smirk, as Harry snuggled into him and fell fast asleep.
The healer looked at him, a slight smile on her face. "Enjoy it while it lasts. This looks like healing from past trauma, would that be accurate?"
Draco snorted. "Indeed."
"Very well," the healer replied. "In that case, I would say in a couple of days he'll be back to normal. Before that, make sure he takes it easy. Visits are fine, but apart from you, not more than ten minutes at a time. He can have Pepper-Up potions if he wants them, and pain-killers every four hours if needed. Do you have some to hand?"
"Yes," Draco replied. "I spent most of yesterday brewing fresh ones."
"Very good," the healer replied, impressed with his devotion. "I doubt he will need them, though. Nor, I think, will he need any further help from me; so I think I shall bid you farewell. It was lovely to make your acquaintance, Mr Malfoy; tell Mr Potter I shall check up on him again before the end of the month. And of course do not hesitate to get in touch if there are any further problems. I shall let your mother know the situation and give her my Floo address."
And with that, she left.

Healer Touauld turned out to be spot on. For the rest of Wednesday, and all of Thursday, Harry slept a good deal; they had plenty of visitors, but Draco was careful to explain the ten-minute rule and stick to it.
Narcissa was their first visitor, bringing the mail that Harry particularly needed to review; thanks to Draco's screening process, this wasn't a large pile, and she had already used a discreet charm to identify 'get well soon' cards, which she had opened for them. Harry skimmed them all and then Narcissa placed them on the wall opposite so that he could see them from the bed and remember that there were so many people who cared about him. She didn't tell him about the howlers that she had already incendioed, or the hate mail; he didn't need to know that there were people out there who still felt that male-male relationships were evil, or that in having anything to do with the Malfoys he had sold his soul to the devil.
There was one letter that particularly caught Harry's eye; unlike the rest, it had Muggle stamps on it. He could only think of one person who would send him post through the Muggle mail system. He opened it and checked from the signature that it was indeed from his cousin Dudley.
To begin with, Harry was a little apprehensive; their meeting on Saturday had gone very well, but there was still a long and unpleasant history between them. What did Dudley want? But as he read the letter, his face relaxed, and when he finished it, he was smiling. The two Malfoys naturally noticed this and he could feel they were both itching with a curiosity to know what the letter was about, though too polite to mention it. He decided to put them out of their misery.
"It's a letter from Dudley," he said, passing the letter to Draco.

Harry, Draco read, I was so glad when you agreed to see me on Saturday. I'm so sorry I was a pig to you, you deserve so much better than what we gave you. I know I told you that, but I wanted to write it down as well, to let you know I really mean it and I really do want to be your friend now and make things up to you any way I can.
Say hello to my new cousin Draco for me. I'm glad I met him. You two looked so happy together. I know Vernon and Petunia would hit the roof 'cos you're both guys, but he makes you happy, that's enough for me. And anyway, it won't matter after next Tuesday, right? Is that Mr Weasley guy still working on a name-change?
Thanks for everything. Please say a special thanks to Mr and Mrs Malfoy for having me at their house.
Dudley.

Draco was a little puzzled.
"Well, that's really sweet," he said. "Sounds more like a fourteen-year-old than a nearly eighteen-year-old. But I don't really see why it made you smile?"
"Oh, it's not so much what he said," Harry replied, "as that he bothered to write at all. He could just ignore me, that's what they would have done before; or he could just have let things happen and expect me to do everything for him. But he's grateful, Draco, that's what's exciting."
And Draco could see that. For someone who had despised him to suddenly show gratitude: that was a big thing for Harry. And, he decided, looking at the clock, enough for the moment.
"All right," he said, "but I'm afraid ten minutes are up."
"I quite understand, Dragon," Narcissa said, gathering up the other mail and placing it on a side table and taking her leave. "I'll have Mappy tell you if there are other visitors."
And of course there were: Molly Weasley came half an hour later, and the twins called separately during the day, each explaining that the other was minding the shop while they visited. Draco's friends were also represented: Blaise and Pansy called at afternoon tea time, explaining to Draco quietly as they left that the work at Grimmauld Place was all but finished and would definitely be ready by Friday morning.
There was one exception to the ten-minute rule: on Thursday morning, Andromeda brought Teddy Lupin for a visit, and when they had been there ten minutes, and Harry started to fade, Teddy simply crawled over and snuggled up with him. The pair of them slept together for an hour.
Narcissa and Andy took advantage of Teddy's nap to take tea together in Narcissa's study. Draco was grateful for the chance to leave Harry; he hadn't wanted to leave him alone as he seemed to need a lot of contact, but it was obvious that Teddy was meeting that need for now. He sat in his study, and for the second week in a row had his weekly chat with Arthur Weasley by Floo-call.
The Deputy Minister said that he didn't mind at all as he quite understood the situation and was very happy to hear about Harry's healing. Of course, Draco mused, he must have heard from Molly; but he was gracious enough not to point that out, and that meant a lot to the blond. The conversation naturally moved from Harry's healing to the meeting on Saturday, and Arthur confirmed that the paperwork for Dudley's name change was now complete. Draco was relieved to hear this; he had, in truth, all but forgotten about it even though Dudley had mentioned it; Arthur must have realised this from his expression as he told him not to worry, it wasn't up to Draco to make these things happen.
Arthur also told him that the Wizengamot had allowed Rita Skeeter to register her animagus form, and only imposed a fine on her; but of course the real punishment was that now everybody knew about it, which made it much less useful; it was much harder to sneak up on people when every beetle was now examined suspiciously. As a result, she hadn't had a by-line all week, and Arthur shared his suspicion that she wouldn't get one any time soon.
'I think Cuffe has taken the opportunity to bust her back to junior reporter," Arthur said. Draco could not find it in himself to feel sorry for her.
There had also been an email from Ron and Hermione; together with Hermione's parents, Peter and Margaret Granger, and her baby sister Miriam, they had now left Australia and would be spending a couple of days in Singapore to holiday and break the journey; the Grangers had felt Miriam would be better with a staggered journey.
By the time his call had finished, Harry was awake again. Draco returned to see him watching Teddy, who was still fast asleep. Draco climbed onto the bed and the two of them moulded themselves around the baby.
Harry did not fail to notice unshed tears in Draco's eyes.
"You all right, Dragon?" he asked, with such tenderness that Draco couldn't stop the tears escaping.
"Fine," he replied eventually, when he had got his voice under control. "It's just, I was talking to Arthur; Ron sent an email saying they were sorry to miss the engagement party, but happy that we were engaged and hoping we were doing OK. Especially that I was, given the healing you're going through. He said he was really looking forward to see us both on the weekend. I was just so touched, Harry, that your best friend would be concerned for me."
"Hey, Dragon," Harry replied, kissing him on the forehead. "That's what friends do."

Friday 19 June 1998
It was immediately obvious when Harry woke on the Friday that he was much better. In fact, he leapt out of bed and into the en-suite by himself before Draco was fully aware that the day had begun.
Draco walked into en-suite to find Harry already in the shower, so he stripped off and joined him.
"Hello Dragon!" Harry said happily; "why the pout?"
For Draco, far from having a happy face to see his fiancé up and about, which Harry had half-expected, was indeed pouting.
"Malfoys don't pout," he insisted.
"No, of course not," Harry said, playing along. "So what is the explanation for the smile that isn't on your face?"
"I guess I miss you needing my help," Draco replied honestly. "I miss you needing me to wash you."
Harry placed flannel and soap into his lover's hands before wrapping his arms around him.
"Well, now you don't have to do it, I would be happy to let you do it just because you want to."
"You, my love, are far too much of a Slytherin," Draco replied, as he washed Harry. "You're too good at getting me to do all the work."
"You love it," Harry replied, teasingly.

For the first time that week, the whole family ate breakfast outside, and Harry got to see his garden again. As always, it buoyed his spirits. He remembered that the last time he had eaten here was when Dudley had been to see him; and that prompted a question:
"Lucius," he asked, and the older man turned to him with an enquiring smile on his face, "how are the preparations for getting Dudley free from my aunt and uncle going?"
"I had a chat with the Bursar of Smeltings Academy yesterday," the Malfoy patriarch replied. "He confirmed that, come Tuesday, Dudley can elect that his parents no longer be contacted at all by the school; as long as the fees are paid, there will be no problem. I have also consulted a solicitor and set up a trust fund with enough money to fund the rest of Dudley's secondary schooling. We thought we'd wait and see which University he goes to, if any, before buying him a flat nearby. Is that all right?"
"That's fantastic, thanks," Harry replied. Narcissa smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice; it was lovely to see how well they worked together. Of course, this was exactly the sort of thing Lucius loved doing, but she was very glad that Harry was happy to let him do it.
"I guess if necessary," Harry continued, "he can stay at Grimmauld—" Harry stopped in mid sentence, and his face fell.
"What's wrong love?" Draco asked.
"Grimmauld Place," Harry replied, "I wanted to get it ready for Ron and Hermione's return on Saturday …"
"Don't worry," Draco said with a smirk. "We can go over this evening and see what's needed, all right? Meanwhile, how about we spend this afternoon out and about? We could visit the twins' shop."
Harry's eyes lit up. "Yes, I'd like that," he replied.
Narcissa kept her smile to herself. She rather suspected there was somewhere else in Diagon Alley that Harry wanted to visit; she had read the Prophet article about a dozen ice-creams …

Floriana Fortescue was overjoyed to see Harry again.
"It is good to see you have not been kidnapped, or wounded, or tortured, Mr Potter. Indeed you look very well!"
"Thank you," Harry replied. "I feel fantastic. I had been ill, and resting; but now I'm all recovered. Is that what people have been saying about me?"
"Yes," she replied, looking a little apprehensively at Draco. "I think you should be a little careful, there are the rumours, people may be feeling a bit … unsettled."
Almost on cue, the first insult rang out.
"Death Eater scum!" a deep voice yelled out, as its owner was running towards them. Harry noticed a few others were taking an interest almost immediately. This could turn nasty, he thought.
"OI!" he shouted in reply. "That's my fiancé you're talking about!"
The man stopped in his tracks, his mouth open in astonishment.
"Here," said Harry impishly, gesturing to Floriana for a chocolate ice-cream cone, "let's close that mouth for you, you don't want to catch flies."
And quick as a wink, he shot the cone into the man's mouth. The rude man was so stunned that he failed to react at all, then jumped and snorted as the unexpected cold of the ice-cream hit him. The prank had exactly the effect Harry wanted: it was so comical a moment that everyone laughed, and the tension eased palpably.
"Well done, Mr Potter," Floriana whispered to him. "But I think maybe you should hide a little, just to be safe."
Much though he didn't want to do it, Harry could see that it was a good idea, so they quickly, but not too obviously so, sought the shelter of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

The twins were overjoyed to see them; Neville, they said, would be sad to have missed him, but he was working at Hogwarts. He and Blaise had now finished the greenhouses, apparently, and Neville had started propagating so many plants that Professor Sprout had run out of containers and they'd had to find more.
Fred took his silent partner for a walk around the shop, pointing out a couple of new lines. There were some items particularly for parties: hats and whistles, charmed so that the whistle made a bird-call, and the hat formed itself into the matching shape of the bird making its call. There were also some more serious items: the Bouncy Chairs had been such a hit that they had tried to come up with lines to complement them. They now had one which was much more controlled, and moulded to you as you sat in it; they had a lot of orders from older wizards and witches, who found they were excellent support for old bones. Fred had plans to expand this into a general line of less prankish products for the older wizard.
"You're not losing your mastery of mirth touch are you, Fred?" Harry teased.
"Oh, I don't think so," Fred replied. "In fact, we've found another line of – well, mirth isn't quite the word. Come and see these," he said, leading Harry into a closed-off section of the shop. Half an hour later, having become very well acquainted with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes' new adult range of products, Harry had a burning red face and a fierce determination never to taunt Fred again.
As they joined George and Draco, Harry yawned. Draco took one look at him, noticed the bags under his eyes, and sighed. Harry might feel a lot better; but clearly he still needed to take things slowly for a while.
"You, Harry, need a nap."
"No I don—" Harry began, but the yawn that followed gave the lie to the denial.
"Come on, Harry, you can kip on my bed," Fred offered, and took him upstairs.
Draco smiled to see Harry go. He had needed some diversion to avoid getting to Grimmauld Place too early; this was perfect.

By the time Harry woke, the twins had closed up for the day, so they had a light meal together. It was seven o'clock by the time they Flooed to Grimmauld Place. Harry was getting anxious as he wanted to have a good look around in daylight; it was fortunate, he told himself, that it was still June and there was plenty left.
But all of these thoughts were forgotten when he came through the Floo. The first thing he saw when he emerged into the drawing room was a huge banner strung up on the opposite wall, saying WELCOME BACK HARRY! The second thing he sensed – heard, more than saw, with the racket they were making - was the whole gang waiting for him. Most of their friends were there, both his and Draco's. He was particularly touched to see that the Slytherins were there, all wearing the Weasleys' silly hats. Professor Flitwick and Headmistress McGonagall were there too, together with some students from other years who Harry knew well. McGonagall, to Harry's amazement, was also wearing a hat. She had chosen a puffin, which did amazing dives when she blew her whistle. Harry doubled up in laughter at the sight: she had even charmed it so that the underside of its wings was tartan, obviously poking fun at herself.
The only people he would have wanted to be there who weren't were, of course, Ron and Hermione; and the twins, but they came through the Floo immediately after Draco.
A moment later, the room went quiet, as everyone realised he was there.
"Right you lot," George began, "let's not overwhelm Harry too much; / but mate, we wanted you to know how much you are loved, -"
"And were missed!" Flitwick interjected.
"—and were missed," Fred agreed; "so we've actually done a little bit of work for you. / Hope you don't mind."
With that, they grabbed him and led him on a tour through the house. Harry's eyes nearly fell out of his head as he found that 'a little bit of work' was the understatement of the year - everything was finished to a very high standard. Flitwick's influence was obvious – the charmwork throughout was outstanding. The ceilings had been charmed to show the constellations above them, as a nod to the Black family habit of using astronomical terms as names. Each room had been decorated in a different colour, with the furnishings all co-ordinated; even the different woods used were chosen with exquisite care to match the colour scheme.
Harry sat for a while in one of the new chesterfields in the library, which now had beautiful deep green walls with contrasting beech panelling, drinking it all in. Draco snuggled up to him, and Harry happily leant into his arms, still needing touch.
"Do you like it?" Draco asked, and there was no disguising the hint of nervousness in his voice.
"It's beautiful," Harry replied. "I love it. All of it."

The evening seemed to go by in a flash. Everyone seemed to want to touch him, perhaps to reassure themselves that he really was there; and everyone said how well he looked, which was nice, but got a bit wearisome after a while. The only conversation he could remember in detail later was when Neville pulled him into a quiet corner, and asked for a favour; one Harry was delighted to agree to.
Two hours later, after a splendid party, where Pansy and Ginny seemed to have taken particular delight in trashing the drawing room, Draco had decided Harry had had enough excitement for a convalescent and sent everyone home, pointing out that most of them would see Harry at the Welcome Home party for Ron and Hermione. Harry was grateful; it was lovely to see everyone, but he was very tired now, and happy to lie on a sofa in front of his lover, who was absentmindedly running his hands through Harry's hair.
"Do you want to sleep here, or return to the Manor?" Draco asked.
"Here would be good," Harry said. "As long as your mother won't worry."
"We're grown men, Harry, of course she won't," Draco replied. But a little while later, he called Kreacher.
"Now the young master calls Kreacher when there's a mess to clean," the elf muttered as he appeared, but Draco ignored him.
"Kreacher, please go and tell Mother that we will be staying here tonight. And then," he said, looking round and pretending he'd only just noticed the mess the room was in, "you'd better clean up, I suppose."
"Very good Master Draco!" Kreacher said. He might have muttered more, but Draco fixed him with a steely gaze, and he held his tongue.
"Thank you, Kreacher," Harry said. "Is our room ready?"
"Young masters think Kreacher not be keeping room ready. Young masters not trusting Kreacher to do a good job," the house-elf muttered to himself.
"Stuff and nonsense," Draco said, a little too loudly, and Kreacher looked up startled. "You always do a good job, Kreacher. We just need to know if you're happy with it, that's all."
Harry had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud: Kreacher actually blushed at this praise!
"Yes, Master Harry, your room be quite ready," he said, quite obviously not knowing how to reply to Draco, so electing not to bother; then bowed. "Kreacher be giving your message to Mistress Cissy now." And with that, with the inevitable pop, he disapparated.
"You've got his number," Harry said, with a grin.
"Of course," Draco replied. "Some of us were brought up with house-elves, after all. Shall we go to bed?"
Once Kreacher had delivered his message, Narcissa insisted on him taking some of the potions back with him, together with some rather sugary treats for her boys; which is how it was that they were fast asleep by the time he returned, Draco lying wrapped in his lover's arms with a huge grin on his face.
Harry was back, really back; and Draco's dreams were filled with joy at the knowledge.

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