Draco came out of the shower, soaking wet, and a towel around his waist.
'Harry? What the!'
Turning bright red, Harry spun around and stared at the other wall humming.
"Um.. came to say.. uh.. Hi." Harry shifted. "So, what have you been doing lately?" Harry's eyes stayed determinedly on the wall, drifting to the left occasionally.
Draco walked into the bedroom, pulled on a few clothes, towelled his hair, put on some gel and combed it. Finally walking out, he replied 'Not much, looking after Mother and stuff. How about you?'
Biting his lip, not knowing what to say, Harry shifted his gaze downwards. Nothing much. Finally looking up, "Thinking about you mostly.
"So... how have you been sleeping lately?" Eternally shifting this way and that, Harry hoped he was being subtle...
'Subtle,' said Draco sarcastically. His voice then softened. 'Been sleeping crap, actually, why do you ask?'
Harry suddenly perked up. "Alone?... Uh... I mean." Suddenly, it seemed as if Draco was the most uninteresting thing in the world, as Harry glanced around the room looking for something to cling on to.
"Um... Yeah.. Have you been taking medication?"
'No, but I'm addicted to painkillers...'
Draco walked into the living room, and said idly 'Sit down.'
After a pause, he almost whispered 'Yes, alone.'
Harry frowned as he followed Draco to the living room. "I told you to stop taking those a year ago. I thought you had."
Looking at Draco, he remarked, "I'll go and get rid of those painkillers first. Now that you mentioned it, you do look like hell." Biting his lip, he caught Draco's sleeve and took his hand and brought it to his lips. "I missed you."
He walked quickly around the house in search of the devil painkillers, and proceeding in his purge.
Draco made some coffee whilst Harry got rid of his painkillers. He wanted to get up and argye, but he was just so tired. Sipping coffee, he waited for the caffeine to react and tried not to fall asleep.
When Harry returned, he gave him an evil look.
Harry grinned. He was surprised Draco didn't protest, but he wasn't about to argue against that. He drew closer and kissed Draco again, a light brushing of lips. He wanted to be back to where they were in the beginning. To the safety they had in the beginning.
Harry sighed, then grabbed Draco's coffee and downed it in one gulp.
Draco pulled Harry towards him again, thankful for the silence. He buried his head in Harry's chest, and hugged him tight.
Surprised at Draco's reaction (he was expecting more on the lines of: AH! CAFFEINE! GIVE IT BACK!) Harry pushed back to look at Draco. If he could. But Draco was hugging him too tight. Sighing, Harry relaxed into the embrace and pulled him closer. "Draco? What's wrong?"
'One: I have no more caffeine.
Two: I hate you.
Three: I missed you.
Four: You're a bitch.'
"Uh... ok? We could always get more coffee... and I will never leave you. Never again. But... the other two? I'm, I'm not a bitch!" Harry protested. He didn't want to think about the second point. He didn't want to go back to that again.