Hey There Harry

I pull the blankets and sheets back and flop down into the hotel bed, exhausted after another day of negotiations. One week down, one to go. At least I have the weekend off to look over what we’ve accomplished this week and prepare for the last five days of the Wizarding United Nations Annual Conference, or WUNAC as it is more commonly known.

Sinking into the cushy mattress, my droopy eyes start to close, but a bright silvery light is coming through the thick curtains. A large tiger patronus bounds through them as if nothing was there, standing with his chest pushed out proudly. He takes the last few steps to my bedside. I recognize my lover’s patronus instantly, and sit up too quickly, making myself dizzy. His rich deep tones fill my ears, releasing quite a bit of the pent up stress between my shoulders that I wasn’t sure was there.

“Hey there Harry, what’s it like in New York City? You’re a few thousand miles away, but I know that with your crumpled hair and you’re half naked bed-ness right now you still look pretty. Yes you do. Times Square can’t shine as bright as you, I swear it’s true. Don’t you worry about the distance; I’m right there if you get lonely, give this message another listen; close your eyes. Listen to my voice it’s my disguise, I’m by your side.”

Draco sighs, and I realize just how much I miss him, and how much he must miss me. Being on separate sides of the Atlantic can do that to a couple. I miss him terribly now. I hug a pillow to my chest, trying to squeeze some of my loneliness out into it, snuggling it slightly.

“Oh, that’s what you do to me. I know times are getting hard, but just believe me someday we’ll have it good, we’ll have the life we knew we would; my word is good. Harry I have so much left to say to you; if every simple message I sent to you would take your breathe away I’d say it all. You’d fall even more in love with me, we’ll have it all. That’s what you do to me. A few thousand miles seems pretty far, but they’ve got planes and trains and cars and floo and apparation and port keys, I’d walk to you if I had no other way. Our friends all make fun of us, but we just laugh along because we know that none of them have felt this way. Harry I can promise you that by the time that we get through the world will never ever be the same, and you’re to blame. Hey there Harry you be good and don’t you miss me, another week and you’ll be done with that conference and be finished making history like you do, they’ll all know it’s because of you. We can do whatever we want to. Hey there Harry, here’s to you, this is for you, and what you do to me. I love you Harry.”

He finishes in a near whisper. I think his message is over, and the tears that are running down my cheeks make me sob and bury my head in the pillow. I realize that the light from the patronus hasn’t faded, and look up to see the last of what Draco wanted to tell me.

“Go open the door.” The silver ghostly animal disappears suddenly as I bolt to the other side of my hotel room to swing the door open so hard that it ricocheted off the wall to close again in Draco’s face. He’s standing there in that dark grey double breasted, waist length, wool pea coat that makes him look so damn sexy. He has that amused half smile on his face. I jump on him and wrap my arms and legs securely around him. Even though I’m only in my boxers I don’t care that there is a small group of people who saw my over excited jump and tackle now sniggering at me.

Draco just walks into my room, with me still attached; I have my face buried in the crook of his neck, my tears making his skin there wet.

“Hey there Harry, why are you crying?” He whispers into my ear, letting his breathe gently puff on the side of my face.

“You made me cry you prick!” I pull back and swat at his arm in mock anger. He laughs at me and dumps me on the bed, taking off his coat and shoes. He pulls his t shirt over his head, undoes his belt and his pants fall to the floor, boxer clad, he pounces directly on top of me. He catches himself before crushing me, which I was winced and prepared for.

“I didn’t mean to. I wanted to let you know how much I missed you, and not just show up. I thought that was much more dramatic. Don’t you think?” He kisses my lips.

“Dramatic, yes, but next time you do it, I might have to kill you. Well, then resurrect you because I would miss you too much, and I’m not such a necropheliac.” I kiss him back.

“I love you.” He says.

“I love you too.”

We crawl under the covers, and I put my head and one hand on his chest, he wraps his arms around me. I can feel the strength of the love we have, and know he meant every word.


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A/N:So I found this a couple minutes ago just after I found out I have to send my laptop away to get fixed because the case is broken. Not pleased at all, but I have to delete all files and such, so! I thought I'd at least publish it so it would have some type of memory. This is something from before my boytoy taught me about good music. Let me know what you think!