Auror - A Dangerous Job
(Day 9 of 30 day OTP challenge - Hugging)
As an Auror, Harry Potter had a dangerous job. Draco wasn’t happy with it. Actually, he was quite unhappy with it. He tried not to voice it often because Harry seemed to love his job. But Draco absolutely 100% detested it.
He was sick and tired of waiting for another mission to end and hope that it would be Harry coming home via the floo and not another Ministry worker informing him that his husband had died in action.
Or sometimes it was St. Mungo’s calling. Draco hated those calls as well. He hated seeing Harry injured and sometimes - even unconscious. He couldn’t take it for much longer.
As a matter of fact, he was at his limits. Harry had gone missing during the last mission three days day. There were no clues and no theories. Nothing. The Ministry had told Draco that missing Aurors rarely turned out alive.
So Draco had been on Calming Drought and a few other stronger potions the past two days. He had panicked, he had shouted, he had even cried himself to sleep. The bags under his eyes were worse than ever and he hadn’t bothered to style his hair so it just sticked out miserably. He had put one of Harry’s favourite shirts on. It made him feel both worse and better.
His stomach growled loudly and Draco realized he’d barely eaten anything. He stood up to go to the kitchen when the floo activated. Draco watched it with fear. His heart was beating fast and he was unintentionally holding his breath in anticipation.
The first thing he realized was that the person who stepped through the floo was an Auror. Those crimson robes - he could recognize them anywhere. And the second thing he realized, not even a second later, was that the said Auror was Harry Potter.
Draco pounced. A surge of energy run through him and he crossed the distance between them in record time. He clutched at Harry, arms winding around Harry’s waist. He buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck and let relief wash over him.
Harry hugged him back. One hand was gently petting Draco’s hair.
“Ron told me you took my disappearance… badly.” Harry mumbled. “Maybe… I think I’ll look for another job. I… I love you more than I love being an Auror.”
Draco hiccuped and his hold around Harry tightened. He couldn’t speak. The tears were making it too difficult. So, instead, Harry spoke again.
“Thanks for never telling me to quit.”