Mine and Dark

The house was completely dark when Draco entered, every curtain drawn, every candle extinguished. He sighed and blew out every negative thought he had, he couldn’t afford them, and took a fortifying breath.“You’re a werewolf, not a vampire, you know?” he called.He heard a groan from somewhere in the vicinity of the living room and cast a dim lumos as he set off that way.“Sod off,” Harry called.“No can do, I’m afraid,” he replied cheerfully as he made his way into the living room, avoiding furniture that had been thrown on its side, backs slashed and stuffing spilling everywhere. He kept his face carefully blank as he took out his wand and returned the living room to its proper state.“Why bother?” Harry groused, “I’m just going to keep doing it.”He came over to the couch and sat beside him in the dip of his hip.Harry turned his face into the arm of the couch to avoid looking at Draco.“Hey,” he murmured, gently trailing his fingers through the curls at the base of Harry’s neck. “I know this is hard-”“No you don’t,” Harry said.