A/N: We're so close! Enjoy this chapter ;)
Chapter 9: That Pesky Stone
Harry smiled up at him and then started back for the table. He kept his cane with him and Draco watched him. He made it back without any problems. Kreacher came hobbling into the room and started making something for them to eat. Draco walked over and sat down across from Harry.
"So, I've made enough of this for two weeks. I didn't want to make too much in case it didn't work, but enough in case it did. You'll need to take it twice a day and if it continues to work over the next day or so, I see no reason for you not to be able to go to Hogwarts," Draco told him.
"Thank you, Draco. Truly. I know it's still baby steps, but I am grateful for you and I'm glad you're here," Harry responded quietly.
Draco stared at him. He couldn't fight the stomach flutter. Harry had used his first name and it was music to his ears. Harry continued to look at him and he saw the wheels working behind his eyes. He knew that Draco was keeping something from him. "You're welcome. I'm glad to help," he replied just as quietly.
Harry leaned back in his chair and continued to study him. "Does this mean that you're going to be leaving?" he asked.
Draco shook his head. "You're not ready for me to leave yet. I have to be sure that the potion is doing what it's supposed to be doing and that you're not going to have any complications. Why, do you want me to leave?" he asked suddenly feeling very nervous and worrying that Harry didn't want him there anymore.
Harry frowned. "I definitely don't want you to leave. I've already told you, I like you being here. If you never leave, that will be fine with me," he replied. He realized quickly what he said and what the implications could be. He widened his eyes as he looked at Draco who was mirroring his expression.
"Careful, Harry, I might actually begin to think you like me," Draco teased relieving the tension.
Harry laughed and shook his head. Draco grinned back, his heart pounding once again. He was beginning to think that his feelings may not be just one sided. Kreacher served them their dinner and they ate in companionable silence, making small talk here and there.
"How did you know that treacle tart was my favorite?" Harry asked as Kreacher happened to be serving it.
Draco looked up from his own plate and smirked at him. "You're not the only one who was keeping tabs on someone," he replied.
Harry rolled his eyes, but smiled. "How did you get it to taste like it and why?"
Draco glanced down at the dessert. He could feel his heart rate picking up again and he wondered briefly if he was going to have a heart attack soon with all he was putting his heart through. "Well, I just added some flavor combinations and since I knew you really like treacle tart and you were going to have to drink this potion for awhile, I figured it should taste good," Draco replied. There, that gives nothing away, but with the way he's looking at me right now, I don't think I'm going to get away with it, Draco thought.
Harry nodded instead. "Well, that was thoughtful. Thank you," he said. He stood carefully and picked up his plate. He reached for Draco's and made his way slowly to the sink. Draco watched him the entire way. He was impressed with how well the potion was working and hoped it continued to work that way.
Harry was coming back and somehow lost his footing or, and he didn't want to believe it, but he swore a stone popped up right by Draco and he hit that and fell backwards, straight into his lap. Harry let out an oof as he settled into Draco's lap. Draco's arms went around his waist and held him close to steady him. Harry sat there for a moment in disbelief, then he slowly turned to look at Draco. He had never been this close to him. He could smell a hint of the treacle tart that they had for dessert and he could also smell vanilla and some other spice he couldn't quite identify, but smelled divine. His eyes met Draco's and they stared at each other for several uncomfortable moments. He caught Draco's eyes glancing down at his lips and he couldn't help, but do the same. He could easily lean forward and touch those perfectly shaped lips, but he knew that it would be stepping over some line that he shouldn't step over.
"Sorry. I swear my leg didn't hurt or anything…" Harry whispered. He licked his lips subconsciously and Draco watched with rapt attention.
"It's fine. Good thing I was here," Draco murmured. Harry felt Draco's thumb rubbing against his stomach and it sent pleasant chills up and down his spine. It was too much. He nodded once and started to push up. Draco let go reluctantly and helped Harry stand. Harry left the room and moved into the sitting room. He needed a moment to catch his breath and calm his racing heart. What is happening here? Harry questioned.
Draco sat in the kitchen, his arms and hands tingling from holding Harry so close. His lips frowned in unhappiness as they wished to have kissed Harry's wonderful pink lips. He was going to go crazy if he didn't get a handle on things. He sighed and followed Harry into the sitting room. He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands and he sounded like he was muttering.
"Are you okay? How did you fall?" Draco questioned as he sat in a chair opposite him. Yes, space, that's what I need. Just a tiny bit of space. He thought to himself.
Harry didn't lift his head. "You're going to laugh and think I'm crazy, but I swear to you, I know what I saw. There was a stone next to you that literally popped out of the floor and tripped me. I am not kidding," he replied in a serious tone.
Draco sat there for a moment, biting his lip. He tried not to laugh, but he couldn't stop himself. He started to laugh and nearly fell off his chair he was laughing so hard. Harry looked up at him with a glare and rolled his eyes. Harry stood up and left the room, making his way upstairs. Draco stopped laughing and stood up to follow. Harry was halfway up the stairs. He was clearly not going to stop so Draco just let him go and walked into the kitchen. He caught Kreacher righting the very stone that tripped Harry.
Draco looked at him in surprise and when Kreacher looked up and met his gaze, he stuck his nose in the air and pretended not to notice Draco there. "Kreacher, you could have hurt him," Draco replied in exasperation as he realized what had happened.
Kreacher snorted. "Hes be fine. Yous not doing anythings to shows him how yous feel," he replied.
Draco's eyes widened and he stared at Kreacher. "You know?"
Kreacher chuckled or at least it sounded like a chuckle. "Master Harry doesn'ts notices, but I dos." Kreacher hobbled away and left Draco to stare after him, dumbstruck.