Returned- Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 1

—Harry POV—

"So," Draco started, settling into bed for the night.

"Scorpius has expressed to me how dearly he would like for Rose to attend his birthday party." I stayed silent.

"That means you have to Owl your friends." He finished, turning to me with his head propped up my his elbow.

"Scorpius and Rose are friends? Since when?"

"Are you kidding me? She's been all he can talk about for the past month." My eyes widened. I really need to pay more attention to him.

"Okay... why don't you Owl them?"

"They're your friends." He said with a straight face. I turned my head away in annoyance, and he spoke again.

"You know that if you didn't keep ignoring their Owls it would be easier, right?"

"I'm not ignoring their owls... I'm just not responding to them-"

"That's ignoring them, Harry." I sighed in frustration at the topic.

"He's your son... write to Hermione. She probably hates you less than anyone else there."

"Merlin, sorry for ever asking your help." He said dramatically. I turned to him in slight panic at his words.

"Draco you know it's not like that, I just-"

"I know. You're scared to see how your stupidity has affected them."

"Draco-"

"I'll Owl her. Don't worry about it. But be ready, because if they come, you aren't starting an argument at my son's birthday." He turned to face away from me. "You aren't starting any problems on his day. Goodnight."

I laid on my back with a sigh, taking off my glasses and putting them on the nightstand. I just don't want to read about how they're fussing over me. I know they are. I just want them to forget what I did... Responding just takes so much energy from me. Thinking about all of that drains me. And I don't want to answer all of their questions. It feels like every Owl asks 'How are you?' Or 'Is everything alright?' And then those are always accompanied by a flood of other questions. It's never ending. Then every letter continues with something about Ginny, 'The baby kicked for the first time' or 'The baby is doing fine', 'the morning sickness is gone'. Then 'We miss you'. Every time. I'm tired of it. I don't want to talk about life because it just-

"Harry, watch your breathing." I heard. My jaw tensed in realization that it had picked up. I took a deep breath, calming my slightly increased heart rate.

"Sorry." I mumbled. "Goodnight." I finished.

"Goodnight, Harry."

Things were quiet and still for a while, and I was just letting the ceiling blend into a mush of darkness while I stared at it, when Draco spoke again.

"Hey... don't think about it too much; It's going to be alright. I'm sure Hermione won't mind an Owl from me... try to get some sleep, alright?"

"Okay." I said numbly. I felt the bed shift as Draco turned around to face me. He reached a hand out, moving some stray hairs away from my eyes.

"Try not to think about it too much." He whispered. I turned to my side so we were facing each other.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to him softly. It was barely audible, but I knew he heard me.

"Stop apologizing, please. If anything, I guess... I was a bit harsh with my words." He began, but I cut him off.

"You can't apologize, you were right." I told him.

"So what?" He claimed. "I could have been more... sensitive." He concluded, moving so our foreheads can rest against each others. I closed my eyes, staying silent, just letting the feeling of us flow through my mind.

"Goodnight." I told him.

"Goodnight." He replied.

—2 Days later—
—Draco POV—

I had just sent Scorpius to get a shower when an Owl flew in through the open patio door with a letter, which I recognized as Hermione's owl that comes every week. Assuming the letter was mine for once, I grabbed it, reading.

She and Weasley will be attending Scorpius's birthday party, it says. And after that, I received loads of other questions regarding Harry. 'Has he been receiving our Owls?' 'Is he alright' 'Has anything happened?' 'How are the two of you?'

Those were just a few. I knew Harry was ignoring them, and I know that they've been asking him questions. But I decided it's only common courtesy to answer them, and so I did, whether Harry would like it or not. Just then, I heard the toilet flush down the hall, and Harry came to my side.

"What're you doing?" He asked curiously, noticing the Owl in the room.

"Replying to Hermione's letter. I said simply, continuing to put down my response. I took the silence as permission to continue speaking. "Ginny probably won't be there. I don't think pregnant women can Floo or Apparate, just so you know." I said, dipping my quill into the ink, before continuing again. I felt Harry peer over my shoulder.

"Your handwriting is nice." He commented, before going silent, probably reading. "They're asking about me again..."

"Obviously. But you don't need to respond; they're asking me now. They probably know you won't answer them. You might want to consider fixing that before the three of you have a falling-out." I said honestly, but it was true. At this point, everyone knows that The Golden Trio is falling to bits. It's weird to look at, especially from an inside perspective. If I was one of them I would have sent Howlers to Harry by now, expressing my anger at his ignorance. They obviously care about him, and they want him to be okay, but it's difficult when he keeps them as far as possible. It's even more difficult when you realize that he's opened up to me- their sworn enemy for the past eternity- before opening up to them. I finished and rolled up my parchment, tying it to the owl's leg, and letting it go.

I turned to Harry, waiting for... something. But he just stared at me blankly. I stayed there for a while, just waiting. For what, I wasn't sure. I wouldn't admit it out loud, but I may have gotten lost in his eyes, just wishing that- for a second- I could go into his mind and see what he was thinking. But, I'm no legilimens. After a minute or so, I just kind of, walked away, with the simple comment of "I'm going to take a shower."