A/N: Another new story! I started working on this over the summer, but couldn't quite get it going so it festered for awhile and then it developed into a story. It's evolved even as I've written it so hopefully you will all enjoy it! Right now it's at about seven chapters and anticipate maybe 10 at most. Enjoy!

Summary: Harry and Draco are auror partners and roommates for camaraderie. On a particularly stormy day, Harry goes to fix the roof on a shed to protect Draco's potions equipment. Unfortunately, the storm decides to unleash some lightning and Harry is caught in the middle of it. Draco brings him inside and finds that Harry can't see. Draco ends up being the one taking care of him as he recovers. Feelings change, but are they both interested?

Harry stared out the backdoor at the shed roof that was flapping in the wind. Rain was pouring down and the clouds looked ominous. He had tried several times to magically secure the roof, but it wasn't working. He figured that the rain was interfering with the spells. The shed roof was making quite the racket and he was surprisingly concerned about the contents that were in the shed getting ruined. His roommate was sleeping upstairs and Harry knew that if his stuff got ruined, he would be insufferable for the foreseeable future. He sighed and rubbed at his face. He never could remember why he had chosen to live with Draco Malfoy of all people, but he was surprisingly a decent roommate and kept to himself most of the time. They were reluctant partners in the potions division of the aurors. He still wasn't sure how he ended up in that department either.

"Will you cease that horrible racket, please?" came the person who Harry was just thinking about.

"I already tried several sticking charms and they aren't working," Harry replied.

Draco stepped up next to him and looked out at the shed in horror as Harry knew he would. "Oh, Salazar! My equipment!" he cried.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Why don't you go out there and fix it?" he suggested in a slightly annoyed tone.

Draco turned his horrified expression to Harry and now looked aghast. "You're shitting me, right? That's your shed. You fix it," he demanded. He looked away from Harry's annoyed expression and looked up at the clouds fearfully.

"Don't you mean our shed? You live here, too," Harry pointed out.

Draco crossed his arms and gave him an exasperated look. "It's your house. I'm merely living here for comradery and other auror nonsense," he countered.

Harry stared at him for several moments while Draco's indignant expression never faltered. He knew that if he didn't just suck it up and do it, Draco would be extra awful and complain the whole time. He sighed. "Of course, your highness, I shall fix it, oh, royal-pain-in-my-arse," Harry muttered. Draco snorted next to him, but looked quite pleased as Harry glanced at him before casting an umbrella charm and heading outside.

He glanced up at the sky and shivered. Those clouds had been rumbling for a bit, but no lightning had been seen flashing across the sky. He hoped that it would wait until he fixed the roof and got back into the house. The wind whipped up, taking the umbrella charm with it. Harry was drenched soon after and he heard distinct laughter coming from the house. He growled in frustration as he entered the shed, slamming the door behind him. He muttered dark things about Draco and asked himself once again why he agreed to have him live in his house.

He pushed his sopping hair back and rubbed his face. He debated about casting a drying charm, but thought that he might go inside and hug Draco or something, just to share the rain with him. His stomach warmed at that thought, but he pushed it away, unwilling to think about it right now. He looked up at the offending roof and saw the nearly black clouds through the intermittent flapping. He shuddered and grabbed a hammer and some nails. He stood up on a stool and pulled the roof down. He tried to figure out a way to best secure it from the inside. He glanced behind him and noted that Draco's potions equipment was getting quite wet. He cast a drying charm and an impervius charm on his equipment, protecting it from the rain. He went back to trying to fix the roof. It wasn't working from the inside. He sighed and went outside. He set up the stool, glanced at the sky, and climbed up it, carefully balancing his tools.

Meanwhile, Draco watched from the safety and dryness of the back door. He laughed as he saw Harry tromping out of the shed with a stool and hammer. He ignored the warmth that was building in his belly at watching Harry doing something for him, even if it was reluctantly. He often wondered why he lived with him, but every time he tried to think of a good excuse to get his own flat, he came up with another reason why he had to stay. He quite enjoyed living with him, working with him, annoying him, and everything else in between. He couldn't imagine, at this point anyway, living anywhere else, but here.

The warmth in his belly increased as he watched Harry nail the roof down. He glanced up at the clouds at the sound of a loud clap of thunder. He looked back down at Harry, who was also looking up at the clouds. He turned back to nailing the roof down, his movements hurried. Draco looked back at the sky as a flash of light caught his attention. Shit, the lightning had started. He opened the door. "Potter, that should be fine! Get back inside!" he called out trying to sound reasonable and not letting the anxiety he was suddenly feeling leak into his voice. He was not about to show Harry Potter that he remotely cared about him.

Harry looked over at him, but the wind and rain must have muffled Draco's voice because he didn't appear to have understood what he had just said. He shook his head, obviously still annoyed and went back to hammering the roof. Draco bit his lip nervously as another flash of lightning went across the sky. Harry glanced up and pounded in the last two nails. He stepped down off the stool, stumbling slightly. He picked it up and carried it into the shed. Draco relaxed slightly. At least Harry was inside something. Of course, that's when he reminded himself that the shed was metal. He bit his lip harder, nearly drawing blood as he waited for Harry to come back out of the shed. A clap of thunder resonated in the garden making Draco jump.

He watched, almost in slow motion, as the door opened to the shed and Harry stood in the doorway, preparing to secure it while a bolt of lightning came shooting down from the sky, striking the shed. Draco cried out a muffled warning to Harry. He watched in horror as Harry flew back into the shed and promptly dropped to the floor.

Draco stood there, frozen for just a moment before he was running out into the pelting rain and rushing into the shed. Harry was laying underneath Draco's potion table, flat on his back, eyes closed, and not moving.

Draco crouched down next to him and felt for a pulse. He found one and allowed himself to sigh for just a moment. His heart was pounding and his stomach hurt with his anxiety. At least he had a pulse. He cast a quick levitation charm and lightening charm and rushed, as best as he could, Harry back inside the house. He settled him on the kitchen floor and looked down at him. He really should call someone. He just couldn't form the thought nor move. He felt horrible. Harry wouldn't have been out there if it hadn't been for him. It was just some stupid, replaceable potion equipment. Harry was not replaceable and Draco ached.

"Harry, I'm so sorry," he whispered as he brushed his fingers across his cheek, using Harry's given name which he didn't often do. He took several deep breaths and started casting diagnostic charms. Every auror was given basic training in diagnostic spells and healing. He hoped that he would be able to figure out how badly damaged he was before getting him to St. Mungo's and being asked the question that would clearly show that Harry was in this state because of him.

Harry's pulse was surprisingly strong and there was just some burnt flesh in some areas, but there was no major damage that he saw. He stood up quickly and went to their potion stores and pulled out an assortment of healing potions. He cast a swallowing spell and helped Harry swallow each potion. He hoped that it would be enough to wake him and fix him. He waited for what seemed like hours for the potions to work when it was actually only a few minutes. Harry sputtered and started to cough as he woke. Draco lifted him up, settling him slightly upright and on his lap. His eyes weren't open, but he was waking up.

"Potter, you arsehole. Why the hell would you scare me like that?" Draco demanded, relief flooding in his voice, much to his chagrin.

"You're the arsehole. Making me fix that damn roof to protect your precious potions equipment," Harry rasped.

Now that he knew that Harry was alright, his anxiety lessened and was replaced by anger at causing him to worry so much. Of course, Draco didn't want to admit even to himself that he had been so worried because of how he felt about Harry.

He summoned a glass and conjured water into it. He held it up to Harry's lips and he drank carefully from it. "Well, it's not my fault that you don't maintain your belongings," he said in a haughty tone.

Harry snorted. His eyes were still closed. "Whatever, Malfoy. What's the damage?" he asked.

"Well, some burnt flesh, probably hair too. Other than that, I don't think anything else is wrong. I gave you some basic healing potions to help with that," he replied, not looking at him.

Harry didn't say anything for a long time and Draco finally had to look down at him. He had a look of panic on his face. "What?" he asked quietly. Harry's eyes didn't look very focused.

"Then why can't I see?" Harry whispered.

Draco looked down at him and met his unfocused gaze. "You're kidding, right?"

"Malfoy, I can't see. Why can't I see?" he demanded, voice rising with his anxiety.

Draco carefully moved Harry to a sitting position against the cabinets. He hesitated for just a moment before he straddled his thighs, settled on top of them, and looked at his eyes. Harry let out a gasp in surprise as he looked in the general direction of where Draco was. His cheeks were turning a ridiculous shade of red. Draco wanted to smile, but he felt too concerned to do that, but he did blush.

"Okay, hold still. Let me just cast a diagnostic spell," Draco said in as soothing of a tone as he could. Harry relaxed slightly beneath him and allowed Draco to do what he needed to do. Draco cast and muttered under his breath at what he was seeing in the replica of Harry's eyes. It was both fascinating and frightening. He cringed as he noticed that the optic nerves on both eyes were barely hanging on.

"Potter, I…." he didn't know what to say. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut because there was no one else to blame, but him for what was happening to Harry.

"What? Just tell me," he demanded.

"Your optic nerves are barely hanging on," he whispered, his tone revealing his utter sorrow for what he did to him.

Harry sighed and reached up to run his hand through his hair. He closed his eyes and sagged his shoulders. "So what else is new," he whispered. He reached out and touched Draco's thighs. Draco froze and looked up at him in alarm. Harry frowned slightly and pushed on Draco's thighs, urging him to get up. Draco scrambled up on shaky legs and reached out to hold Harry as well. Harry got up and gripped the counter. "Take me to St. Mungo's," he muttered as he slid his hands around, figuring out his surroundings.

"Let me help you," Draco offered. Harry snorted, but allowed him to take his arm and lead him to the floo. They couldn't apparate because of the storm. Draco wasn't sure how flooing would work, but he didn't have any other option. He held onto Harry tightly, stepped into the floo, threw down the powder, and flooed into the emergency room of St. Mungo's. Draco instantly heard the silence as the healers and mediwitches and wizards looked at them.

Draco glared around the ward until someone shook out of their surprise and hustled over. "Oh, Mister Potter," a healer said as he took Harry from Draco's arms and moved him over to a wheel chair. Draco followed behind them. "What happened?" the healer asked.

"He was in a shed when it was struck by lightning. I ran basic diagnostics and found some burns, but nothing else. I gave him some basic healing potions, but when he woke up, he couldn't see. I did another diagnostic spell on his eyes and saw that his optic nerves are barely hanging on," Draco explained, feeling worse and worse as he went along.

The healer glanced up at Draco and gave him a questioning look. Draco looked away sheepishly. "Mister Potter, what were you doing in a shed during a lightning storm?" he asked.

Harry sighed loudly and Draco bit his lip. "I was fixing the roof," he replied quietly.

"And why did it need to be fixed right then?" he inquired.

"There is potions equipment in there and I didn't want it to get ruined. I thought it would be fine since lightning hadn't started yet, but clearly I was wrong," he replied.

Draco glanced at the healer who was frowning. "Well, let's see what we've got going on," he said.

He settled Harry into a bed and Draco stood on the opposite side of the healer as he ran charms over him. After about fifteen minutes and lots of frowning by the healer, he stopped and settled on the edge of Harry's bed. "Well, Mister Potter, the potions that Mister Malfoy gave you helped, but his diagnosis is correct. We can fix this, but it will take awhile to recover your eyesight."

"How long will that be?" Harry asked in a flat tone. Draco cringed. He knew what that tone meant.

"You'll need to be in the hospital for a couple of days and when you go home, you'll need someone to help you until your eyesight is back. It'll be about a month," the healer replied.

Harry paled. Draco paled. "Thank you," Harry muttered as he closed his eyes, throwing an arm over them.

"I'll be back with the necessary potions so just try and relax. Your eyesight will be back before you know it," the healer assured him before he left the room.

"Potter, I-" Draco began.

"Don't talk to me right now. Contact Head Auror Smith and let him know that we will both be on leave until this is resolved," Harry ordered.

Draco cringed further and nodded. He nearly smacked himself for being an idiot because Harry couldn't see him. "Sure. I'll be back," he said quietly. Harry snorted in response.

Draco left quickly and made his way to the floo. He was in for it. He called his superior and explained to him what happened. As he suspected, he wasn't pleased, but excused them from their duties for the month. He got a stern lecture for endangering his partner and was suspended for two weeks without pay during the month they'd be off. He sighed. He didn't care about being suspended or losing out on some pay. He deserved at least that. What bothered him most was how angry Harry no doubt was at him and how horrible he felt. They had finally gotten to the point where they acted as friends, sort of, anyway, and had started to spend more time at home together than separately. What would happen now?