Harry Potter AU - Drarry

Muggle Au where Draco is a doctor and Harry is a police officer, Harry is always getting hurt on (and off) the job and has to see his doctor, Dr. Malfoy. They make a routine, of sorts. Harry comes in, Draco chastises him, Harry makes jokes, Draco takes care of whatever issue Harry has (Seriously, its a different thing every week!), and Harry flirts (something Draco has never noticed). 

One day, Harry comes in. He says he’s been having headaches. Which is odd, considering he was having migraines last week. And stomachaches the week before that. They go through their routine, but this time when harry flirts, Draco smiles. He smiles a knowing smile. Draco writes up yet another prescription and Harry has to leave again. 

Harry had barely glanced at the prescription. He never did. He never dropped them off at a pharmacy either. The drugs weren’t necessary. Harry knew he shouldn’t waste a doctor with problems that weren’t even problems. But Draco’s hair looked so soft, his lips were so pink, and his eyes, oh his eyes, he could stare into them for years if Draco would let him.

He was about to throw the little paper away, when something caught his eye. It was rare to find a prescription with that many numbers on it. A closer inspection confirmed that it wasn’t a prescription at all. It was a note. With a number. Draco’s number.

It read:


Since you’re so intent on coming to see me all the time, why don’t we meet elsewhere? Maybe at a bar, or a restaurant? 

Call me, 1276 836692

(P.S. I just made up that number so please do not call it. xo)