A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 21: Calling Home
Chapter Number/Total: 21/44
Chapter Title: Calling Home
Words: 1596 Words
Days and weeks seemed to fly by quickly, and Harry was accepted into the Auror training program by mid-August. At first, he had not liked it in the slightest. He'd not wanted to leave Draco for such a large chunk of the day, and he'd even come close to panicking a few times. That had gone over really well with the Head Auror, an older witch named Norma Temmer. Her first impression of Harry had been of a jumpy young man with a big reputation that didn't seem to fit the reality of him. Harry had thought it was rather obvious she didn't care for him, or think much of his “heroics.”
It also hadn't helped that his first days in the Ministry had been swarming with reporters and photographers – because of him, of course. It had annoyed a lot of the Department, and Auror Temmer the most. By that point, Harry had considered dropping out completely. Ron had talked him out of it.
He soon discovered that Temmer wasn't the only one who didn't like him. Auror Ahsen didn't like him, nor did Auror Dawlish. It wasn't as though they tried to make it obvious, he could just tell. And the Aurors weren't the only ones to look out for, either. There were, of course, other people besides Ron and Harry being trained as well. Most liked him just fine, and he knew a few of them. Roger Davies was in the program, and, to Harry's happy surprise, so was Angelina Johnson. But as with the higher-ranking Aurors, some of the students didn't like him either. Keelin O'Hara didn't try to hide her dislike, and he'd heard two men he hadn't known before – Mario De Luca and Reginald Stemp – laughing over his being too poncy for the program. It had taken all of Harry's self-control to not hex their bollocks off.
Where there was one extreme, there was the other. Auror Branson loved Harry, was rather in awe of him in fact, as was Auror Resh. He thought perhaps a girl named Danni Runner had a crush on him, and a bloke who had been in the program a little longer, Adam Penn, took Harry "under his wing".
Harry felt overwhelmed by it all. It was like being a first year again in a smaller school. He also worried about Draco constantly, even more than he might have usually. He was bloody pregnant for the love of Merlin, so Harry wasn't exactly at the top of his game. Honestly, he was lousy.
Eventually though, once he'd got a bit more used to it, it really wasn't too bad. There were more people that liked him than there were that didn't, and the fact that the training was basically advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which Harry excelled at, made it better as well.
Soon enough, by the middle of September actually, Harry was shooting to the top of every field, helping other students with their wandwork, and even bettering the teaching methods of some of the Aurors doing the training. He wasn't trying to show off, even though some people took it that way. After some time, even Temmer had started to like him quite a bit.
Things got especially better when Harry learnt he could make Floo calls home during breaks, and he took full advantage of it. He checked on Draco several times a day. He thought it got on some peoples' nerves, but he didn't give a damn about them.
At the moment he was impatiently tapping his quill on his desk, listening to Dawlish drone on about the importance of the Statute of Secrecy. He was one instructor that wouldn't take any of Harry's advice. He reminded Harry of a watered-down, far less scary version of Snape – as far as his dislike went, anyway.
The clock read 12:13, and break was at 12:15. God, Harry wanted to hit Dawlish sometimes. He kept them until the very last second.
Ron shook his head at Harry from the seat next to him and Harry only rolled his eyes, still tapping his quill.
"Who is making that noise?" Dawlish snapped suddenly. Harry stopped tapping, but the man had already seen him.
"I realise, Potter," he said, "that you feel this is a waste of your time. I realise that you have things you need to 'check' on." Someone snickered. "But you could show some professionalism and wait until I tell you to leave."
Harry clenched his teeth. "Sorry, sir," he said through them.
Dawlish looked pleased and settled himself again. "Muggles who happen upon magic can prove to be quite difficult to take care of, so it's always better to avoid detection except in the most extreme cases ..." He kept them for five extra minutes.
"Bloody fucking wanker," Harry muttered, walking with Ron to the lunchroom. "He does that to me on purpose."
"Yeah, well, you know he doesn't like it when you get all fidgety like that," Ron answered.
"It's only me that bothers him."
Ron grinned. "It's only you that can stand him up."
Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I've just been doing the Patronus Charm for a long time," he said.
"It knocked his out of the window."
Harry shrugged again and Ron chuckled at him.
They entered into the Auror-filled room within the next few minutes. Ron crossed to the food straight away, and Harry frowned when he saw Keelin talking with her boyfriend in the Floo. Fucking fuck Dawlish. Harry would have been first to the fireplace had he not kept them.
He walked up and stood a little away from Keelin, knowing that she knew he wanted to use the Floo as well. Everyone knew, and Keelin always took some kind of pleasure out of beating him there. Draco was probably wondering where he was, and it made Harry even more impatient.
"No, you're perfect," he heard her say in her lofty, snobbish voice. He wanted to trip her or something. Childish, but true. He tapped his foot.
She made a noise in her throat. "You can wait, you know," she said, looking over her shoulder.
Harry's frown grew. "I am waiting."
She sneered at him and turned back to her dear Pete, taking another five minutes with him. "Sorry," she said as Harry walked past her when she was finished. "I had to set up a date."
"Oh, of course," Harry shot back, making a face as he reached for the Floo powder and threw it into the flames. "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place," he said, sticking his head in the fire.
Draco had been pacing. He hated to admit it bothered him. Most of the time, he teased Harry about the frequent Floo calls. He didn't tell him how frightened he got when he didn't hear from him or how difficult it was to be alone so much of the time. Finally, the fire flickered and he dropped to his knees beside the hearth.
Harry felt the tension drain out of him at the sight of Draco. He smiled. "Hey, baby."
"You're late," Draco snapped.
Harry winced. "Yeah," he said. "Dawlish kept us and then I wasn't the first to the fire."
Draco frowned but nodded. "Oh," he said. "He's a prick."
"You're telling me?" Harry agreed, making another face. "I can't wait till I outrank him," he joked, smiling again.
"You will," Draco said firmly, hand unconsciously resting on his stomach as he talked to his lover.
Harry's eyes went soft at the gesture. "How are you doing today?" he asked.
Draco shrugged. "Fine," he said. "Been working on a potion that helps with nightmares."
Harry nodded. "That's good," he said. He sighed. Sometimes he wondered if these little visits were more torture than not, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stand it without them. "I want to touch you," he said quietly, aware of the people behind him.
"Yes, I miss you," Draco agreed. After so many months spending most of their time together, it was weird for them to be apart.
"Well," Harry said, "I guess I can't talk as long as usual. Keelin was here before me and had to set up a date." He did an imitation of her voice.
Draco smirked. One of his favourite things was when Harry would come home and tell him all the details of his day. "You always have a date," he teased.
"Hotter than Pete too," Harry said with a grin.
Draco smiled happily. He loved it when Harry complimented him. Especially when others could hear it.
Harry didn't want to go, and his heart ached a little at the thought, but he knew he had to at least be a little courteous to others. "I suppose I'll be home in a few hours," he said, knowing he sounded pitiful.
"Kreacher will have food ready and I will be waiting," Draco assured him.
"I love you," Harry told him, wishing they could kiss.
"I know," Draco teased.
Harry smiled, shaking his head. "I'll see you," he said.
"Soon," Draco confirmed, grinning at him.
"Soon," Harry repeated with one last smile, and he pulled his head out of the flames, sighing.
He got to his feet and turned to see Ron standing directly behind him. His face held an amused grimace. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You call him 'baby'?" Ron asked.
Harry flushed deeply. "Don't be an arsehole," he said.
Ron laughed. "Merlin ... baby!" he said, using what was about to become his new favourite word.
Chapter Title: Calling Home
Words: 1596 Words
Days and weeks seemed to fly by quickly, and Harry was accepted into the Auror training program by mid-August. At first, he had not liked it in the slightest. He'd not wanted to leave Draco for such a large chunk of the day, and he'd even come close to panicking a few times. That had gone over really well with the Head Auror, an older witch named Norma Temmer. Her first impression of Harry had been of a jumpy young man with a big reputation that didn't seem to fit the reality of him. Harry had thought it was rather obvious she didn't care for him, or think much of his “heroics.”
It also hadn't helped that his first days in the Ministry had been swarming with reporters and photographers – because of him, of course. It had annoyed a lot of the Department, and Auror Temmer the most. By that point, Harry had considered dropping out completely. Ron had talked him out of it.
He soon discovered that Temmer wasn't the only one who didn't like him. Auror Ahsen didn't like him, nor did Auror Dawlish. It wasn't as though they tried to make it obvious, he could just tell. And the Aurors weren't the only ones to look out for, either. There were, of course, other people besides Ron and Harry being trained as well. Most liked him just fine, and he knew a few of them. Roger Davies was in the program, and, to Harry's happy surprise, so was Angelina Johnson. But as with the higher-ranking Aurors, some of the students didn't like him either. Keelin O'Hara didn't try to hide her dislike, and he'd heard two men he hadn't known before – Mario De Luca and Reginald Stemp – laughing over his being too poncy for the program. It had taken all of Harry's self-control to not hex their bollocks off.
Where there was one extreme, there was the other. Auror Branson loved Harry, was rather in awe of him in fact, as was Auror Resh. He thought perhaps a girl named Danni Runner had a crush on him, and a bloke who had been in the program a little longer, Adam Penn, took Harry "under his wing".
Harry felt overwhelmed by it all. It was like being a first year again in a smaller school. He also worried about Draco constantly, even more than he might have usually. He was bloody pregnant for the love of Merlin, so Harry wasn't exactly at the top of his game. Honestly, he was lousy.
Eventually though, once he'd got a bit more used to it, it really wasn't too bad. There were more people that liked him than there were that didn't, and the fact that the training was basically advanced Defence Against the Dark Arts class, which Harry excelled at, made it better as well.
Soon enough, by the middle of September actually, Harry was shooting to the top of every field, helping other students with their wandwork, and even bettering the teaching methods of some of the Aurors doing the training. He wasn't trying to show off, even though some people took it that way. After some time, even Temmer had started to like him quite a bit.
Things got especially better when Harry learnt he could make Floo calls home during breaks, and he took full advantage of it. He checked on Draco several times a day. He thought it got on some peoples' nerves, but he didn't give a damn about them.
At the moment he was impatiently tapping his quill on his desk, listening to Dawlish drone on about the importance of the Statute of Secrecy. He was one instructor that wouldn't take any of Harry's advice. He reminded Harry of a watered-down, far less scary version of Snape – as far as his dislike went, anyway.
The clock read 12:13, and break was at 12:15. God, Harry wanted to hit Dawlish sometimes. He kept them until the very last second.
Ron shook his head at Harry from the seat next to him and Harry only rolled his eyes, still tapping his quill.
"Who is making that noise?" Dawlish snapped suddenly. Harry stopped tapping, but the man had already seen him.
"I realise, Potter," he said, "that you feel this is a waste of your time. I realise that you have things you need to 'check' on." Someone snickered. "But you could show some professionalism and wait until I tell you to leave."
Harry clenched his teeth. "Sorry, sir," he said through them.
Dawlish looked pleased and settled himself again. "Muggles who happen upon magic can prove to be quite difficult to take care of, so it's always better to avoid detection except in the most extreme cases ..." He kept them for five extra minutes.
"Bloody fucking wanker," Harry muttered, walking with Ron to the lunchroom. "He does that to me on purpose."
"Yeah, well, you know he doesn't like it when you get all fidgety like that," Ron answered.
"It's only me that bothers him."
Ron grinned. "It's only you that can stand him up."
Harry rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I've just been doing the Patronus Charm for a long time," he said.
"It knocked his out of the window."
Harry shrugged again and Ron chuckled at him.
They entered into the Auror-filled room within the next few minutes. Ron crossed to the food straight away, and Harry frowned when he saw Keelin talking with her boyfriend in the Floo. Fucking fuck Dawlish. Harry would have been first to the fireplace had he not kept them.
He walked up and stood a little away from Keelin, knowing that she knew he wanted to use the Floo as well. Everyone knew, and Keelin always took some kind of pleasure out of beating him there. Draco was probably wondering where he was, and it made Harry even more impatient.
"No, you're perfect," he heard her say in her lofty, snobbish voice. He wanted to trip her or something. Childish, but true. He tapped his foot.
She made a noise in her throat. "You can wait, you know," she said, looking over her shoulder.
Harry's frown grew. "I am waiting."
She sneered at him and turned back to her dear Pete, taking another five minutes with him. "Sorry," she said as Harry walked past her when she was finished. "I had to set up a date."
"Oh, of course," Harry shot back, making a face as he reached for the Floo powder and threw it into the flames. "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place," he said, sticking his head in the fire.
Draco had been pacing. He hated to admit it bothered him. Most of the time, he teased Harry about the frequent Floo calls. He didn't tell him how frightened he got when he didn't hear from him or how difficult it was to be alone so much of the time. Finally, the fire flickered and he dropped to his knees beside the hearth.
Harry felt the tension drain out of him at the sight of Draco. He smiled. "Hey, baby."
"You're late," Draco snapped.
Harry winced. "Yeah," he said. "Dawlish kept us and then I wasn't the first to the fire."
Draco frowned but nodded. "Oh," he said. "He's a prick."
"You're telling me?" Harry agreed, making another face. "I can't wait till I outrank him," he joked, smiling again.
"You will," Draco said firmly, hand unconsciously resting on his stomach as he talked to his lover.
Harry's eyes went soft at the gesture. "How are you doing today?" he asked.
Draco shrugged. "Fine," he said. "Been working on a potion that helps with nightmares."
Harry nodded. "That's good," he said. He sighed. Sometimes he wondered if these little visits were more torture than not, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stand it without them. "I want to touch you," he said quietly, aware of the people behind him.
"Yes, I miss you," Draco agreed. After so many months spending most of their time together, it was weird for them to be apart.
"Well," Harry said, "I guess I can't talk as long as usual. Keelin was here before me and had to set up a date." He did an imitation of her voice.
Draco smirked. One of his favourite things was when Harry would come home and tell him all the details of his day. "You always have a date," he teased.
"Hotter than Pete too," Harry said with a grin.
Draco smiled happily. He loved it when Harry complimented him. Especially when others could hear it.
Harry didn't want to go, and his heart ached a little at the thought, but he knew he had to at least be a little courteous to others. "I suppose I'll be home in a few hours," he said, knowing he sounded pitiful.
"Kreacher will have food ready and I will be waiting," Draco assured him.
"I love you," Harry told him, wishing they could kiss.
"I know," Draco teased.
Harry smiled, shaking his head. "I'll see you," he said.
"Soon," Draco confirmed, grinning at him.
"Soon," Harry repeated with one last smile, and he pulled his head out of the flames, sighing.
He got to his feet and turned to see Ron standing directly behind him. His face held an amused grimace. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"You call him 'baby'?" Ron asked.
Harry flushed deeply. "Don't be an arsehole," he said.
Ron laughed. "Merlin ... baby!" he said, using what was about to become his new favourite word.