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Malfoy groggily woke up from his sleep by a pair of arms dragging him upwards to stand. He could barely stand on shaky feet but he managed.
“Malfoy! Wake up son, your boyfriend’s here to bail you out!” It was the same cop as the night before.
Walking out of the cold cell, Malfoy only managed out a “huh” before being sat on a chair and forced to sign a stack of paperwork.
“Once you finish signing these, you’ll be good to go!” The officer left with a pat on his shoulder.
Boyfriend?
Malfoy wondered just who it could be. He hasn't had one of those since Hogwarts. Unless...
“No…” he muttered out. It can’t be.
Turns out, it can be.
For there he is standing in all his Auror uniform glory, Harry Potter himself stood in front of the desk in the police station. His arms were extended outwards as if ushering Malfoy into a greeting hug, which Draco could not resist.
Still with his cuffs on, Draco Malfoy dejectedly walked into the warm embrace, tilting his head downwards into the nook of Potter’s neck. He felt Potter’s arms hug him back, almost scared Malfoy would leave.
“It’s good to see you, Malfoy,” whispered Potter into his cold, red ears.
He sounded a little different than on the phone, curse that old phone’s speaker, but he sounded straight out of Draco’s memories of Hogwarts.
He couldn’t help but let a sigh pass his lips.
“It’s good to see you too, Potter.”
A polite cough awoke the two from their hug. Draco’s head looked backwards and of course, the same police officer was eyeing them.
“Sorry to disturb your lovebird show, but uh, don’t you wanna get out of those cuffs, son?”
After getting out of those cuffs and signing some more paperwork, the magical pair finally left the police precinct with matching smiles.
“Potter,” he started.
“Yes, Malfoy?”
“Thanks for bailing me out, I’ll wire you the money soon.”
“No need, Malfoy, I was wishing on spending my inheritance on friends anyway.”
Friends? Is that what they are?
“I’m glad I’m your friend then. Thank you again, Potter. I’ll repay you some other way.”
“Actually, I was wondering if you could do me a favour.”
“What is it?”
“It’s better if you sit down for this. Let’s go into that cafe over there.”
Potter pointed at a well-known cafe Draco liked to buy pastries from occasionally. Seconds later, Draco held open the cafe door for Potter to enter.
“What a gentleman,” commented Potter.
“Mother didn’t raise no bastard,” replied Draco easily in a fake American accent which elicited a laugh out of Potter as he strolled inside as well.
As they waited for their orders to be called, the pair sat on a table in the middle of the cafe. Not wanting to waste time, Potter got to talking.
“The Department of Aurors needs a new Potion Master. The old one got fired for corruption. And I thought who would be a better fit for the job than Draco Malfoy?”
Draco did not know how to respond. He had taken a couple of potion orders as some semblance of a part-time job, but he’d hardly consider himself a potion master.
“I may take potion orders, Potter, but I’m no potion master-“
“They’ll train you further for months before officiating you as one! I remember how dastardly good you were in potion classes, please, Draco.”
Silence fell on the table.
“Why did you hang up last night?” whispered Draco, his voice a tad shakier than he wanted it to be. He heard Potter take a deep inhale.
“I’m sorry about that, truly, Draco, my office doesn’t allow personal calls on shifts. They immediately cut off our call once I answered it. I am very sorry.” Potter’s voice sounded so sincere it felt like it choked Draco.
Just then, Draco felt a lingering touch on his hand. Potter’s smaller, rough fingers stayed on his hand’s back.
“If I had known I was your emergency call, I would have never hung up until I was at the station myself,” his voice came to a whisper. It tingled Draco’s still red ears.
“It’s fine. It wasn’t your fault, it’s that dreary Auror office rules’ fault.”
Draco flipped his hand so he could hold Potter’s fingers in his own. Their fingers intertwined softly, Draco cradled Potter’s fingers as if they could break any second now.
These same fingers saved the Wizarding World, Draco thought. And yet, those calloused, innocent fingers lay gently on his own sinful cracked hand. Draco felt guilty suddenly, pulling his hand to release their hold, but for as small as they were, Potter had a strong grip on him.
“Please-“ Harry muttered, “just stay. Like this.”
And stay like that he did.
Draco’s wandering blue eyes met Potter’s fiery brown, filled with determination. He imagined his own were filled to the brim with depression and desperation. What a contrast, huh?
“Where would I live? You know they confiscated the manor years ago.”
“Stay with me. Please. My dorm is far too small, and I’m planning on renting an apartment somewhere.”
Silence fell on the table again.
“How about London? The change of scenery would do you some good, I imagine.”
“Together?”
“Together. Here or there, I don’t care, Potter, just- Just let me be more with you.”
“I’d like that. More of us.”
A smile graced that tanned skin beautifully. Draco felt his own face mirror Potter’s expression.
“And, Draco, it’s Harry, not Potter.”
A snort escaped Draco’s small smile.
“Okay, Harry.”
Harry, honest to Salazar, giggled at that. Draco couldn’t help himself.
“What? You like that, don’t you? Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry, my dear Harry.”
With every word, Draco got closer and closer to Harry, their distance on the table mere centimetres now.
Red started to show on Harry’s cheeks. Dear Merlin, he’s blushing. Now is that not the cutest thing Draco’s ever seen?
“I like me.”
It was barely a whisper, yet Draco heard it all the same due to their small distance.
“I like you too, Harry.”
“No- I meant I like you, Malfoy- Wait. What do you mean you like me too?”
Now it’s Draco’s turn to laugh.
“Of course, I like you, Harry. I meant what I said that day. I wish we were more, Harry. Always did.”
A beat.
“Wow, Draco, I didn’t know you were obsessed with me-“ “That’s it I’m leaving.”
Draco, ever committed to the bit, started to stand up.
“No, please come back, Draco!”
Harry's rambunctious laugh escaped him as he tried to drag the taller man back to the table. After settling back down, the smile hadn’t left Draco’s face. All because of one stupid Harry Potter.
“Fine, I’ll try becoming the potions master.”
“Really?!”
A gleam in Harry’s eyes shone so brightly at Draco’s words.
“Actually, now that I think about it, maybe I shouldn’t…”
“Draco, you meanie!”
Both of them huffed a laugh at that.
“Really, Potter? Meanie?” asked Draco in disbelief.
“First, it’s Harry to you, and second, yes, you are a meanie!”
They both started to laugh loudly, earning them a few looks from the cafe’s other patrons. They could care less about the annoyed stares if it meant they’re together having a joyous time.
“Alright, Harry, I think it’s time we start searching for some apartments in London?”
“And a long-haired cat named McGonagall?”
“And, perhaps, some ingredients for you to cook breakfast tomorrow?”
“Hm, how about we start with that kiss you promised me, Malfoy?”
Draco couldn’t help it, a smirk appeared on his face. He started inching closer to Harry’s smiling face.
“First,” a peck on Harry’s cheek, “it’s Draco for you.”
“And second,” another kiss on Harry’s forehead, “thanks for the reminder.”
With that, long fingers grabbed Harry’s chin, tilting it upwards for easier access.
The two connected their lips in a deep, chaste kiss. Draco stopped counting the seconds since they started smooching, for he could stay like this forever should they want to.
Harry was the first to draw back, taking a deep inhale of air.
“Dear Merlin, I couldn’t breathe,” Harry huffed out.
“You’re supposed to breathe through your nose, dimwit,” Draco said in between soft laughter.
“Ugh, whatever,” Harry replied with an eye roll before latching his two hands on Draco’s shirt collar and pulling him forward.
This time, their lips collided messily, with tongues swirling and fighting for control. Harry gave up in the middle and submitted to Draco’s desires with a small moan in the back of his throat. Draco smirked at that for a second before diving back in for more.
“Ehem.”
A loud cough surprised the pair from kissing and they separated rather quickly to look at their interrupter.
“An iced caramel macchiato and hot black coffee for a… Hardy?!” The poor barista has been calling for a Hardy for a few minutes now.
“That would be our order,” said Harry in between harsh inhales.
“I’ll go get them for us,” replied Draco before he stood up and went to the counter.
‘Us’, huh? I like the sound of that, Harry thought.
A big smile crept its way to his lips as he watched Draco take their drinks. Draco looked back and gave a wink to the staring Harry.
I could get used to this, Draco thought at the sight of Harry blushing.
-fin.