Draco cuddled closer and tears were still coming out. Remus was right that this was going to be hard on him. Harry reached up and gently touched the back of his neck. The shaking stopped, and he hummed contently as Harry essentially petted him. When he thought Draco was calm enough, they got up. He cast the scent removal spell again and, for good measure, showered, too. Draco was sitting at the table in the kitchen, wringing his hands, nervously.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Draco whispered, when he walked in.
"Draco, it's fine. No harm done."
Draco lowered his head. "When am I going to do something that makes you want to throw me out?"
Harry chuckled. "It'll take a lot."
"I just... couldn't stop myself at all. I smelled the other wolf on you and... just wanted to know that you were... there, I guess."
"It's almost the full moon. You needed reassurance," Harry said, and pulled out stuff for lunch.
Draco didn't look like he wanted to eat the sandwich, but Harry just gave him a look. It was important to eat all of his food. He quietly ate without protest. After lunch, they went to the den, where Draco sat on the couch subdued. Harry wasn't sure if it was just nerves or leftover embarrassment from pinning him to the wall. Harry walked over to the garden door and then thought, Why not?
"Draco? Do you want to go outside with me?"
Draco froze up like he was hit with Perfectus Totalus. "What?"
"Outside? In the garden? No trees or woods. Just bushes, weeds, and muggle noises."
Draco looked uncertain. "I don't think...."
"Come on, Draco. It'll be a small step."
Draco debated it internally for a few minutes before getting up and walking over to the door.
"It'll be fine," Harry nudged.
Draco motioned for him to exit first, wanting him to test to the water. He slowly exited, letting the sunlight hit him and breathed in the air. His nose twitched, but he didn't appear to smell anything alarming.
"See? It's nice."
"The city smells like shit," Draco grunted.
Harry laughed. "It does. It's different enough, though? Right?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," he mumbled.
Harry went about pulling weeds out and breaking branches. Draco just silently watched him. He did peruse the yard, but he seemed better. Harry gathered everything in a pile and realized that Draco had been staring at him, intently. However, he looked away when Harry noticed him and then blushed. Harry pretended not to notice. The healer said that his sexual drive would be more active. It wasn't the first time Harry wondered if the Slytherin Prince liked guys.
He set about tending the whole garden and had a large pile. He was aware that Draco's eyes followed him. Harry wasn't perturbed. There was no point in making Draco awkward by confronting him. His body was going through massive changes, and he was bound to be confused by it. Plus, if he was having an increased libido, then it could easily trigger a flashback to his recent trauma. Harry didn't want him to be scared.
After all the weeds were pulled, he walked over to Draco, who had sat down, and said, "Well... I'm all done. Want to stay out here for a bit and get some sun?"
"I burn rather easily," Draco muttered, shrugging.
"I can look for some sunscreen?" he offered.
"What pray-Salazar is sunscreen?"
Harry laughed. "A muggle balm for protecting against sunburn."
Draco gave him a look. "No thanks. I'd rather not try out muggle brews."
Harry laughed. "Alright, let's go in and relax."
Draco looked at the pile. "Are you going to leave it there?"
"I'll vanish it later."
Draco gave a quizzical look. "Why later?"
"Cause... well... you... and wands?" Harry finished, awkwardly.
Draco's eyes watered a little and he nodded. "Thank you. Thank you for being... so caring, Harry."
"It's nothing. Come on... let's get in before you burn."
Draco snorted, but got up and went inside with him. They moped around the house and ate a quiet dinner. Harry snuck out and vanished the pile while Draco was in the shower. Harry moved Draco's whole dresser into his room as well. Draco seemed pleased when he found it moved, judging by the grin he gave him. However, Harry noticed that he was trembling, slightly. He fidgeted more and couldn't keep eye contact.
As Harry got into bed and turned off the light, Draco got in on the other side. Harry could sense that Draco was nervous. He seemed quiet, well, quieter. He was scared, staring at the ceiling like it was about to collapse in on him.
"It's going to work out, Draco," Harry whispered. "It's okay to be scared...."
"No, it's not," he shot back, and let out a sob. He seemed to be mad about it.
"Draco... it's completely fine to cry and be worried. I've done it. It's a healthy way to process."
He snorted and wiped the tears away. "Yeah, healthy." 
Harry didn't know what to say. Draco was shaking and upset. He needed comfort, and it looked as though he didn't know how to ask for it. Harry knew two things that seemed to put the werewolf at ease: touching his neck and letting Draco smell him. Harry remembered Draco's nose buried into his neck, sniffing for reassurance earlier. Draco, subconsciously or not, relaxed so much more when he could smell him directly.
"Come here," he whispered. "Roll over to my side, next to me."
"What?" Draco said, surprised, and then asked, "Really?"
Harry looked at him in the dark. "Yeah...come here. You'll feel better."
Draco was hesitant at first, but then came right over. He snuggled up right into his side, and put his head on his shoulder. Draco's nose pressed firmly against his skin. One of Draco's arms was clinging possessively across his body, hugging him tightly. Harry looked at Draco fondly as his fretting had decreased significantly. He smiled, finding that he liked this, liked being this for Draco. He had never felt more... at home... this was home. Him and Draco.