An Auror a Day

A/N ~ this started off as a rp between me and and old rp partner but since it was a good story line, I’ve decided to post it and finish it. So far there are 12 chapters that we rp’d so it’s not all mine.

I love my reviewers!!! The smut will be coming soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.



Chapter Three


Draco never had time to react when Harry's lips were on his. He just froze and still didn't move even when Harry dashed from the room. He found himself licking his lips a moment later as he looked down at the bottle in his hands. He definitely needed a drink now. It didn't even occur to him that Harry wasn't supposed to leave him unattended. He poured himself a glass and glugged it down in one go before pouring another, this time just sipping at it. Did... did that just really happen?

Harry paced outside the kitchen. He learned that the corridor was five and a half steps wide. Did he just do that? Shit. Fuck. Bollocks. Was he mad? No Draco’s hot. You know he is. His traitorous inner voice. And it had joined forces with his traitorous imagination.

“OUCH!” He swore as he walked straight into the wall, lost in his thoughts.

Draco heard Harry shout and forgot about the kiss for a split second - had someone gotten into the house? He stopped in the doorway with the glass and bottle in his hands and panic written all over his face. But there was no one there apart from Harry, who was rubbing his head. Draco was about to ask what just happened when he noticed the portrait on the wall swinging gently. Then he remembered why Harry had walked out in the first place and froze. "Uhhh.." He dropped his gaze and noticed that the bottle was half empty and wondered if Harry would still play war with him for exceeding more than one glass.

Harry looked up and blushed. “Uhh....” He saw the bottle and frowned. “You broke your promise to me.” For some reason that hurt. Alot. A look of pain crossed his face and he held back tears. Bloody hell! Why are you crying? It’s not like he betrayed you.

He turned away and sighed, hands clenched at his sides.

Draco opened and closed his mouth a few times before laughing. "After what just happened, I've done well not to neck the entire bottle! And I never promised anything!" Harry looked mad and Draco just couldn't get his head around it, which made him a little mad too. He just huffed for a while before speaking again in a quiet voice. "But technically, I didn't have that much. I drank one glass quickly and have only had a few sips of this one." This was getting even more peculiar by the minute - a Malfoy, justifying his actions!?

Harry shrugged. “You still broke your promise. It doesn’t matter....” He trailed off and turned around. “No more?” He asked. He ran his hand through his hair as his mind caught up with Draco’s words. He gasped and did a rather good impression of frog. Was Draco explaining his actions? His eyes narrowed and he shrugged again. Never mind. Sort that out later.

“I’m sorry for that,” he gestured towards the kitchen.

Draco moved back into the kitchen when the kiss was mentioned, his cheeks flushing. He placed the glass and bottle on the counter and sighed. It actually hurt to think that Harry wished he hadn't done it, that he didn't enjoy it. "Don't be. I liked it." Fuck it. Maybe that wine was rather strong after all; he would have rather walked over hot coals rather than admit that had the alcohol not tricked him into letting slip.

”And I thought I’d get a Malfoy answer, like ‘that wasn’t a kiss,’ or ‘let me show you what a real kiss is,’” Harry teased. He followed Draco and sniffed the air.

“Um... something’s burning....”

"What? Ahh, shit." Draco had forgotten all about the food and rushed over to the oven. He levitated it out and on to the counter top. It was pretty much ruined. "Great." Draco was like a child when he was in a mood. He pouted, he stamped his foot, and he threw things and hit things. It was certainly childishly stupid of him to try and push the red hot dish along the counter away from him. He didn't shout, just gasped and held his breath hoping Harry hadn't noticed.

Harry noticed the gasp and rushed over. He grabbed Draco’s hand in his and whispered a spell to reduce the effect of the burn. He whispered another and a bowl of icy water appeared in front of them. Harry plunged Draco’s hand into it, still holding hands.

“That was stupid. Don’t worry, I’ll make something. I’m a reasonable cook. My relatives used to make me cook all the time.”

Draco kept his eyes on Harry's face as he whispered a spell and made the pain go away. He stepped a little closer and still kept his gaze steady when his hand plunged into the water; no, wait. Their hands. He could feel Harry's thumb stroking across his knuckles. Or was that just a chunk of ice in there? Either way, he didn't want to look down. They were standing close again and Draco found he liked it even more than last time. Harry said something about food and the blonde just nodded absentmindedly. "Uh... I... do you regret what.. what happened before?" It wasn't the wine this time. He had to know.


”No,” Harry said absently. “I had to wipe that pout off your face. Now then...” He raised the hand and looked at it, before putting it back in the water, this time without his own. He wandered across to where some potted herbs were on the window-sill, looking for... not thyme, basil. Ooh nice rosemary. Ah, aloe. He cut a fleshy chunk of the aloe off and brought it over to Draco.

“Hand,” he commanded, his own outstretched.

That took the wind out of Draco's sails. He just dropped his head and raised his hand when he was told. Fair enough, Harry didn't regret it but it certainly didn't sound like he had enjoyed it either. He watched what was being done to his hand but didn't look up.

Harry rubbed the aloe juice onto the burn, massaging the hand at the same time. “Aloe helps with burns,” he said. He smiled at Draco and kissed his hand briefly before moving to prepare something for dinner.

“Hm... looks like I’m gonna have to bug Kingsley again. Joy.” Came his flat voice as he surveyed the nearly-empty pantry. As it was, he managed to find enough stuff to make a passable bolognaise. He set everything in motion and yawned slightly.

Draco was sat at the table in silence staring down at his hand. It was pink and shiny in some places like a burn would usually look, but didn't hurt at all. But he wasn't looking at his hand for that... it was as though he expected there to be an imprint of Harry's lips there. In his mind, there was. He wondered what would have happened if he had burned himself in the presence of any other Auror who was watching over him. Actually, it wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't have been sitting here now. There wouldn't have been a little struggle over a bottle of wine. There wouldn't have been a kiss that had a usually super cool Malfoy baffled and wanting more.

“You okay?” Harry asked, turning from stirring. He frowned when he saw Draco staring at his hand. “It still hurts? It shouldn’t hurt. Let me try something else.” He walked over and began muttering another healing spell to ease the pain, but Draco didn’t stop staring.

“Well... it shouldn’t hurt.” Why was he bothering? Why did he even care? Harry knew the answer; he wanted Draco. He wanted Draco to push him up against the wall and devour him slowly, inch by inch.

“Bloody hell! Where did that come from?!”

Draco was about to admit that it didn't hurt when Harry shouted. He jumped up, the chair he was sitting on skidding away and falling back with a clatter. "What?" His wand was out but he didn't know what he was supposed to be looking at yet. "Where?"

Harry blushed bright red and quickly went over to the cooker, stirring the sauce once more. “Urm... nothing....” he muttered. “Just.... a thoug... nothing,” he reaffirmed. Snagging two plates, he started dishing the meal out.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He bet he was still as red as Ron’s hair. Slick, Potter. Real slick.

Draco didn't buy it. He followed Harry over to the counter and turned him around. "Never mind 'nothing'! What did you see? You've already kept something from me once today so tell me." Harry was bright red. "Harry..." It didn't occur to him that he had never acknowledged the other man by anything other than his surname before now. Not unless it was in a scathing, sneering voice at least...

”It’s nothing!” Harry repeated. “Nothing that’ll endanger you or your parents. It’s something personal.” He was getting angry. He was mentally kicking himself. “Stupid Potter,” he muttered, setting plates on a table, gesturing for Draco to eat. He himself just picked with the food.

Something personal? Draco sat down opposite Harry but didn't touch his food, despite it smelling and looking delicious. He just watched Harry pushing his food around with his fork for a while before reaching out and grabbing his wrist. The other's agitated movements were making the blonde edgy too. "Harry," He said again, his tone clearly commanding 'tell me'.

Harry scowled at Draco. He glared and glared, but it seemed Draco wouldn’t be cowed. Too much time with Snape, he thought bitterly. Fine. He’d tell him, and then suffer the consequences. Someone else’ll babysit Draco.

“I want to kiss you again,” he snarled, before leaving his food on the table and deciding that vigorously washing the cooking pots would be fun.

Oh. Draco swallowed hard and stared at Harry's back. He wasn't expecting that! He got up and moved to stand close behind Harry but not flush against him like he really wanted to. "I'm not going to stop you..." He barely whispered the words but knew he would be heard. He had his arms slightly raised from his sides, his palms facing forward in a completely open vulnerable stance.*

Harry turned round and gasped at how close they were. His heart was pounded and he searched Draco’s eyes. “You’re completely serious,” he said after a few long minutes. “I... you.... you want me to?” He gulped. His wet hands came to rest on Draco’s hips, probably ruining a perfectly good outfit.

Words would cheapen the moment, Draco decided, so he just acted. He had Harry pushed back against the counters and his hands buried in raven locks when they kissed again. It was far from chaste this time though. It was hard and Draco's tongue was soon swiping at Harry's lips begging for access.

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