A Harry to Keep Me Warm
Title: A Harry to Keep Me Warm
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1,000
Author's notes: Written for slythindor100's fall challenge: word list. (Firelight, Cider, Cinnamon, Orange, Bonfires, Chenille throws, Wool socks, Red, Fireplace, Hearth, Rug, Kisses, Wind, Frost, Jumpers/Sweaters, Apple, Yellow, Cozy)
Summary: Draco misses Harry when he's away
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
The wind was starting to pick up. A frosty chill swept through the cottage, making Draco shiver. He waved his wand absently and the window shut with a soft click. Another spell lit up the fireplace. Draco smiled as orange and yellow flames flared in the hearth, bathing the room in a warm, cozy glow. His smile faded slightly as he glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was a present from Molly- a replica of an old Weasley heirloom. One silver hand- representing Draco, obviously- pointed to ‘home’. But the golden hand- the one for Harry- was set at a different location.
Harry James Potter: Work.
Knowing that Harry would be home soon didn’t make it any easier. This was the longest he’d ever been away for a mission-two whole weeks. At least he was diligent about calling every day. Draco tried his best to sound cheerful and nonchalant, but he doubted he was fooling his husband. The few minutes he spent in front of the fire, waiting for Harry’s smiling face to appear in the red flames; they were starting to become the highlight of his day.
Pansy had teased him relentlessly at first but when Draco started wearing one of Harry’s old jumpers just to combat his growing sense of loneliness, she stopped. Now, she just dragged him to go apple picking or sing-alongs at bonfires or other events that he had no desire to attend without his husband.
No, all he wanted was Harry. To kiss him again and feel those warm, strong arms holding him tight...
Draco sighed and settled on the rug with a mug of cider warming his palms. He inhaled the spicy scent of cinnamon and watched the firelight patiently, waiting for the flames to shift and announce Harry’s arrival. He would call, surely. He always did.
The fire had dimmed down considerably by the time his eyes closed.
As he drifted off to slumber, Draco’s last coherent thought was of green eyes filled with warmth and strong arms wrapped protectively around him.
****
Harry hastily scribbled down a few last minute details in his report and handed the sealed envelope over to an impatient Ministry owl.
“For Head Auror Dawlish,” he muttered, swiping a tired hand over his face. The owl hooted disapprovingly and pecked his thumb, before taking off swiftly. Harry watched its silhouette against the dark Romanian sky for a few minutes. Then, he shut the window and lit up the fireplace.
It was already late. Draco might have gone to bed by now. Harry felt a renewed sense of irritation. He hated this stupid assignment, he hated being so far away from his husband and he absolutely hated Dawlish for making him work late. These late night Floo calls were the only thing keeping him going and the thought of having missed Draco altogether... it just wasn’t fair.
“Godric’s Hollow,” Harry murmured, throwing a small pinch of Powder in the flames. The living room of his little cottage took shape from the flames. Harry smiled at the welcoming sight and looked closer, hoping to see his husband. Draco usually waited up for him. Had he given up and gone to bed?
“Draco?” Harry called cautiously. “Love, are you...oh.”
He emitted a surprised chuckle when he finally caught sight of his husband. Draco was curled up on the rug, fast asleep. His lips were slightly parted and his tousled, blond hair gleamed in the dim light. He was huddled under a flimsy chenille throw with wool socks covering his feet, and he was wearing one of Harry’s old Weasley jumpers.
The moment was a curious blend of adorable and heartbreaking. A small, sad smile tugged at Harry’s lips. Had Draco fallen asleep waiting for him? Had he tired himself out? What if he was cold? The thought was melancholy. It made him want to reach out over the thousands of miles between him and Draco and just...hold him until he was warm.
But he couldn’t. Harry sighed and raked a frustrated hand over his head. He still had two more days to go until his assignment was over. He would just have to hold out until then. He would see Draco again in no time. It wasn’t such a big deal.
But, there Draco was-alone and camped out in front of the fireplace. What if he was cold?
Harry made a decision. He scribbled down a quick note explaining his sudden absence with a wee bit of embellishment- no one was going to question him over a sudden touch of Levitation Sickness anyway- and left it on his desk. Then he packed his bags with a quick spell and practically flew through the fireplace.
****
Draco woke to the familiar sensation of warm kisses against his neck and a strong arm around his waist.
“Harry?” he murmured, before he was even entirely awake.
“Shh,” Harry murmured, pressing another soft kiss below his ear. “Go back to sleep, love. I’m right here.”
Draco frowned in sleep addled confusion. Harry was here. But Harry was away. He definitely remembered that part because he’d been sad about it earlier. How could Harry be here when he was also away?
Then the Harry (who may or may not be a sleep induced hallucination) shushed him and peppered his forehead with soft kisses, pulling the covers around him carefully.
“I’m here,” he confirmed. “I missed you too.”
Draco decided to take his word for it and settled down, despite all the questions ringing in his head. For now at least, Harry was here. And he wasn’t going away any time soon. Just to be sure though, Draco opened one eye and took a quick glance at the clock on the mantle.
Harry James Potter: Home.
It was good enough.
Feeling warm for the first time in ages, Draco closed his eyes and drifted off.
Rating: PG 13
Word Count: 1,000
Author's notes: Written for slythindor100's fall challenge: word list. (Firelight, Cider, Cinnamon, Orange, Bonfires, Chenille throws, Wool socks, Red, Fireplace, Hearth, Rug, Kisses, Wind, Frost, Jumpers/Sweaters, Apple, Yellow, Cozy)
Summary: Draco misses Harry when he's away
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
The wind was starting to pick up. A frosty chill swept through the cottage, making Draco shiver. He waved his wand absently and the window shut with a soft click. Another spell lit up the fireplace. Draco smiled as orange and yellow flames flared in the hearth, bathing the room in a warm, cozy glow. His smile faded slightly as he glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was a present from Molly- a replica of an old Weasley heirloom. One silver hand- representing Draco, obviously- pointed to ‘home’. But the golden hand- the one for Harry- was set at a different location.
Harry James Potter: Work.
Knowing that Harry would be home soon didn’t make it any easier. This was the longest he’d ever been away for a mission-two whole weeks. At least he was diligent about calling every day. Draco tried his best to sound cheerful and nonchalant, but he doubted he was fooling his husband. The few minutes he spent in front of the fire, waiting for Harry’s smiling face to appear in the red flames; they were starting to become the highlight of his day.
Pansy had teased him relentlessly at first but when Draco started wearing one of Harry’s old jumpers just to combat his growing sense of loneliness, she stopped. Now, she just dragged him to go apple picking or sing-alongs at bonfires or other events that he had no desire to attend without his husband.
No, all he wanted was Harry. To kiss him again and feel those warm, strong arms holding him tight...
Draco sighed and settled on the rug with a mug of cider warming his palms. He inhaled the spicy scent of cinnamon and watched the firelight patiently, waiting for the flames to shift and announce Harry’s arrival. He would call, surely. He always did.
The fire had dimmed down considerably by the time his eyes closed.
As he drifted off to slumber, Draco’s last coherent thought was of green eyes filled with warmth and strong arms wrapped protectively around him.
****
Harry hastily scribbled down a few last minute details in his report and handed the sealed envelope over to an impatient Ministry owl.
“For Head Auror Dawlish,” he muttered, swiping a tired hand over his face. The owl hooted disapprovingly and pecked his thumb, before taking off swiftly. Harry watched its silhouette against the dark Romanian sky for a few minutes. Then, he shut the window and lit up the fireplace.
It was already late. Draco might have gone to bed by now. Harry felt a renewed sense of irritation. He hated this stupid assignment, he hated being so far away from his husband and he absolutely hated Dawlish for making him work late. These late night Floo calls were the only thing keeping him going and the thought of having missed Draco altogether... it just wasn’t fair.
“Godric’s Hollow,” Harry murmured, throwing a small pinch of Powder in the flames. The living room of his little cottage took shape from the flames. Harry smiled at the welcoming sight and looked closer, hoping to see his husband. Draco usually waited up for him. Had he given up and gone to bed?
“Draco?” Harry called cautiously. “Love, are you...oh.”
He emitted a surprised chuckle when he finally caught sight of his husband. Draco was curled up on the rug, fast asleep. His lips were slightly parted and his tousled, blond hair gleamed in the dim light. He was huddled under a flimsy chenille throw with wool socks covering his feet, and he was wearing one of Harry’s old Weasley jumpers.
The moment was a curious blend of adorable and heartbreaking. A small, sad smile tugged at Harry’s lips. Had Draco fallen asleep waiting for him? Had he tired himself out? What if he was cold? The thought was melancholy. It made him want to reach out over the thousands of miles between him and Draco and just...hold him until he was warm.
But he couldn’t. Harry sighed and raked a frustrated hand over his head. He still had two more days to go until his assignment was over. He would just have to hold out until then. He would see Draco again in no time. It wasn’t such a big deal.
But, there Draco was-alone and camped out in front of the fireplace. What if he was cold?
Harry made a decision. He scribbled down a quick note explaining his sudden absence with a wee bit of embellishment- no one was going to question him over a sudden touch of Levitation Sickness anyway- and left it on his desk. Then he packed his bags with a quick spell and practically flew through the fireplace.
****
Draco woke to the familiar sensation of warm kisses against his neck and a strong arm around his waist.
“Harry?” he murmured, before he was even entirely awake.
“Shh,” Harry murmured, pressing another soft kiss below his ear. “Go back to sleep, love. I’m right here.”
Draco frowned in sleep addled confusion. Harry was here. But Harry was away. He definitely remembered that part because he’d been sad about it earlier. How could Harry be here when he was also away?
Then the Harry (who may or may not be a sleep induced hallucination) shushed him and peppered his forehead with soft kisses, pulling the covers around him carefully.
“I’m here,” he confirmed. “I missed you too.”
Draco decided to take his word for it and settled down, despite all the questions ringing in his head. For now at least, Harry was here. And he wasn’t going away any time soon. Just to be sure though, Draco opened one eye and took a quick glance at the clock on the mantle.
Harry James Potter: Home.
It was good enough.
Feeling warm for the first time in ages, Draco closed his eyes and drifted off.