Tags: auror!Harry, surprise homecoming
“So…” Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly, “we finally caught the poachers. I have portkey for tomorrow. I’ll arrive…seven twenty your time.”
On the other side of the floo fire, Ron was holding a squirming Hugo while Rose sat patiently in Hermione’s lap, smiling shyly at Harry whenever he glanced her way.
“We should have a welcome back party,” Ron said.
Hermione gave him a look.
Ron went on instantly, “He’s been off in China for nearly three months! It doesn’t have to be long, just a chance for everyone see him.”
“I don’t know…” Harry said tiredly, he glanced to the side when someone tapped his shoulder, “I’ve got to go, other people need the international floo. See you tomorrow? Tell Draco for me, I couldn’t get a hold of him earlier.”
Ron rolled his eyes.
“Of course we will,” Hermione assured him.
Harry ducked out the fire and fought down a yawn. Nearly three months tracking down dragon poachers all across Europe and Asia. They had only caught the poachers because they got sloppy killing a Chinese Fireball. Harry didn’t envy them, the Chinese wizarding community was very protective of their dragons and was pushing for the death sentence.
Harry shook his head, rubbed his temples and went back to his cot to sleep until his portkey departure.
Harry stumbled when he landed in the Ministry’s portkey arrivals. He was ushered off the platform and into Hermione and Ron’s tight embrace while his head and stomach were still reeling. One person was noticeably missing, however.
“Where’s Draco?” Harry glanced around, “You did tell him, right?”
“Well,” Hermione said, “Ron’s idea got me thinking-”
“You guys.” Harry groaned.
“It’ll be a surprise!” Hermione insisted.
“I don’t want surprises, I just want to see Draco.” Harry sighed.
He let them drag him along to a small bar that had been rented out for the night just for them. He smiled and laughed, greeting all his friends and family that had come out to see him and use his homecoming as an excuse to get absolutely pissed. He looked up every time the door opened, his heart squeezing in his chest so tight he felt like he might die.
He finally stood from the table, tapping Hermione on the shoulder, “This has been great but I’m going home. I need to see-”
A wave of silence washed through the bar behind him and Harry heard a familiar voice that made his eyes ache.
“Just one drink. I don’t know why I let you convince me to come out, Pans. I’m really not in the mood-”
Harry turned around, the crowd pulling back as Draco and Pansy stepped inside. Draco looked too thin and his eyes were shadowed, but he was still the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen.
Draco’s grey eyes snapped up and widened, “Harry?” He whispered, stumbling forward.
Harry’s cheeks felt like they might break from smiling as he ran to Draco wrapping his arms around his waist and lifting him briefly in a surge of adrenaline and happiness. Draco hugged Harry’s neck, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Harry’s voice cracked.
Draco cradled Harry’s face in his hands and kissed him breathless. They were both shaking.
“You’re too thin,” Draco scolded, his eyes roving over Harry as if trying to sear every inch of him into his memory, “have you been sleeping?”
“I could say the same thing about you,” Harry said faintly.
“I couldn’t stand it,” Draco said, pressing his forehead to Harry’s, “Don’t ever leave me again.”
“I don’t wa-”
“I mean it,” Draco interrupted fiercely, “Stay with me forever, Harry. Marry me.”
“Draco,” Harry breathed in shock.
Draco’s hands slid into Harry’s hair tangling in the curls, “Say yes,” he begged.
Harry swallowed hard, his voice coming out a wobbly mess on the verge of tears, “Yes.”
The whole building shivered with the force of the cheering, both Harry and Draco startling at the realization they weren’t alone. A round of drinks was ordered, congratulations were shouted but Harry didn’t care.
Harry tightened his grip on Draco waist, “Let’s go home.”