Percy hadn't thought he would ever see Draco Malfoy again. Not after he had left his house a week and a half ago, that rainy night when he had tried to fix things.
He had returned to his job at the Ministry a week and a day past, and fallen back into that routine. It didn't take away the hurt, didn't make him forget, but it did provide a distraction. A well needed distraction that made the days slip by, one after the other. His days became the same. Waking, breakfast, work, work, late supper, sleep.
But work also lent him to certain murmurings, certain bits of gossip. When a doctor came in to talk with the Minister, and he heard mention of Dragon Pox, he almost tuned it out. But when Draco's name was mentioned in addition, he perked up. And felt an unhappy twisting in his stomach.
All day long he thought about it, as much as he didn't want to. Every time he thought he successfully pushed those thoughts away they managed to sneak back in.
And so after work, instead of returning home, he found himself on Draco's doorstep, after going to one of the Ministry healers for a protective potion. The House Elves let him in, recognizing him, took his coat. And then Percy walked up the hall to Draco's room and let himself in.