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“Harry, you need to get up! You’re going to be late again, and I can only cover your sorry arse so many times!”
Harry groaned as he turned over in his bed, covering his ears with his pillow as his flatmate-slash-Auror-partner yelled through the closed door. He pulled his wand from his nightstand and cast a tempus, groaning again once he saw the time.
Five more minutes, he thought to himself, silently cursing the other man and his infuriating punctuality. He buried his face back into the pillows, avoiding the sunlight creeping in through the crack in the curtain.
He felt the sweet sensation of slumber wash over him, but it was quickly interrupted by pounding at the door.
“POTTER! Let’s go! We have a meeting this morning, or have you forgotten? Leave it to the Saviour to come and go to meetings as he pleases…” the voice grew muffled as it moved further away from the door.
“I’m up!” he called weakly, rolling onto his back. He briefly stared at the light fixture above him before working up the motivation to get out of the warm, cosy bed, and face this Monday with everything he had.
A clean pair of slacks, socks and shoes, and one of his Auror coats later, Harry was bounding down the hallway towards the kitchen. He ran a loose hand through his bedhead, as if to tame it. It didn’t work, as usual.
He stopped short in the doorway of the kitchen upon seeing what awaited him.
Draco Malfoy, crisp as ever in his Auror uniform, stood against the counter with a coffee mug in hand. His hair was neatly combed, as it always was. Harry forced himself to look away when the other man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he drank. He felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he observed the morning sunlight illuminating Draco’s hair and face.
Harry was so far gone.
It seemed Draco had noticed him, offering a small smirk as he grabbed a second coffee mug off of the counter.
“Here. You’re lucky I don’t want to see you moping around the office today.”
“I don’t mope,” Harry said, accepting the mug from Draco and taking a large gulp. It was perfect, just the thing he needed to start his day. He silently thanked the heavens that Draco knew how to make his coffee exactly how he liked it.
He emptied the rest of his mug in one large gulp, pulling it away from his face to find Draco smirking at him over his own coffee. “Ah yes, the Saviour of the wizarding world, can hardly get out of bed without a hefty dose of caffeine. I should contact the Prophet! They haven’t had much dirt on you lately. I can see the headlines now: Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, unable to function without the expertly made coffee of ex-Death Eater roommate Draco Malfoy. Now that would be a story,” he teased, taking another calculated sip of coffee.
Harry snorted. “Tosser.”
Draco smiled at him, and Harry tried to ignore the butterflies increasing their activity in his stomach. “Alright, Saviour, we’ve got to go. Robards will pitch a fit if you’re late again.”
Harry nodded and set his empty mug in the sink. “Lead the way.”
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“So, how was the date last night?” Harry asked from across their office. Draco looked up from the paperwork he was doing, peering over his reading glasses, with an annoyed look on his face.
“It was fine. Don’t you have work to do?”
“I’m working!” Harry exclaimed. Draco huffed, bringing over a large stack of paperwork and slamming it on Harry’s desk, right next to where his feet were propped up. He pulled his legs down as Draco sauntered back over to his own desk, no doubt with a smirk on his face. “Seriously, you prat, how was it?”
A small smile crept onto Draco’s lips as he tried to focus on his paperwork, but failed. “It was good. He’s really nice.”
A part of Harry’s heart sank, but he forced a smile anyway. “That’s great!”
Draco nodded. “I’m seeing him again tonight, actually.” Harry raised his eyebrows.
“Wow, it’s getting serious, huh?” he asked teasingly.
Draco rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. “Hardly. He’s just really nice, and I want to get to know him more. And, as an added bonus, he seems interested in more than just my cock.” Harry tried to hide his blush, burying his face into the paperwork. “This will be our fourth date, actually.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open in shock. He assumed that the dates that Draco had been on lately had been part of his normal pattern; find a guy, go on one date, shag him senseless, never talk to him again, and repeat. “Four dates? Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?”
Draco rolled his eyes again. “You’re ridiculous,” he said fondly. Harry tried not to let it fester in his mind, to no avail. He tuned back into the paperwork on his desk, trying to ignore the kaleidoscope of butterflies running rampant in his stomach.
“Seriously, four dates, Draco? You must really be head over heels.”
“Potter,” Draco warned, trying to hide the smile that wanted to come out. “I just like him, okay? And he seems to like me, too. I want to see where this goes. Alright?” He looked across the office at Harry, and their eyes met and held for a second. Harry looked away first, nodding.
“‘Course. I’m happy for you! This is exciting!”
Draco let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
Harry watched as Draco turned back to the pile of paperwork on his desk and had a delayed thought that he should do the same.
As he stared at the various reports needing to be filed, he couldn’t help but indulge in the thoughts that were swirling around his mind.
Draco had never gone on more than one date with a guy for the three years that he and Harry had lived together. What made this new guy so special?
Before he could dive deep into the thought, one of the secretaries knocked on their office door. “Auror Potter, Auror Malfoy, Head Auror Robards would like to see the both of you.”
Draco smirked at him, grabbing his jacket off of his chair. “Duty calls, Potter.”
“Yeah,” Harry said briefly, following the other man out of the office. He tried not to think about this guy Draco was going on another date with, but the thoughts kept trickling in as they walked to the Head Auror’s office.
Fuck.