Lost, Found, and Molly’s Sweaters

Hello my loves!!! I'm back to Drarry, with a few bits of wolfstar in my drafts, and even a mystery piece that I'll release this week. This is about Harry and Draco having their first fight, and Harry thinks it's over until Draco shows how much he actually cares and begins to reconsider. Love you all hope you're having the most splendid lives, and if not you're in my prayers!!❤️❤️

TW: intimacy, language, intercourse (if I ever forget a TW please, please please inform me so I can update it quickly for future readers)

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"IM LEAVING DRACO!"

"YOU THINK I EVEN CARE? JUST GET OUT!"

The door slammed and Draco slumped against the wall. Harry-god please say he wasn't gone. It was all his fault, and it wasn't even a reasonable fight. Harry thought he wasn't serious,and Draco had yelled instead of just telling Harry how he felt. Instead of telling Harry how he felt when he walked into a room, the warm feeling he got when Harry laughed, how he'd never doubted for a second Harry was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Instead he had told Harry that he should trust him or not. Anger had built up and the adrenaline had gotten to him. Tears burned in his eyes. 'Please.' Draco prayed internally. 'If there's a God out there's who's listening, please don't let me lose him.' He sagged against the wall, falling against the doorway and letting the sobs rip from his chest. Then a thought occurred to him. Harry hadn't taken a bag. He would need his things. If Harry was really done with him he would want his stuff as soon as possible. It hurt Draco so bad to think about it being over, but he wanted Harry to be happy. He packed a bag, stuffing all of Harry's things into it, and grabbing a suitcase as well, filling them both with all of the things Harry had in their apartment. Another sob tore through him as he packed but he refused to stop. This was what Harry wanted, this was right. He stopped when he Reached the soft wool sweater. Harry would want it back if they were through, but could he give it up? He choked as he ran his fingers over the gorgeous "D" inlaid in the middle of the blue wool. A Weasley sweater. The best gift he'd ever gotten. He folded it back to read the tag. 'Please return to Draco if lost.' It said in Molly's neat handwriting. She had been very nervous when she gifted it to him, unsure if it was Malfoy quality. He had stared at the sweater for at least a minute in silence. Then he had stood and flung his arms around Molly, tearing up.

"This is the most wonderful gift I've ever received. I've heard of the famous Weasley sweater but I never thought I'd get one to myself." She had smiled so wide at that, and had gripped who she believed to be her future son in law in her arms.

'Yes'. Draco scolded himself as he stuffed the sweater into the bag. 'Yes he'll want this back'

The pain that tore through his heart as he zipped the bag almost made him crumple.

•••

"He hasn't eaten in a day Ron." Hermione said quietly.

"I know love but he's going through a breakup."

"No!" She hissed. "Break. Not a breakup. It's just a break." Her hand rested on her swollen belly almost sassily.

"Alright, Alright." Ron said walking towards the guest room Harry had taken. The doorbell rang. Ron rushed to get it, sliding his socked feet across the floor. He swung the door open and bolted upright at the sight of Draco in sweats. He was trying to hide his sadness behind a fake smile.

"Oh uh... hey Malfoy." Ron mumbled. Draco nodded and motioned to two bags beside him on the porch.

"I wasn't sure-" Draco had to break off the sentence to compose himself as his voice cracked. "I wasn't sure if he would want to come back home, so I packed up his stuff. If-if he wants to come back and talk, I'd love to have him-over I mean." He said quietly rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like he was in pain.

"I'll tell him mate." Ron said quietly. Draco nodded with teary eyes.

"Well if you two won't be emotional then I'll just assume my position as the pregnant lady." Hermione said as she waddled forward to press her lips to Draco's cheek. "Are you guys ok?" She asked gently. Draco swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to cough to stop himself from crying.

"I really screwed up Hermione." He whispered.

"Do you wanna talk." She asked motioning to the chairs on the porch.

"I suppose I have a few minutes. But I'll really need to get home soon." He said, lowering into one of the chairs. Ron went inside, perfectly aware of Harry's open window on the upstairs floor.

"Ok love, what's up?" Hermione asked.

"Harry-he didn't think I loved him. He thought"Draco broke off to clear his throat. It hurt to talk about it, knowing his love was inside. "He thought I was using him. And instead of dealing with it like a rational person I screamed at him and he left-well I guess I kind of kicked him out? I don't know What to do Hermione. I love him more than anything, and I knew it was hard for him, and I snapped at him like a total bastard." He whispered, letting the tears gently spill over his lashes.

"Deep breaths love." Hermione said quietly, rubbing his back. "Go on home. I'm sure Harry will come around."

"No Hermione you don't get it. I hurt him. He's sensitive and caring and I snapped at him like I did when we were kids. I don't know if I deserve him he-"

"Hush." Hermione growled. "This is not about whether you deserve him, that's not why he left. He left because he was hurt. So bandage him up." Hermione said fiercely.

"You'd think at seven months pregnant you'd be less scary." Draco breathed. "You think he can forgive me?"

"Of course." Hermione said and sent him on his way.

•••

Harry didn't come back that day.

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He didn't come back the next day.

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Or the next.

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Not the next one either

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Nope.

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Nothing.

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Not so much as a text.

•••

Draco woke up feeling dead inside. It had been seven days, one week and still Harry didn't respond.

His stumbled from bed, brushed his teeth, and went back to sleep. He woke up again for lunch, then fell asleep on the couch. His whole day was spent moping and crying and sleeping. And of course eating, what else would you do when you're depressed? Draco also worked out five times.

His phone buzzed and he lunged. He crossed his fingers. "Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry." He prayed. Nope. It was jus Hermione. He sighed and opened his phone to a text in all caps.

'CLEAN YOURSELF UP HES COMING' the text said.

'ROG. THANKS!' He wrote back throwing his phone on the couch so he could run to shower.

•••

The doorbell rang about ten minutes later and Draco threw it open to see a clean Harry smiling sheepishly.

"Drac-" Harry was cut off when Draco gripped him in a hug so tight it could've crushed a small animal. Harry hopped up and wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, his arms around Draco's neck. Harry buried his face in Draco's neck, breathing in his scent.

"Harry James Potter I love you." Draco whispered as he held Harry in the doorway. "I love you more than any breathing thing on this planet, and I don't ever want you to doubt that again. I am so so so sorry that I snapped at you, Harry I didn't mean a word I said, I love you, god I love you so much it's like a drug. You're so gorgeous, and those eyes, and your heart... you're the most beautiful human on earth and I can't believe you're mine. Or... I hope you're still-" Draco stiffened.

"Well duh you imbecile."Harry sobbed into a Draco's neck, clinging on to him.

"I love you."

"I know. I love you too."

"No harry. I want you to truly understand, I love you like your father loved your mother, like Romeo loved Juliet, like Hermione loves proving people wrong. I love you." Draco whispered.

"You really mean it?"

"I really, truly, honestly mean it."

"Can you kiss me?" Harry sobbed.

"Can I have my Weasley sweater back?"

"You're a jerk. I'm starting to think you're only in it for Molly's knitting."

"It's beginning to look that way." Draco teased. Harry laughed through his tears, pressing his lips to Draco's. Draco walked backwards into the house, kissing Harry again and again. The door slammed and they made in to the living room before the passion overtook them. Harry moaned softly as Draco gently pressed him to the wall. Their ragged breaths filled the room as they slowly kissed and touched their way to the couch. Clothes were lost, and Harry laid back, staring at his boyfriend as he positioned himself in front of Harry's entrance.

"I love you... oh god Harry I love you...oh god... Harry." Draco whispered as he kissed Harry's neck, pressing gently into him.

"I love you too D-Draco. I-" but Harry was cut off as Draco sped up inside him, rolls of pleasure rocking him. "Nnnnnnnn, Draco." He moaned reaching up to wrap his arms around his lovers neck. Draco gasped sharply when Harry hooked his legs around Draco waist, pulling him deeper into Harry.

"Fuck Harry..." Draco moaned, pushing faster. "Oh Harry... oh god baby you feel so good." He whispered pressing his lips firmly to Harry's . Harry was almost lost, writhing around as he held Draco, the need for release acute to the point of pain.

"Yea Harry, come for me love." Draco whispered as he pounded into Harry. "Now Harry." The command made Harry jerk, and he yelled as he released spilling over both of them. "Jesus I love you." Draco whispered.

"Your turn..." Harry whispered pulling himself up and clenching tightly around Draco.

"Oh.. Har-Harry." He choked as he pushed in him once, twice, three times before releasing inside of him with a final groan.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

They stayed their, telling each over of their love for hours. They couldn't tire, not when Draco had his whole world in front of him, and Harry's life was sitting across from him.

*Fin*