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Upon hearing the door close, rather slowly than normally. Harry had a habit of almost smashing the door into a million pieces whenever he had a shitty day at the Ministry which was everyday to be honest. He felt uneasy as he rushed down the stairs towards the door, trying not to hurry as much as possible which wasn't a lot to be completely honest.
Harry was standing at the threshold, with an ashen face trying to open his red and black Auror coat with his left hand, when Draco descended the stairs. He immediately stopped and looked into the blond's eyes. Draco saw it immediately, something was amiss, something had happened to his Harry. Although he was afraid to ask, he still did in a bare whisper.
"It's nothing honestly." Harry tried to be nonchalant about it and shrugged, wincing horribly.
"Show me." He demanded. Harry looked at him with a blank face and asked what he was on about. Draco went forward and slowly opened the coat only to find the right arm drenched in a liquid which turned out to be blood. Harry's arm sported a huge wound which was still bleeding. The wound stretched from his elbow almost to his wrist. He dragged his gaze away from the wound and towards his fiancé who was smiling sheepishly at him, making Draco more angry than concerned.
"What on earth are you doing here and not at Mungo's, Potter? Care to explain because I just can't see it myself?" He said in a low voice, reminding himself that it wouldn't do good to yell at Harry now. But that bloody git always did this, no matter the situation he would come home rather than going to the healers. Most times either it was a small wound or he would be completely knocked out which meant he would be dragged to Mungo's by one of his team or Draco would heal him. He had no idea how the prat talked out of going there.
Where the fuck was Weasley?!?!
"Well it isn't that big and you know I don't like going there. The people still look at me like I'm a different species or something and I fucking hate that. And there isn't something a good Episkey can't fix." He smiled widely at Draco, while he tried to lift his hand, grimacing badly.
"Stop doing that and stop being such a stubborn prat all the time. Now come on, in, let's see what I can do." They directly went to the washroom where he immediately instructed Harry to sit down in the tub and not move. He then proceeded to remove his shirt with a wave of his wand and filled a bowl with water, warming it with a charm and sat down on a stool next to the tub, looking dubiously at the wound. He still felt that he should take Harry to Mungo's but he knew it would be an fruitless attempt.
"One of these days, Harry, you'll give me a heart attack if you just keep getting yourself injured liked this again and again," he took a deep breath trying to calm himself down, it didn't help much. "I love you, I can't lose you tho one of your stupid Auror Missions." He started cleaning the wound with a soft cloth, watching the water turn a darker shade of pink as he dipped the cloth again and again.
"I'm sorry, I'll try to be better, I promise. No more injuries." Harry said but they both knew that it was a lie, he didn't feel like calling him out on it now, so he just kept cleaning the wound.
He summoned a wound cleaning potion next, glaring at his fiancé who hissed when he pressed the second cloth to the wound. He hated seeing Harry like this, it made his heart ache but he couldn't find it in himself to ask him to give up being an Auror or take up the Head Auror position that he had been which would mean next to no fieldwork for him. But he knew that Harry wouldn't be happy, he loved the thrill which came from being on the field even if it meant getting seriously injured at times. It kept him awake at nights, not knowing if his Harry would return or not. He had tried doing anything and everything to keep him distracted when Harry was gone for a day or for weeks at a stretch but nothing ever helped.
If Ron had gone with him, he felt a bit relieved and he asked Hermione to come over, together it was easier to endure. He knew that for Harry, his Auror job was quite important, it made him less guilty about how he couldn't have saved his loved ones in the war but he was saving others loved ones. But still it was times like this that made Draco hate Harry's job even more, he resented it. He couldn't make Harry understand that while he was trying to save others' loved ones, Draco's was at a huge risk. To Harry, his life had almost no value, he would give it up in an instant if it meant someone else's good. He knew that but still........
"Draco...." Harry whispered but he refused to look at him, continuity to treat the wound.
"Draco...." Harry called again and he reluctantly looked up at his blurred figured and realized that he had tears in his eyes.
Harry brought up his good arm to cup his face gently, and wipe the year which escaped from his eye. He leaned into the touch, tilting his face slightly to kiss the hand before returning to the task at hand.
It took a couple of more minutes before the wound was completely cleaned and sealed with a careful Episkey. He ran his hand across the newly healed arm, trying to calm his own self.
"Babe......look at me please." Harry pleaded.
He looked up, directly into his emerald eyes, which were filled with sorrow and concern. "It's nothing, love. There's nothing you can't heal. I'm perfectly fine, don't cry please." His words were a balm, which Draco refused to take.
"It could have been, Harry. What if I can't do anything and it gets too late. You are no longer doing this, Harry James Potter. From this moment onwards you'll be going directly to the hospital, I don't care that you hate that place. You'll do it for me, and without complain. Am I clear?" He tried to keep his voice firm but it wavered at the end.
If nothing else, it was better than asking him to quit for long. It would keep him sane for the time being, knowing Harry would be in the best hands.
"Crystal, I would go directly go there and send for you as well because I'm not going to be there alone, even for a short period of time. Now come here." Harry said as he opened his arms and Draco went into his arms without a moment's hesitation.
He hugged him tightly for a moment, putting his head on his solid chest, hearing his heart beat strongly against his ear. Harry took his face in his hands after a while and gave him a slow kiss, trying to rely what he couldn't in words. Draco returned it with much more force, putting all his worry and concern into it, lavishing the feel of Harry infront of him.
It didn't do anything other than lessen his worries a bit and for now that was enough for him.