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“Yes,” Hermione answered, already rising from her seat.
While she was coming to terms with the fact that she wanted to help with what she could, her skin was itching at the mere mention of it within Ministry walls, almost able to convince herself it was one of the many wards put in place, undoubtedly keeping track of their conversations.
“Ron is expecting us. He’ll watch the kids for the evening, and we can talk then.”
There was a brief moment that Hermione considered addressing the fact that she had involved Ron, but refrained, deciding that Malfoy was in no position to demand she keep it from her husband.
She looked Malfoy over, finding his expression so complicated to read; she wasn’t sure hers were any more clear. “I want to hear what you’ve been considering.”


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Despite having become a frequent guest at the Weasley/Granger house, Draco had yet to get properly used to it, usually burying himself in work whenever he was over and trying to make polite conversation when Ron and Hermione insisted that he joined their dinner.
That being said, Draco found them to be nice company, even including their children, and once they had all taken their time to get to know each other as new people, Draco would almost say that he considered them to be his friends.
It was another late evening for himself and Hermione, Ron being at his mother with the children and leaving them without supervision. In fact, Draco would probably had had no idea what time it even was, if it hadn’t been for Harry calling him to tell about his day.
Even with how much time he had spent around Hermione lately, this had been the first time their work time had overlapped with his phone conversations with Harry, and he couldn’t help but feel shy and intimidated by the entire thing. It was such a private pleasure for Draco to still have this with Harry, and to show this site of himself to someone else was too much, but the alternative was to forego the conversation altogether and that was even more unbearable.
“That sounds really sweet though,” Draco said as he kept drawing a diagram on the parchment in front of him, Harry was recounting a tale of one of his neighbours who insisted on paying him in homemade goods, and despite himself Draco couldn’t help but smile at the tale.

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Hermione couldn’t quite place what had compelled Draco to put Harry on speakerphone, but she appreciated that he had. It must have been an old habit, because it was clearly an unspoken agreement that she would keep quiet, doing her best not to intrude.
However, though her eyes were turned down towards her own papers, it was impossible not to listen in, Harry’s voice a rare treat to her, too.
“Yeah, the first few times, maybe,” Harry grinned through the speakers, a smile so clearly on his lips. “It adds up, I’m getting fat off of bartered sweets alone.”


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 04, 2024 4:42 am 

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Draco couldn’t help but chuckle at that mental image, utterly unable to picture Harry actually getting fat, but he couldn’t deny the softness he felt in his heart when he imagined Harry actually being well enough to get chubby.
“At least that means I know that you’re eating enough,” he said, only realising how intimate, how familiar, that sounded when he glanced up and realised that the phone was on speaker and that Hermione was still very much sitting in front of him. It made a furious blush appear on his cheeks as he looked down at his parchment again, not sure he’d be able to face Hermione when he was talking with Harry like this.
“I’m glad they’re taking care of you,” he added, realising just how much of himself that he was sharing with Hermione in this moment, and he honestly wasn’t sure what to feel about that.
“I know you won’t so someone has to.”

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Hermione couldn't help but smile at that, stealing a little glance over at Draco despite finding that he was looking down himself. It was such an unexpectedly tender moment to bear witness to, having otherwise been unable to fully picture how they were around one another.
Hermione was still looking at Draco when Harry went on.
"I'm trying," he answered, clearly trying to balance the line between reassuring Draco and not promising too much.
"Who's taking care of you?" he said, his voice softer. Hermione could still hear his smile in voice, making her heart ache, his voice far more tender than she had heard in years. "I worry about you, too, you know."


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 04, 2024 1:38 pm 

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Draco was slowly coming to the realisation that having this conversation on speaker with Hermione in the room was a mistake. He hadn’t considered just how tender his conversations with Harry got and it felt very vulnerable to have someone else be a witness to it.
“I’m trying,” he parroted, not really feeling like he was in a position to admit that he actually got a very lovely dinner served almost every day, as that would mean admitting to spending this much time together with Hermione and Ron, and he didn’t feel like coming up with a lie.
“I got almost 5 hours of sleep last night,” he stated as he ran a hand through his hair, still not quite used to it ending so suddenly. He had cut it off about a week ago, having grown tired of the comments that Neumann kept making in his direction about how there used to be rules about appearance for working in the ministry, and in the end he had had to admit that the long hair was far more often a hindrance than anything else.

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After having called Draco, Harry had taken a seat by his dining table, more comfortable in the conversation there than on the couch. He had done that, once, and Draco’s voice had almost managed to lull him asleep, too close to being something it wasn’t. This was on the right verge of uncomfortable enough for Harry to keep his attention from wandering.
Still, he paused, expecting Draco to go on.
“Are you bragging?” Harry had to ask with a huffed laugh, cutting through that beat of silence, genuinely unsure whether Draco was trying to reassure him of anything.
He absent-mindedly traced the circular water stain a damp mug had left on the surface of the table with his finger, a new little habit he had come to develop while here. “That’s too little, love.”


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There really was something endlessly charming to Draco in the way that Harry continued to care so much about his well being, even if they lived with the knowledge that they could never be together. It made the interaction so pure, making Draco want to make an effort even if he knew that it was a lost cause.
“I don’t get credit for trying?” He asked with a soft smile, turning his parchment towards Hermione to get her to inspect the diagram that he had drawn up.

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“You would, if I believed that that’s you trying,” Harry countered, his smile lopsided; he couldn’t bear thinking that getting five hours on a good day really was Draco’s reality, having to laugh so as to not get too upset about it.
There probably was very little Harry missed as much as going to bed together, remembering so vividly the way Draco’s shoulders relaxed as they settled in after a long day at his desk.
“I miss going to bed with you,” he admitted, a vulnerable sort of intimacy about it. He missed having sex with Draco, too, but that wasn’t all. “You slept more than five hours, then.”


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The comment was enough to bring a furious flush to Draco’s face, feeling extremely vulnerable in this situation and finding that things that he shared now too intimate for the tentative friendship he had with Hermione.
Obviously, Harry couldn’t know that there were others present, however a part of Draco knew that even if he had been aware, he likely wouldn’t have cared too much. It made his heart soften and his blush deepen, knowing now more than ever that he had to make this work.
“Well, you have always been a terrible influence,” he tried but he knew that Harry would be able to tell that the comment had hit home.

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Hermione had taken the diagram from Draco without looking, but had to steal a glance up at Draco at the shift in tone. Neither he nor Harry were saying anything terribly explicit, but both their tones had changed to the point where Hermione wasn’t surprised to find Draco to be blushing.
She was quick to avert her eyes again, looking down at her work in an attempt to give them as much space as the situation could offer. One day, Hermione feared Harry might be upset with her, but her heart ached on Draco’s behalf, the bittersweet weight of their affection, even while apart.

Harry smiled at that, a little huffed sound escaping him alongside it. Deep within, Harry felt quietly reassured that, despite everything, Harry had left with Draco in a better place than he had been when they first had started work on the case; he had to think that in order not to regret leaving.
“It was so good,” he corrected, somewhere between wistful and sad. Looking back, Harry had spent both some of the worst and best nights of his life at Malfoy Manor, and yet the impressions Draco had left on him that past year easily overshadowed the memories from the war. “I miss you.”


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There was something so horribly revealing about the way that Harry referred to their time together, because Draco was having a very hard time disagreeing with any of it. His time with Harry had without a doubt been the happiest of his life and the fact that he had had to give that up still haunted him to this day.
“I miss you too,” he said, still looking down at the table, following one of the lines in the wood just so that he would have something to do with his hands.
“The manor is so empty without you,” he added, knowing that he was being too much for being in company, but he felt that Harry deserved to know everything.

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Unable not to feel guilty, Harry had to close his eyes for a moment in an attempt to steady himself. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Harry felt equally wrongfooted living somewhere Draco had never been, or would ever be; it sometimes made the distance between them feel endless, like Draco would simply disappear without a trace if they stopped talking. Mindlessly, Harry brushed a hand over his chest, where he had so often before felt Draco's magic, trying to dispel that thought.
“You have to be okay, tough,” he said, a gentle plea more than it was a dismissal. “We both have to come out of this alright, otherwise I can’t bear it.”


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Draco’s heart almost broke at that, hating that something they couldn’t control had let them to this, even if he knew that it was what was best for Harry. It just felt so endlessly tragic that they had only been able to really find each other after finding out that they could never actually be together.
“We are going to be okay, love,” he said with a lot of conviction, knowing that he was doing everything in his power to make them even more than okay, even if he couldn’t share it with Harry just yet.
“Why don’t you get some sleep?” He suggested, feeling far too exposed to continue having this conversation, but also not quite ready to not be talking with Harry anymore.
“If you’re up early, call me and we will have breakfast together, yeah?”

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Despite the sombre topic, Harry let out a little huffed chuckle, humoured by the way Draco had phrased his suggestion, as if Harry wouldn’t jump at the opportunity. He sat up straighter, reaching for the phone.
“I’m setting an alarm,” he stated, overtop of the muffled sound of the phone buttons clicking through the options. Having lived with Draco, he didn’t need to confirm an hour. “I’ll call you in the morning, alright? I love you.”

The sound of Harry telling Draco that he loved him once again had Hermione looking up; this time not at Draco, but at the phone between them.
She had heard Draco state that he loved Harry, and while she had had no reason to doubt it being reciprocated, actually hearing Harry still struck something within her. She had often before been told the same thing, but hearing it directed at Draco, in the supposed solitude of their conversation, was still so distinctly different in a way she hadn’t ever thought would be possible.


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While Draco had phrased it as an option, deep down he had known that Harry would wake up for him; another thing that made him feel soft and gooey. There really was no other option for him than to get this to work out, or he doubted that he would ever be really happy again.
“Goodnight, love, I love you,” he said in lieu of a goodbye.

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Summer had come and gone, and looking into spending the first real fall at the cottage, Harry was squirrelled away at the neglected second bedroom, trying to tidy it before the chill would force him to spend more time indoors, and he would finally need the space.
He was on the desk chair, leaning over boxes that had gone untouched for a year, trying to make sense of its contents, his phone held up to one ear. The company was nice as always, but it hadn’t made for a very productive hour, either.
“I don’t know; I feel bad tossing it,” he mused, chin in his other hand as he looked at old Hogwarts scrolls, scratchy notes from long-forgotten cases and other miscellaneous stuff he had accumulated over the years.
“But I don’t know where to put it, either. I’m actually not sure if I’m supposed to have these things anymore.”


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Draco was more nervous than he had been for a very long time.
Even the operation had felt less nerve wracking than actually approaching Harry’s cottage, finding it surreal that it had actually worked out and that he could get to see Harry again.
Prior to losing his magic, Draco had taught Hermione his detection spells, wanting to be absolutely certain that he posed to risk to Harry’ health, and both of them had rejoiced when it actually worked out.
“Just toss them, you barely used them when you actually attended school,” Draco stated, finding a great comfort in talking to Harry while he was doing this, even if he knew that he would be seeing him soon.
The path leading to Harry’s cottage seemed absolutely endless, but Draco knew that it was going to be worth it in the end.

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Harry huffed a surprised laugh at that, straightening his posture and shifting the phone to the other ear.
“Ouch,” he said, a faux offence. “You don’t think I should save them? For a museum wing, or perhaps a best selling biography?”
Mindlessly, he pushed at the box with his foot. He had said it as a joke, but the thought of this junk being anything but junk left a bad taste in his mouth, almost immediately managing to convince himself to toss it.
“It really is just clutter,” he went on, a soft exasperation in his voice. “I don’t know why I even packed it, it could have stayed in Grimmauld for Teddy to deal with in a decade or two.”


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Draco chuckled at that as the cottage finally came into view, making his nerves return manifold. Part of him was worried that actually seeing each other again wasn’t going to be the same, but deep down he knew that it was going to be even better. There was just no way that he would allow this to be for nothing.
“Rookie move,” he agreed, trying to picture Harry as they spoke, knowing that soon he wouldn’t have to just imagine anymore.
When he reached the front door, he gave himself a moment to take a deep breath, knowing that this was going to change everything, but he had already gotten this far and there really was no turning back now.
“As I said, just toss them,” he said as he rang the doorbell, hearing it clearer through the phone than through the door.

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