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Auror - A Dangerous Job

(Day 9 of 30 day OTP challenge - Hugging)

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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.”

anyway can you imagine how good jim would be in a zombie apocalypse. not even trained trollhunter jim, just ordinary teenage boy, lowkey fascinated by zombies, meticulous about everything jim

Eu começo assim, sempre arrumando uma desculpa para definir o porquê de eu estar ou não fazendo o que eu realmente quero. Eu digo que é o trabalho, que são os nossos amassos, eu digo, eu repito, mas no fim das contas é só uma desculpa para te afirmar que eu me distraí. Me distraí da vida, do mundo, das pequenas e grandes tempestades da vida, de tudo que me afetava, só para ter o foco em você… Então, as coisas perdem a graça nos dias que eu não te vejo, te sinto, te ouço… Chego a conclusão que a minha maior distração é você. E eu nunca amei tanto assim ser tão distraído, até que chegou ao triste fato de que eu descobri que toda essa distração tinha outro nome e se chamava Deficit de Atenção, você também foi embora e me distrair por você parece besteira e eu até me esqueço do seu nome, da sua voz, da sua fisionomia quando eu tomo Ritalina. Você era realmente uma distração, uma distração da minha vida e não da minha atenção.
—  Uma Poeta Flagelada queria falar de amor, mas eu, seu Guardião, dei uma Ritalina e ela recobrou a consciência.

E lo so,
che tu sei insicura
e credi di non andare bene,
di non essere capace,
ma io dico
guardati.
Sei perfetta,
con tutti i tuoi piccoli difetti,
con tutte le tue vecchie cicatrici,
con tutte le tue grandi paranoie,
non avere paura di splendere.
Quella forza luminosa
io l'ho vista in te,
quindi continua a brillare
e fallo,
ancora di più.
E brilla,
perché tutto è buio
e io ne ho bisogno.
Ho bisogno
di te
così tanto.

Mi dispiace per lui, sul serio. In lui vedevo del buono, di lui ho visto un lato che probabilmente nessuno ha mai visto. L'unica cosa che volevo fare era salvarlo.
Ho lottato così tanto per lui che adesso poso le armi, volto le spalle e vado via.
—  Forte come due ma sei solo una