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Crisis Room
Chapter Number/Total: 40/49
Chapter Title: Crisis Room
Beta(s): Daine_Murphy, Mearowen, TheBostonDyke, Kyrana, Nomeci
Words: 2620 Words
Harry was still clutching his stomach and the Apparation did not help him.
Several medical staff rushed to take Draco from Remus when they saw the bloody body in his arms. Remus began explaining to them that he was cut, had suffered blood loss, and probably extended time under the Cruciatus Curse.
Harry didn't say anything to the Healers. He was afraid to. He needed Draco.
"Harry, what does it feel like?" Hermione asked.
"It's not right," Harry said. "Stabbing pains. It's not right."
Remus returned a few minutes later. "Harry, they are working on him now," he explained. "How are you? Are you injured?"
"Take me to him," Harry said, not answering Lupin's other questions. One hand was still pressed to his stomach.
Remus frowned, looking toward Hermione and Ron in case they had anything to tell him. "Harry, if you are injured, you should see a Healer," Remus said.
"Take me to Draco now, please," Harry said more insistently.
Hermione and Ron said nothing to Lupin, though Hermione looked like she wanted to, but she kept her mouth shut.
"Okay, Harry," Remus said, taking his arm and leading him. They found the room where Healers were working on Draco and stood just inside the door, watching.
"He isn't waking up," a Mediwitch complained.
"He didn’t respond to Ennervate," a Mediwizard told her. "We have a potion that could help with the blood loss but he can't seem to swallow."
"Was his throat damaged?" the Mediwitch asked.
"Probably," Remus said from the doorway. The Healers looked in their direction then. "He was under Cruciatus, so he may have damaged his throat screaming."
Harry moved into the room. "Draco, wake up," he tried, voice shaking only slightly. He ignored the strange looks the Healers gave him.
Draco gasped and the Healer's turned back to their patient. "He's semi-conscious. Give me the Throat-Healing Potion first," the Mediwitch told one of the assistants who brought the vial. She pressed it to Draco's lips and he groaned and coughed when she poured it into his mouth, massaging his throat to make him swallow.
Harry watched, scared, and hoping and praying that Draco would be able to heal quickly. Not only because he wanted Draco to be okay, but also because now that he and Draco were fairly safe, all he could think about were the pains that seemed to be lessening, but were still there all the same. He needed Draco to tell him what was wrong with him.
Draco groaned in pain again, but this time it was louder. "Good," said the Mediwitch. "Now the potion for the blood loss." She was handed the potion and tried to get Draco to take it but he was thrashing his head.
"Harry?" he groaned. "Where's Harry?”
"I'm here, Draco," Harry said, moving into Draco's sight. "I'm here. Just take the potion, love, please."
Draco let them give him the potion, grimacing as he swallowed. Someone had cast a Cleaning Charm on him. The Mediwizard was examining the wound area. "There were several very cuts but they are healing well," he said. "One had hit an artery."
"His temperature is too low," the Mediwitch said. "His hands are as cold as ice."
"What time is it?" Harry asked, looking down at Draco worriedly.
"He's passed out again," the Mediwtich said. "There has to be something we missed. Could it be the effect of the Cruciatus?"
Remus stepped up beside Harry. "What is it Harry?"
"It's the binding," Harry said. "He needs me." His hand was still pressed to his stomach. It was the worst time for this to happen.
"Excuse me," Remus said to the nearest Healer. "We may know the problem."
"What?" the man snapped, clearly unhappy with being interrupted while his patient was in crisis.
"I can't really go into detail right now," Remus said. "But I believe you need to leave your patient with his husband. They have a magical binding that may be affecting him."
"What does that mean?" The Mediwizard scowled.
"I have to have sex with him," Harry snapped, not at all in the mood to be embarrassed or argued with. He was still terrified and wanted Draco awake now.
The Mediwitch looked up at that as her male colleague looked about to argue. "Oh!" she said. "Yes, you two have been in here before." She looked around at the other Healers. "Clear the room, now," she ordered. Within five minutes she had the other Healers, even the annoyed Mediwizard, out of the room. She looked kindly at Harry. "I will be outside if you need anything," she said.
Remus nodded. "Me too." And followed her.
Harry began pulling off his clothes quickly, his belly was not really hurting anymore, but throbbing in the way your toe might after it's been few minutes since you stubbed it. Once naked, he slid onto the exam table with Draco and pulled him close, kissing his lips. "Merlin, thank Merlin," he whispered, running hands over Draco skin, but there was no time. He performed the Lube Spell and was preparing Draco in the next few seconds.
Draco felt Harry's touch, his warmth and magic tingling. He tried to respond but his body wasn't cooperating.
Harry had turned Draco over and entered him gently now, feeling odd to have the terrifying pains in his stomach and the pleasurable feel of Draco surrounding him all at once. His breathing was shallow as he thrust forward.
Harry's magic began to flow into him and Draco groaned, the feelings of pain and pleasure mingling. "Harry," he gasped.
"Draco," Harry answered quietly, thrusting quicker now to get it over with. He'd never wanted to have sex less in his life. He was surprised his cock was able to keep hard, Binding Promise or not.
"Yes, Harry," Draco answered, "yours." He could feel Harry's cock inside him and his hands on his skin. Warmth flowed from the contact and he wanted it. He shuddered and thrust back against Harry.
Harry closed his eyes, holding Draco's hips and rocking his own. Wanting to get it over with only seemed to be making it last longer, although Draco's voice, returned to how it was supposed to be, albeit a little hoarse, was helping him along.
"Harry," Draco gasped, "I feel you. You found me." Draco was confused. He didn't know where they were or what had really happened. All he knew was that he was with Harry. Harry was inside him. Pain had quickly turned to pleasure now and he was moaning with every thrust.
Harry gasped and laid a hand on Draco's back, feeling his skin warming beneath his fingers. "Yes," he groaned, both answering Draco and from pleasure.
"Yes, love," Draco responded to both Harry's voice and touch. "You feel so good inside me," he said, reaching his hand back to touch Harry.
Harry was panting now. Thrusting and panting. "Please," he whispered, moaning a second after. It felt good, but the pressure wasn't building up fast enough for him. He opened his eyes and stared down at Draco's body, and the way it rocked with Harry's movements.
Draco looked back over his shoulder at Harry, wanting to see his eyes. He smiled at him. "Yes, husband, fill me," he said breathlessly, rocking back into Harry.
Harry looked into Draco's eyes and then he was suddenly coming with a hoarse shout, gripping Draco's one hip with the hand that still rested there and pressing nails gently into his back with his other hand. He felt relief in this orgasm more than anything.
Draco felt his husband's orgasm in his body and then the magic that burst over and through him. He shuddered with it, one hand reaching back to hold Harry's hip. "Yes!" he cried out.
Harry slumped forward a bit, panting, head dropping as he waited to be able to ask Draco what he desperately needed to. His eyes filled with tears again as he thought about what Draco might tell him and the look Draco might have if that were the case.
"Harry?" Draco asked. "We are in the hospital, right?"
Harry nodded, but then remembered that Draco probably couldn't see him. "Yes", he said voice thick as his tears threatened to fall.
Draco loved the feel of Harry pressed against him but he needed more. "Harry," the blond said, "I want to see you."
Harry took a shuddering breath and pulled out of Draco gently. He crawled up the bed and closed his eyes, falling beside Draco on his back.
Draco rolled so he was facing Harry, looking at his face as he reached out an arm to pull him against his own body. "Talk to me," he whispered.
"What's wrong?" Harry half gasped, half whispered. "There's something wrong with the baby. What is it?" He couldn't open his eyes. Couldn't.
Draco closed his eyes, sliding his hand over Harry's chest and down to his abdomen. "Somebody cast Cruciatas on you," he said with anger in his voice. "And ... that's interesting," his voice changing to curious.
"What?" Harry asked quickly, his eyes opening finally. Draco didn't sound upset.
"I never knew anyone could do that," Draco said with awe in his voice. "There's some kind of Shielding Spell around the baby."
Harry let out a sigh filled with such utter relief it almost sounded like a groan. "It's okay?" he asked, looking at Draco's face.
Draco looked up at him, smiling. "You put a Protection Spell around the baby that pushed the Dark magic away from it," he said. "How did you do that?"
"I didn't even know I did," Harry said, wrapping arms around Draco's neck and pulling him down. "I was so scared," he whispered.
"Well, you did," Draco said. "It's kind of like a regular Shield Spell, only it used your magic to repel the hex." He smiled and held Harry again. "It's okay, love," he reassured him. "I'm alive, you're alive and so is the baby."
Harry clutched Draco to him and groaned with relief again. "You're okay?" he asked, just wanting to hear the words again.
"Yes," Draco said, leaning over to kiss him.
Harry kissed him back. His lips, his cheeks, his eyelids. And then suddenly, he pulled back and was looking at Draco angrily.
Draco felt the shift in Harry's magic. He braced himself, waiting for it.
"What the bloody hell did you tell Ron? Why the hell did he do that?" Harry furrowed his brow, his forehead wrinkled
Green fire. It always took Draco's breath away. "Nothing I didn't tell you," he answered.
"Did you tell him to bloody run with me?" Harry asked, still angry. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Is this the place for this discussion, Harry?" Draco asked calmly.
"And where would you prefer we have it?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"At home," Draco said, looking around the crisis room. "Do I have clothes?"
Harry was still looking angry but he sat up. "You didn’t come here in any." And then after a pause, "What happened? Or is that a discussion for home as well?"
"Be as mad as you want," Draco said, "but get me out of here. We know it isn’t secure."
Harry nodded seriously at that, standing up from the bed. "Do you think they'll argue to keep you here?" he asked, pulling his boxers and trousers back on.
"Depends on what happened to me," Draco said. "I remember Crucio. Not much else."
Harry winced and anger flared through him. "You were cut on your leg too, but I didn't see anything else."
"Did Ron and Hermione get out?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded. "They're here. Waiting outside."
"Take me home, Harry," Draco said with a sigh. He laid back on the table.
Harry pulled the rest of his clothes on and walked over to the door, opening it a crack. He could see that the Healers and Lupin were still there, now joined by Ron and Hermione.
Hermione turned and looked at him and then rushed forward. "Is he okay?" she asked quickly.
"He's fine," Harry said with a sigh.
Remus looked relieved. "Tonks and Shacklebolt need to talk with you as soon as they can," he said.
Harry sighed again, a slight huff this time. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Draco. "Tonks and Kingsley want to talk to me," he told him.
"Harry, take me home," Draco said again.
"Does it have to be tonight?" Harry asked Lupin. "Can't they come over to the Manor tomorrow?"
"I will let them know," Remus said. "You take care of Draco. I have to go help Tonks."
Harry nodded, thankful. "Can I take him straight home?" he asked the Healers, simply being polite because he was taking Draco home no matter what they said.
The Mediwitch looked surprised. "He nearly died, Mr. Potter. Usually we keep patients that severely injured for several days."
Harry's breath hitched at her words but he shook his head. "He's okay. I'm taking him home. It isn't safe here. The last time he needed to stay over night, we both nearly died. I think it's appropriate for me to feel how I do and I think he and I would both agree that he would rather take his chances in the safety of our own home."
She frowned but nodded. "You may take your husband home when you are ready," she said quietly.
"I'm ready now," Harry told her. "Remus, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Guys, meet me at home, yeah?" he asked Ron and Hermione.
They nodded, both still looking a little shaken.
Harry took a few steps backward and closed the door again, turning to Draco. "We can leave now," he said. "They're letting us go."
Draco sighed, sliding off the table and standing next to Harry. He felt a bit weak but nothing drastic. "Where's my wand?" he asked.
Harry frowned. "I have no idea actually," he said, trying to think back to if he had seen it.
Draco shivered. He was normally very comfortable nude, but right now he didn't feel good at all. "Take me home, please," he whispered.
"Should we just Apparate from here?" Harry asked, picking his coat up from the floor and wrapping it around Draco.
Draco nodded, drawing the coat around himself and pressing his body against Harry's.
Harry wrapped arms around Draco and closed his eyes. He didn't Apparate them directly to their bedroom, only because he wanted to make sure that Ron and Hermione had made it back okay.
They were both there and turned their heads to Harry and Draco when they arrived.
"You both all right?" Harry asked them.
"We're okay for right now," said Hermione. Ron merely nodded.
Leakey appeared beside them. "Master Draco, Master Harry." He bowed.
"Get my dressing gown," Draco said to the elf, who disappeared to do as he was asked.
"Are you... okay?" asked Hermione, her eyes lingering on his stomach.
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry said, laying a hand across his abdomen. "Draco said we're both okay." He rubbed his hand across his belly. He still felt odd doing this, but there was something strangely normal about it as well.
Hermione looked relieved and hugged Harry.
Leakey popped back in and held out the dressing gown to Draco. The blond took Harry's coat and handed it to the elf and then put the robe on. "Bring us tea in the sitting room," he told the elf, and then looked toward the others.
Harry rubbed Hermione's back as he hugged her. "Let's go get some tea, yeah?" he asked her quietly.
She nodded against his chest and the four of them made their way to the room, Harry sticking very close to Draco's side, nearly pressed against him.
Chapter Title: Crisis Room
Beta(s): Daine_Murphy, Mearowen, TheBostonDyke, Kyrana, Nomeci
Words: 2620 Words
Harry was still clutching his stomach and the Apparation did not help him.
Several medical staff rushed to take Draco from Remus when they saw the bloody body in his arms. Remus began explaining to them that he was cut, had suffered blood loss, and probably extended time under the Cruciatus Curse.
Harry didn't say anything to the Healers. He was afraid to. He needed Draco.
"Harry, what does it feel like?" Hermione asked.
"It's not right," Harry said. "Stabbing pains. It's not right."
Remus returned a few minutes later. "Harry, they are working on him now," he explained. "How are you? Are you injured?"
"Take me to him," Harry said, not answering Lupin's other questions. One hand was still pressed to his stomach.
Remus frowned, looking toward Hermione and Ron in case they had anything to tell him. "Harry, if you are injured, you should see a Healer," Remus said.
"Take me to Draco now, please," Harry said more insistently.
Hermione and Ron said nothing to Lupin, though Hermione looked like she wanted to, but she kept her mouth shut.
"Okay, Harry," Remus said, taking his arm and leading him. They found the room where Healers were working on Draco and stood just inside the door, watching.
"He isn't waking up," a Mediwitch complained.
"He didn’t respond to Ennervate," a Mediwizard told her. "We have a potion that could help with the blood loss but he can't seem to swallow."
"Was his throat damaged?" the Mediwitch asked.
"Probably," Remus said from the doorway. The Healers looked in their direction then. "He was under Cruciatus, so he may have damaged his throat screaming."
Harry moved into the room. "Draco, wake up," he tried, voice shaking only slightly. He ignored the strange looks the Healers gave him.
Draco gasped and the Healer's turned back to their patient. "He's semi-conscious. Give me the Throat-Healing Potion first," the Mediwitch told one of the assistants who brought the vial. She pressed it to Draco's lips and he groaned and coughed when she poured it into his mouth, massaging his throat to make him swallow.
Harry watched, scared, and hoping and praying that Draco would be able to heal quickly. Not only because he wanted Draco to be okay, but also because now that he and Draco were fairly safe, all he could think about were the pains that seemed to be lessening, but were still there all the same. He needed Draco to tell him what was wrong with him.
Draco groaned in pain again, but this time it was louder. "Good," said the Mediwitch. "Now the potion for the blood loss." She was handed the potion and tried to get Draco to take it but he was thrashing his head.
"Harry?" he groaned. "Where's Harry?”
"I'm here, Draco," Harry said, moving into Draco's sight. "I'm here. Just take the potion, love, please."
Draco let them give him the potion, grimacing as he swallowed. Someone had cast a Cleaning Charm on him. The Mediwizard was examining the wound area. "There were several very cuts but they are healing well," he said. "One had hit an artery."
"His temperature is too low," the Mediwitch said. "His hands are as cold as ice."
"What time is it?" Harry asked, looking down at Draco worriedly.
"He's passed out again," the Mediwtich said. "There has to be something we missed. Could it be the effect of the Cruciatus?"
Remus stepped up beside Harry. "What is it Harry?"
"It's the binding," Harry said. "He needs me." His hand was still pressed to his stomach. It was the worst time for this to happen.
"Excuse me," Remus said to the nearest Healer. "We may know the problem."
"What?" the man snapped, clearly unhappy with being interrupted while his patient was in crisis.
"I can't really go into detail right now," Remus said. "But I believe you need to leave your patient with his husband. They have a magical binding that may be affecting him."
"What does that mean?" The Mediwizard scowled.
"I have to have sex with him," Harry snapped, not at all in the mood to be embarrassed or argued with. He was still terrified and wanted Draco awake now.
The Mediwitch looked up at that as her male colleague looked about to argue. "Oh!" she said. "Yes, you two have been in here before." She looked around at the other Healers. "Clear the room, now," she ordered. Within five minutes she had the other Healers, even the annoyed Mediwizard, out of the room. She looked kindly at Harry. "I will be outside if you need anything," she said.
Remus nodded. "Me too." And followed her.
Harry began pulling off his clothes quickly, his belly was not really hurting anymore, but throbbing in the way your toe might after it's been few minutes since you stubbed it. Once naked, he slid onto the exam table with Draco and pulled him close, kissing his lips. "Merlin, thank Merlin," he whispered, running hands over Draco skin, but there was no time. He performed the Lube Spell and was preparing Draco in the next few seconds.
Draco felt Harry's touch, his warmth and magic tingling. He tried to respond but his body wasn't cooperating.
Harry had turned Draco over and entered him gently now, feeling odd to have the terrifying pains in his stomach and the pleasurable feel of Draco surrounding him all at once. His breathing was shallow as he thrust forward.
Harry's magic began to flow into him and Draco groaned, the feelings of pain and pleasure mingling. "Harry," he gasped.
"Draco," Harry answered quietly, thrusting quicker now to get it over with. He'd never wanted to have sex less in his life. He was surprised his cock was able to keep hard, Binding Promise or not.
"Yes, Harry," Draco answered, "yours." He could feel Harry's cock inside him and his hands on his skin. Warmth flowed from the contact and he wanted it. He shuddered and thrust back against Harry.
Harry closed his eyes, holding Draco's hips and rocking his own. Wanting to get it over with only seemed to be making it last longer, although Draco's voice, returned to how it was supposed to be, albeit a little hoarse, was helping him along.
"Harry," Draco gasped, "I feel you. You found me." Draco was confused. He didn't know where they were or what had really happened. All he knew was that he was with Harry. Harry was inside him. Pain had quickly turned to pleasure now and he was moaning with every thrust.
Harry gasped and laid a hand on Draco's back, feeling his skin warming beneath his fingers. "Yes," he groaned, both answering Draco and from pleasure.
"Yes, love," Draco responded to both Harry's voice and touch. "You feel so good inside me," he said, reaching his hand back to touch Harry.
Harry was panting now. Thrusting and panting. "Please," he whispered, moaning a second after. It felt good, but the pressure wasn't building up fast enough for him. He opened his eyes and stared down at Draco's body, and the way it rocked with Harry's movements.
Draco looked back over his shoulder at Harry, wanting to see his eyes. He smiled at him. "Yes, husband, fill me," he said breathlessly, rocking back into Harry.
Harry looked into Draco's eyes and then he was suddenly coming with a hoarse shout, gripping Draco's one hip with the hand that still rested there and pressing nails gently into his back with his other hand. He felt relief in this orgasm more than anything.
Draco felt his husband's orgasm in his body and then the magic that burst over and through him. He shuddered with it, one hand reaching back to hold Harry's hip. "Yes!" he cried out.
Harry slumped forward a bit, panting, head dropping as he waited to be able to ask Draco what he desperately needed to. His eyes filled with tears again as he thought about what Draco might tell him and the look Draco might have if that were the case.
"Harry?" Draco asked. "We are in the hospital, right?"
Harry nodded, but then remembered that Draco probably couldn't see him. "Yes", he said voice thick as his tears threatened to fall.
Draco loved the feel of Harry pressed against him but he needed more. "Harry," the blond said, "I want to see you."
Harry took a shuddering breath and pulled out of Draco gently. He crawled up the bed and closed his eyes, falling beside Draco on his back.
Draco rolled so he was facing Harry, looking at his face as he reached out an arm to pull him against his own body. "Talk to me," he whispered.
"What's wrong?" Harry half gasped, half whispered. "There's something wrong with the baby. What is it?" He couldn't open his eyes. Couldn't.
Draco closed his eyes, sliding his hand over Harry's chest and down to his abdomen. "Somebody cast Cruciatas on you," he said with anger in his voice. "And ... that's interesting," his voice changing to curious.
"What?" Harry asked quickly, his eyes opening finally. Draco didn't sound upset.
"I never knew anyone could do that," Draco said with awe in his voice. "There's some kind of Shielding Spell around the baby."
Harry let out a sigh filled with such utter relief it almost sounded like a groan. "It's okay?" he asked, looking at Draco's face.
Draco looked up at him, smiling. "You put a Protection Spell around the baby that pushed the Dark magic away from it," he said. "How did you do that?"
"I didn't even know I did," Harry said, wrapping arms around Draco's neck and pulling him down. "I was so scared," he whispered.
"Well, you did," Draco said. "It's kind of like a regular Shield Spell, only it used your magic to repel the hex." He smiled and held Harry again. "It's okay, love," he reassured him. "I'm alive, you're alive and so is the baby."
Harry clutched Draco to him and groaned with relief again. "You're okay?" he asked, just wanting to hear the words again.
"Yes," Draco said, leaning over to kiss him.
Harry kissed him back. His lips, his cheeks, his eyelids. And then suddenly, he pulled back and was looking at Draco angrily.
Draco felt the shift in Harry's magic. He braced himself, waiting for it.
"What the bloody hell did you tell Ron? Why the hell did he do that?" Harry furrowed his brow, his forehead wrinkled
Green fire. It always took Draco's breath away. "Nothing I didn't tell you," he answered.
"Did you tell him to bloody run with me?" Harry asked, still angry. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Is this the place for this discussion, Harry?" Draco asked calmly.
"And where would you prefer we have it?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
"At home," Draco said, looking around the crisis room. "Do I have clothes?"
Harry was still looking angry but he sat up. "You didn’t come here in any." And then after a pause, "What happened? Or is that a discussion for home as well?"
"Be as mad as you want," Draco said, "but get me out of here. We know it isn’t secure."
Harry nodded seriously at that, standing up from the bed. "Do you think they'll argue to keep you here?" he asked, pulling his boxers and trousers back on.
"Depends on what happened to me," Draco said. "I remember Crucio. Not much else."
Harry winced and anger flared through him. "You were cut on your leg too, but I didn't see anything else."
"Did Ron and Hermione get out?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded. "They're here. Waiting outside."
"Take me home, Harry," Draco said with a sigh. He laid back on the table.
Harry pulled the rest of his clothes on and walked over to the door, opening it a crack. He could see that the Healers and Lupin were still there, now joined by Ron and Hermione.
Hermione turned and looked at him and then rushed forward. "Is he okay?" she asked quickly.
"He's fine," Harry said with a sigh.
Remus looked relieved. "Tonks and Shacklebolt need to talk with you as soon as they can," he said.
Harry sighed again, a slight huff this time. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at Draco. "Tonks and Kingsley want to talk to me," he told him.
"Harry, take me home," Draco said again.
"Does it have to be tonight?" Harry asked Lupin. "Can't they come over to the Manor tomorrow?"
"I will let them know," Remus said. "You take care of Draco. I have to go help Tonks."
Harry nodded, thankful. "Can I take him straight home?" he asked the Healers, simply being polite because he was taking Draco home no matter what they said.
The Mediwitch looked surprised. "He nearly died, Mr. Potter. Usually we keep patients that severely injured for several days."
Harry's breath hitched at her words but he shook his head. "He's okay. I'm taking him home. It isn't safe here. The last time he needed to stay over night, we both nearly died. I think it's appropriate for me to feel how I do and I think he and I would both agree that he would rather take his chances in the safety of our own home."
She frowned but nodded. "You may take your husband home when you are ready," she said quietly.
"I'm ready now," Harry told her. "Remus, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Guys, meet me at home, yeah?" he asked Ron and Hermione.
They nodded, both still looking a little shaken.
Harry took a few steps backward and closed the door again, turning to Draco. "We can leave now," he said. "They're letting us go."
Draco sighed, sliding off the table and standing next to Harry. He felt a bit weak but nothing drastic. "Where's my wand?" he asked.
Harry frowned. "I have no idea actually," he said, trying to think back to if he had seen it.
Draco shivered. He was normally very comfortable nude, but right now he didn't feel good at all. "Take me home, please," he whispered.
"Should we just Apparate from here?" Harry asked, picking his coat up from the floor and wrapping it around Draco.
Draco nodded, drawing the coat around himself and pressing his body against Harry's.
Harry wrapped arms around Draco and closed his eyes. He didn't Apparate them directly to their bedroom, only because he wanted to make sure that Ron and Hermione had made it back okay.
They were both there and turned their heads to Harry and Draco when they arrived.
"You both all right?" Harry asked them.
"We're okay for right now," said Hermione. Ron merely nodded.
Leakey appeared beside them. "Master Draco, Master Harry." He bowed.
"Get my dressing gown," Draco said to the elf, who disappeared to do as he was asked.
"Are you... okay?" asked Hermione, her eyes lingering on his stomach.
"Yes, I'm fine," Harry said, laying a hand across his abdomen. "Draco said we're both okay." He rubbed his hand across his belly. He still felt odd doing this, but there was something strangely normal about it as well.
Hermione looked relieved and hugged Harry.
Leakey popped back in and held out the dressing gown to Draco. The blond took Harry's coat and handed it to the elf and then put the robe on. "Bring us tea in the sitting room," he told the elf, and then looked toward the others.
Harry rubbed Hermione's back as he hugged her. "Let's go get some tea, yeah?" he asked her quietly.
She nodded against his chest and the four of them made their way to the room, Harry sticking very close to Draco's side, nearly pressed against him.