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Time Period: Post-Hogwarts

Pairings: HP/DM

Warnings: None

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 570

Summary: Malfoy has disappeared, Harry wants to know why

Continuation of Letter of Resignation

Drabble written to

icmezzo's prompt "Malfunctioning Wards"

Harry gave an outraged cry of frustration and vanished the parchment that his owl had returned, unread. Malfoy had disappeared completely. The last time Harry had seen him was in the git’s bloody flat, when he had kissed the man and told him to owl him when he was ready to talk.

Instead of owling, apparating or even floo-calling, the stubborn Slytherin had just vanished. Harry had fully expected his snarky nemesis to show up for work on Monday morning. He hadn’t. Harry eyed uneasily Malfoy’s crumpled letter of resignation that had started this whole debacle in the first place.

He didn’t believe for a second that Malfoy had been serious about resigning.

Harry shook his head. There was no way, even if Malfoy did have some kind of feelings for Harry (and Harry desperately hoped he did), he wouldn’t quit because of them. Malfoy loved the job. He was born to be an auror. There was nothing Malfoy liked better than outwitting the criminals. He thrived on the chase, the trap.

Glancing at the clock Harry decided that he may as well go home, he wasn’t accomplishing anything that needed doing. If he was just going to replay in his mind the two brief kisses that had happened, he may as well do it at home.

Casting a patronus to his secretary to let her know he was leaving, Harry apparated straight to Grimmauld Place. The queasiness of apparation had barely stopped when Harry’s eyes focused across the room to see Malfoy sitting, no, lounging in Harry’s favorite chair.

Malfoy took a sip from a snifter of Harry’s favorite brandy, “You really should do something about your wards. They seem to have malfunctioned.”

“Where in Hades have you been?” Harry said when he finally could speak.

Malfoy took another sip and set down the glass, “Here and there.”

“You missed work.”

“I quit.”

“Bullshit,” Harry responded angrily.

Malfoy gave a half-laugh and stood up, “Eloquent as ever, Potter.” Harry resisted the temptation to take a step back as Malfoy walked towards him.

“At least I didn’t run scared because of a kiss,” he said defiantly as Mal—Draco stopped inches from him.

“Two kisses. And you destroyed half of my flat,” Draco was standing so close that Harry could see the flecks of blue in his grey eyes, “And that wasn’t why I left.”

“Why did you?” Harry couldn’t help flicking his eyes down to Draco’s lips, they were so damn close. He wanted to just grab him, kiss him and stop this conversation.

“Unlike certain Gryffindors, I require time to make sure that the course I’m taking is the correct one.”

Harry gave a laugh, “So, you planned to kiss me in front of the entire Ministry?” He was rewarded by seeing a very faint flicker in Draco’s composure.

“I hate to admit but you have a way of getting under my skin. Make me act without thinking. That is why I left, so I could think.”

He was standing so close that Harry had to stifle a groan as his body started to react to Draco’s presence. He took a deep breath and focused on the conversation, “So what conclusions did you come to?”

“This,” Draco leaned forwarded and brushed his lips against Harry’s, “And this,” and he kissed Harry along his jawline. “And I definitely thought about this,” he said as his fingers started unbuttoning Harry’s uniform.
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