🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 Drarry; where Harry is gone a mission and Draco is absolutely miserable that one day he wears Harry's shirt and Harry walks in to Draco sleeping in it
Harry still wasn’t back from his mission. It’s been two days since he said he would be back “at the latest” and the only reason Draco wasn’t storming down the door to the Head Auror’s office was because the DMLE had sent him an owl yesterday to notify him that while the officers were not back yet, they were in contact and safe. At least they had learned from the last time Harry had been on a mission and there was no communication when he wasn’t back when he said he would be. Granger really is creative when it comes to lethal spells…
Draco knew that he had signed on for this. He and Harry had talked about it extensively when they got together. That didn’t mean he had to like that his boyfriend was gone for indeterminable lengths of time. Nor had he figured out how to deal with the lack of physical affection when Harry was gone. Of course, he missed other things about Harry while he was away. But the ache of not being able to touch or kiss him whenever he felt like it… It felt like he was being hollowed out from the inside bit by bit and the longer Harry was away, the worse it became.
Without thinking, Draco found himself in front of their dresser, opening up Harry’s side. He pulled out a soft navy blue shirt and inhaled deeply as he pulled it over his head. Collapsing onto the bed, he pulled the collar up over his nose and let the lingering scent of Harry lull him to sleep.
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After closing the front door, Harry paused. He was met with silence where he expected shouting, cursing, or at least some kind of noise as evidence of Draco’s presence. It was the middle of the day on a weekend - right? Draco should be home.
Resisting the urge to call out for Draco, the Auror slipped his wand out of his holster, cast a quick spell which confirmed there were two people present - himself included. He made his way quietly down the hall where the bedroom door was wide open.
Stepping into the doorframe, Harry sighed. There was Draco, curled on the bed, wearing one of his favourite shirts. It looked like he had almost tried to curl up inside the shirt. Harry set his wand on the dresser, pulled off his shoes and robes and as quietly as possible, slipped into bed next to Draco. He’d complain that Harry hadn’t even showered when he woke up. Harry didn’t care though. He’d been gone too long this time. He just needed to touch Draco for now. Later he’d tell him how much he loved him.
Maybe it was time to stop going out on long missions was the last thought in his mind as Harry breathed deep, letting the smell of Draco lull him to sleep.
