hd365_mod (hd365_mod) wrote in hd_365, @ 2006-06-25 22:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | fiona-fic, prompt 13: danger |
Homecoming, PG
Original poster: fiona_fawkes
Title: Homecoming
Author: fiona_fawkes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1400
Author’s Notes: written for the prompt of "Danger"
Summary: It’s hard knowing that the one that you love is in danger, and not being able to do a damn thing about it.
Harry paced the hardwood floor of the front room- the heels of his shoes making a hollow echo in the empty flat. He felt useless staying at home, but he hadn't had much of a choice. Word had come in that a team of Aurors from Draco’s division had walked into a trap. Reports of injuries, some serious, had been circulating all afternoon. It seemed like half of the Auror division had been sent out. Harry had tried everything he could to get a hold of the coordinates to Apparate to the scene, but to no avail. He had been ordered to take the rest of the day for “personal leave” after a roaring fight with Merryweather who refused to allow Harry on the team.
After threatening Merryweather with everything from quitting his job to removing a testicle, Harry had been officially released from duty for the day. Tonks had passed him in the hall on his way to the Floo, promising to Owl him the minute she could confirm that Draco was ok.
That had been nine hours ago.
Harry had left the window in the front room was open all afternoon. The cool night breeze was the only thing that came through and it was doing nothing to calm his inner turmoil. Harry had been sick twice already, and his one attempt at fire-calling the office had resulted in a stapler being thrown at him for busying the connection. Harry had kept his head out of the fireplace ever since, watching and waiting for Draco to come home.
The unexpected sound of footsteps outside the door startled Harry so badly that he ran into the end table, cursing when he struck his shin on the sharp corner. His heart sank, though, when in stead of the sound of keys in the lock, the person out in the hall knocked hesitantly.
Oh God, Harry immediately thought the worst. Tonks hadn’t Owl him; she’d come in person.
“Draco?” he whispered. Harry just stood there, staring at the door and willing it not to be true. After a moment, his visitor knocked again, a little louder.
Harry was numb- in shock if you will. His feet moved automatically, carrying him closer to the door that he didn’t want to open. His hands were shaking as he slid the latch and opened the door.
“Draco!” he cried. “What are you doing here?”
Draco gave a small smile, leaning one arm against the door frame. “I live here you git. Now are you gonna let me in or should I just make a bed on the front step for the night?”
Harry stepped back, letting Draco in and closing the door behind him. “But why did you knock? And come to think of it; how come you didn’t just Floo home? Or Apparate?”
Draco dropped his briefcase on the sofa and shrugged out of his robes. He looked exhausted. “I lost my wand. I can’t Apparate without it. And I didn’t have the energy left to mess with the Flooing and so I just hailed a Muggle taxi and here I am,” he said, turning to face Harry and spreading his arms wide.
Harry didn’t say anything. He didn’t know where to start. The shock of seeing Draco standing in front of him, acting as if he’d had nothing more than just another long day at the office.
Draco loosened the cuffs of his dress shirt and turned back around, lifting a foot to untie his shoes. His shoes were dirty. Not terribly so, but scuffed and dirty. There was a bit of mud on the leg of his black trousers and a button was missing from the cuff of his shirt. Had it been anyone else, Harry wouldn’t have thought twice. But Draco was usually quite fussy about his appearance and would never knowingly go about his day so unkempt.
“Why weren’t you at the office when I got in?” Draco actually sounded hurt that his lover hadn’t been waiting on him.
“I was sent home,” Harry answered.
Draco shot a confused look at Harry over his shoulder. “Why?”
Harry smiled sheepishly. The first time the action had graced his lips since he left for work this morning. “For threatening to castrate Merryweather.”
Draco snorted and went back to untying his shoes. “I don’t even want to know. At least not right now. You can tell me tomorrow. Right now I just want to crawl in bed and never get back out.”
Harry just stood there, his smile gone, watching as Draco slipped out of his shoes as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened today. Five minutes ago, Harry had feared the worst. And yet here Draco was, whole and standing right in front of him. Without a word, Harry walked up behind Draco, wrapping his arms around him.
Draco stilled. “Harry? You ok?”
The only answer Draco got was the tightening of Harry’s arms and a shaky breath against the back of his neck. Shoes abandoned, Draco turned around in Harry’s arms so that he could return the embrace. They just stood there, wrapped around each other without speaking for several long moments.
It was Harry that broke the silence. “I was afraid you weren’t coming home,” he admitted into Draco’s shoulder.
Draco tightened his hold, soothing Harry with tender kisses to his shoulder, neck, anywhere he could reach. “Oh Harry-”
“I waited for what felt like forever and when I heard you knock on the door, I thought it was Tonks and that she couldn’t owl like she’d promised because something awful had happened.” Harry practically sobbed.
Draco just stood there, soothing Harry by rubbing his hands down his lover’s back. He was torn between needing to care for Harry and his burning desire to storm back to the office and throttle Merryweather. The bastard had outright lied to him; telling him that Harry knew that Draco was ok and had to stay late to finish his reports on today’s disaster. Draco had believed it at the time, as he’d seen Merryweather fire-calling Thompson’s wife and Emma’s boyfriend. That went beyond Merryweather’s usual disdain for Harry and Draco and into outright malicious cruelty.
But Harry’s needs won out and Draco pushed down his anger, saving it for another day. He took Harry’s face in his hands and rested their foreheads together. “Let’s just forget about today and go to bed. Ok?”
Harry turned his head and swallowed hard. “No I- are you sure I can’t get you anything? Have you eaten? Are you hurt?”
Draco shook his head. “I’m just tired, Harry. It’s been a long day. Besides,” he kissed Harry, whispering against his lips. “I have everything I could ever need right here.”
Harry smiled at him, relaxing into Draco’s arms and deepening the kiss. They just stayed like that for several moments, sharing tender kisses and touching each other constantly. His cheeks, his arms- Harry had to run his hands everywhere, if only to confirm that Draco was indeed standing in front of him. That he was whole and ok.
“Come on,” Harry whispered. “Let’s go to bed.”
Draco smiled. “Are you tired?”
Harry grinned. “Nope.” He took Draco’s hand and led him to their bedroom, leaving all his worry behind him.
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Draco rose early the next morning. He slipped out of bed and quietly closed he door behind him, doing his best not to wake Harry.
He grabbed the Muggle cellular that Harry had gotten him and stepped out onto the patio. He ignored the morning chill air, pulling his robe tighter about him as he punched in the familiar number.
’ello
“Hey, Tony. I didn’t wake you did I?” Draco smiled as he heard his old friend yawn into the phone.
’course not. What can I do for you?
“Now what makes you think I need something?” Draco teased.
Because you would never make a social call at such an unholy hour, Malfoy. What do you want?
Draco smiled. He knew he’d made the right decision. “I need a favor, Tony. Are you in town?”
Not at the moment, but I’ll be back in London late next week. What did you have in mind?
“Oh, I’ve just got a friend that I’d like for you to pay a visit.” Draco barely resisted the urge to laugh maniacally. Merryweather wouldn't know what hit him.