Entering the house, he could hear the sounds of a struggle, something crashing to the ground and shattering. Harry whipped out his wand so fast and bolted towards their study, the worst possible scenarios flashing through his mind. He threw the door open and his heart stopped. Draco was lying on the floor, crying. It had seemed the lamp had been thrown. "Draco?"
(Lots of fluff despite the heavier conversations. Please heed the tags)