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hd_obsession
Rating: PG
Summary: Harry is Draco’s assistant Healer. Attraction ensues.
Warnings: Fluff :D
Word Count: 2440
Beta:sugareey faerie_lullaby ladydyani
Prompt: May 26, 2007 with the picture of a
(I changed the context of the picture a bit though, sorry!)
Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys. If I did, they would definitely NOT be enemies
It was Harry’s first day on the job and he figured if he needed someone out of all the people in the world to be his mentor, it would be Draco Malfoy.
Harry had gotten his job as an assistant Healer in the Ospedale delle Streghe1 in Capri, Italy partially because he wanted to be near the water. He had to get away from Britain for awhile, especially since the war was finally over after he killed Voldemort with something Voldemort definitely didn’t expect—a muggle gun. A lot of people looked at Harry as a hero and then there were those who looked at Harry with distaste because their relatives died because of him.
He had once thought he wanted to be an Auror, but after practically adapting the lifestyle of being an Auror during the war, Harry felt he needed a change. Becoming a Healer to helping people regain their health sounded like a good plan.
Harry had done his schooling at the University of Kent, and the Ospedale delle Streghe was recommended. He visited the town and fell in love with Capri. When he asked for vacancies at the Hospital, there was one vacancy left, but it was for an assistant Healer. Harry didn’t mind, and when he found out that it was as an assistant for Draco Malfoy, he wasn’t as surprised as he thought he would be. Harry never thought he would come face to face with Malfoy ever again as he hadn’t seen Malfoy in five years!
Harry took a deep breath and knocked on Malfoy’s door. Through the window, he noticed Malfoy standing hunched over his desk, writing diligently on a piece of parchment. Malfoy looked up at the sound of the knock and a flicker of something Harry couldn’t place darted across his face. However, the same cold mask Harry had hated so much was back in place before there was time to speculate.
Malfoy opened the door smiling slyly, “Hello, Potter,” he greeted. “Well, since we are going to be working together, I think it’s time we forget our rivalry and become acquaintances, if not friends.” He stuck his hand out to Harry. “Draco Malfoy, Healer.”
Harry stared, gob smacked. But then he realized Malfoy was right, as strange as that was. Hogwarts and the war were part of the past and there was no point in dwelling in it if nothing could be changed; but now that they would be working together and seeing each other all day, every day.
After a moment, Harry took Malfoy’s hand. “Harry Potter, your new assistant Healer.”
They stood there, shaking hands and staring at each other. Harry was a bit tense, yet relaxed at the same time. He knew this man in front of him. True, they hadn’t been the best of friends, but Harry was comfortable, as weird as it was, around him. They were close enough where Harry noticed that Malfoy’s eyes were a light gray, almost silver, and how there was a very slight sprinkle of freckles across his nose. As soon as those thoughts crossed his mind though, Harry hastily let go of Malfoy’s hand and looked down at the floor, baffled at the strange thoughts in his head.
“Er…so what should I do, sir?” he mumbled uncertainly. Since Harry’s head was down, he missed the flash of amusement flicker across the other man’s face.
“Harry, if I can call you that, please don’t call me ‘sir.’ You make it sound like I’m old. ‘Draco’ is more than all right.”
Harry looked up and saw a ghost of a smile on Draco’s face, and he couldn’t help but smile in return.
“Then call me Harry, Draco,” he replied. Harry tried out the new name and was surprised that it came out naturally.
Draco grinned a little wider and said, “Well, I guess the first thing we should do is show you the place.”
They went around the hospital, and Draco pointed out patients and what was wrong with them. He also introduced Harry to the other Healers and to some Mediwizards and Mediwitches. Draco was actually joking around and talking genially with them and Harry stared in awe at this new Draco Malfoy. Draco called everyone by their first name, some even by nicknames and asked about their home life, joking about their kids, or their life as a bachelor or bachelorette. Gone was snooty Malfoy who always sounded like a snob. Harry realized how much he liked this new one and in that moment was glad he had come to Italy, his old resentment gone.
Harry also realized he was starting to like this Draco, and yet that thought didn’t faze him a bit. He had definitely seen how gorgeous Draco was, but Harry had squashed that thought when they met, thinking Draco was the same boy from Hogwarts. But seeing him now, laid back and carefree, Harry felt himself attracted to the other man. Harry had even thought Draco as gorgeous in Hogwarts, he was known as ‘Slytherin Prince’ for a reason. Harry had many failed relationships with women because they didn’t excite him as much as males did. He found out just how attracted to males he was when he went out, in secret of course, with Terry Boot and Zacharias Smith and even Blaise Zabini. Harry gathered from the rumour mill that Draco was also into males, but he wasn’t sure. Harry had this feeling he was from the way Draco glanced a bit too long at another Healer, Dimitri’s arse as he passed by.
They continued the rest of the day going to patients rooms and making them comfortable, getting rid of the pain or warts or hexes. Draco would deal with the patients by talking to them about what he and Harry were going to do, what spell they would cast, that sort of thing. Harry would stand in the background watching Draco work his magic, how he charmed the patients, and how he made the spells looks so easy. Draco included him in a few cases, changing the angle of his wand and teaching Harry some new spells.
As the day wound down, Harry came to appreciate the duty of being a Healer a lot more. Healing people seemed like a much better way to save people. He felt like he was making much more of a difference than he would have as an Auror. He was exhausted after dealing with patients all day, not that they were all bad, but some of them made Harry rethink his career choice. The worst part was that Draco would smirk at him throughout his mistakes if he made any, even though Draco was quick to help.
Whenever Harry did something right, Draco would nod a little, and warmth would flare in the pit of his belly at gaining Draco’s approval.
Harry was ready to go home and drop into bed at the end of his shift when Draco asked him if he wanted to go out and get some drinks. “And maybe get to know each other a little bit better,” added Draco, cocking up an eyebrow.
Harry didn’t see any harm in saying yes, even though he wanted to sleep. After all, Draco was quite attractive and who knew when another chance like this would come along?
They both took off their Healer robes in Draco’s office and grabbed their coats before leaving the hospital. Draco explained that the bar was within walking distance, and before Harry knew it, he was talking a bit about what he had done after the war.
Draco also didn’t want to stay in Britain, but only because everybody thought that he was a Death Eater, when he really was spying for the Order. Harry only found out about Draco being a spy when Draco had rushed into Grimmauld Place during an Order meeting, all pale as he shouted about an attack at Hogwarts.
There was no way for anyone to get into Grimmauld without the secret password, especially after Dumbledore’s death. Harry and the rest of the Order had no choice but to trust Draco’s word, and rushed to Hogwarts, just in time to see the Death Eaters walking towards the castle.
That was when the war began, with spells and hexes flying everywhere. People were hurt and injured but Harry couldn’t stop fighting because he had to win, and if he stopped, Voldemort would take advantage. The side of the Light had won in the end; Voldemort was distracted when he found out about the loyalty of one of his most trusted followers. Harry sent the bullet towards Voldemort and saw him crumple and saw the relief flash through Draco’s eyes. But before he could go to Draco to talk, Draco ran to the edge of the Apparation wards and disappeared.
Draco told Harry that he had Apparated to Capri, Italy and fell in love with the city and the Hospital almost immediately. He assumed a fake identity at first as Derek Malloy, Harry just had to snicker at that. After Draco was sure that the Ministry wouldn’t be coming after him, about three years, he changed his name back to Draco Malfoy. His friends at the Hospital understood though, and for that Draco was grateful.
Harry was so engrossed in Draco’s story that he didn’t notice they had finally stopped in front of the door to Testa Del Maiale2. They went inside the bar and the first thing Harry saw were male dancers dancing; make that gyrating, to the pounding music.
His jaw dropped and he looked at Draco with a quizzical face, waiting for an explanation. Draco looked back at him a bit nervously and said rather quickly, “Harry, since we are going to be working together, I need to tell you something. As much as I enjoy the beauty of women, blokes, for me, are just more attractive. I just wanted to get that out there so there isn’t any tension between us at any time, whether I make any offhand comments or anything.”
Harry wasn’t so surprised at this comment and decided that he might as well reveal his secret too.
Harry mumbled quietly, “I’ve had the same thoughts as well.”
Draco was a bit taken aback at that and the expression on his face made Harry burst out laughing. On a whim, he decided to ask Draco out to dinner on Friday. Harry could tell that Draco was pleased with the way his eyes crinkled and lit up a bit.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Harry?” Draco asked coyly, grinning.
“I guess I am,” admitted Harry, shrugging his shoulders. “So, are you accepting my offer, Draco?”
“I guess I am.”
And that was that. From that moment Harry knew he had to do something really spectacular for their first date.
They spent the night drinking and getting to know each other a bit better but decided to turn in when it was getting too late. Both of them refused any offers they got from women and men alike in favor of talking to each other. They did dance a bit with each other if any song they liked came on. But there was only slight teasing involved, no major groping. They each went their separate ways, the upcoming date on each of their minds for different reasons.
Throughout the entire rest of the week, Harry spent his time preparing for the date. He wanted it to be romantic and just perfect. He thought about having dinner at a romantic restaurant, just the two of them, but it didn’t seem right. He also thought about having a picnic on the beach, but he had a feeling Draco was a neat freak. While leaning on his veranda, and looking out over the ocean, thinking, he realized what a really amazing view he had. He suddenly had an idea. He could make them dinner and have it outside here!
Harry figured Draco was probably sick of Italian food and decided to make something to remind them of home. He decided to make fish and chips, but instead of wrapped in newspaper, it would be on a fancy plate with wine and everything. He knew the recipe, as he used to make fish and chips all the time while at school. He thought about having candles floating, but threw that idea out, they would be outside, and it would be kind of awkward. He did decide to have some floating fairy lights around the door and the edge of the balcony. He also picked some romantic music to play in the background.
Friday finally came and Harry told Draco to meet him at Harry’s place, calling him on his cell phone. Harry teased Draco about it, but Draco only replied that it was a necessity. Draco arrived as Harry was putting the finishing touches on the table. He had set up the table outside, with elegant tablecloth, beautiful dishes and chilled wine.
As Harry opened the door, he took a sudden intake of breath. Draco was looking absolutely stunning. Harry had thoughts about skipping dinner altogether and going straight for dessert . He had a feeling Draco could read his thoughts from the smirk he was giving him. Harry chased the dirty thoughts out of his mind and opened his door wider before leading Draco out to the veranda.
“I wanted to bring a part of home back,” started Harry, pulling out Draco’s chair and gesturing for Draco to sit. “I bet you miss it.”
Draco was speechless and turned around in his chair and pulled Harry down into a kiss, pouring his appreciation into it. He nibbled at Harry’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Harry opened his mouth and Draco massaged his tongue.
Harry was a bit stunned at first but then he just let himself be kissed; because he had a feeling Draco needed this. He was glad he decided to do this for Draco. Harry started to get into it and he started using his tongue, flicking it in different ways and making Draco moan.
Draco finally pulled away when he needed air and rested his forehead against Harry’s. He looked deep into Harry’s eyes and placed a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips again.
“Thank you so much for this,” he whispered.
Harry just placed a chaste kiss back on Draco’s lips and said, “Really, it was nothing.”
“It really was Harry, you just don’t know.”
Harry decided in that moment, he wanted to know everything about this man, and would gladly spend the rest of his life finding out.
1-Hospital of Witches in Italian, I know, not very creative, but I am not a really creative person…
2-Hog’s Head Now that, I think, is pretty clever ;)
A/N: I’ve never been to a bar, so the bar scene might not be real. Sorry!!! Also, if the ending seems a bit rushed, again I’m sorry, but to me it seemed to fit.
Comments are LOVE!
X-Posted like WOAH! Sorry
Author:
hd_obsessionRating: PG
Summary: Harry is Draco’s assistant Healer. Attraction ensues.
Warnings: Fluff :D
Word Count: 2440
Beta:
sugareey faerie_lullaby ladydyaniPrompt: May 26, 2007 with the picture of a
(I changed the context of the picture a bit though, sorry!)Disclaimer: Don’t own the boys. If I did, they would definitely NOT be enemies
It was Harry’s first day on the job and he figured if he needed someone out of all the people in the world to be his mentor, it would be Draco Malfoy.
Harry had gotten his job as an assistant Healer in the Ospedale delle Streghe1 in Capri, Italy partially because he wanted to be near the water. He had to get away from Britain for awhile, especially since the war was finally over after he killed Voldemort with something Voldemort definitely didn’t expect—a muggle gun. A lot of people looked at Harry as a hero and then there were those who looked at Harry with distaste because their relatives died because of him.
He had once thought he wanted to be an Auror, but after practically adapting the lifestyle of being an Auror during the war, Harry felt he needed a change. Becoming a Healer to helping people regain their health sounded like a good plan.
Harry had done his schooling at the University of Kent, and the Ospedale delle Streghe was recommended. He visited the town and fell in love with Capri. When he asked for vacancies at the Hospital, there was one vacancy left, but it was for an assistant Healer. Harry didn’t mind, and when he found out that it was as an assistant for Draco Malfoy, he wasn’t as surprised as he thought he would be. Harry never thought he would come face to face with Malfoy ever again as he hadn’t seen Malfoy in five years!
Harry took a deep breath and knocked on Malfoy’s door. Through the window, he noticed Malfoy standing hunched over his desk, writing diligently on a piece of parchment. Malfoy looked up at the sound of the knock and a flicker of something Harry couldn’t place darted across his face. However, the same cold mask Harry had hated so much was back in place before there was time to speculate.
Malfoy opened the door smiling slyly, “Hello, Potter,” he greeted. “Well, since we are going to be working together, I think it’s time we forget our rivalry and become acquaintances, if not friends.” He stuck his hand out to Harry. “Draco Malfoy, Healer.”
Harry stared, gob smacked. But then he realized Malfoy was right, as strange as that was. Hogwarts and the war were part of the past and there was no point in dwelling in it if nothing could be changed; but now that they would be working together and seeing each other all day, every day.
After a moment, Harry took Malfoy’s hand. “Harry Potter, your new assistant Healer.”
They stood there, shaking hands and staring at each other. Harry was a bit tense, yet relaxed at the same time. He knew this man in front of him. True, they hadn’t been the best of friends, but Harry was comfortable, as weird as it was, around him. They were close enough where Harry noticed that Malfoy’s eyes were a light gray, almost silver, and how there was a very slight sprinkle of freckles across his nose. As soon as those thoughts crossed his mind though, Harry hastily let go of Malfoy’s hand and looked down at the floor, baffled at the strange thoughts in his head.
“Er…so what should I do, sir?” he mumbled uncertainly. Since Harry’s head was down, he missed the flash of amusement flicker across the other man’s face.
“Harry, if I can call you that, please don’t call me ‘sir.’ You make it sound like I’m old. ‘Draco’ is more than all right.”
Harry looked up and saw a ghost of a smile on Draco’s face, and he couldn’t help but smile in return.
“Then call me Harry, Draco,” he replied. Harry tried out the new name and was surprised that it came out naturally.
Draco grinned a little wider and said, “Well, I guess the first thing we should do is show you the place.”
They went around the hospital, and Draco pointed out patients and what was wrong with them. He also introduced Harry to the other Healers and to some Mediwizards and Mediwitches. Draco was actually joking around and talking genially with them and Harry stared in awe at this new Draco Malfoy. Draco called everyone by their first name, some even by nicknames and asked about their home life, joking about their kids, or their life as a bachelor or bachelorette. Gone was snooty Malfoy who always sounded like a snob. Harry realized how much he liked this new one and in that moment was glad he had come to Italy, his old resentment gone.
Harry also realized he was starting to like this Draco, and yet that thought didn’t faze him a bit. He had definitely seen how gorgeous Draco was, but Harry had squashed that thought when they met, thinking Draco was the same boy from Hogwarts. But seeing him now, laid back and carefree, Harry felt himself attracted to the other man. Harry had even thought Draco as gorgeous in Hogwarts, he was known as ‘Slytherin Prince’ for a reason. Harry had many failed relationships with women because they didn’t excite him as much as males did. He found out just how attracted to males he was when he went out, in secret of course, with Terry Boot and Zacharias Smith and even Blaise Zabini. Harry gathered from the rumour mill that Draco was also into males, but he wasn’t sure. Harry had this feeling he was from the way Draco glanced a bit too long at another Healer, Dimitri’s arse as he passed by.
They continued the rest of the day going to patients rooms and making them comfortable, getting rid of the pain or warts or hexes. Draco would deal with the patients by talking to them about what he and Harry were going to do, what spell they would cast, that sort of thing. Harry would stand in the background watching Draco work his magic, how he charmed the patients, and how he made the spells looks so easy. Draco included him in a few cases, changing the angle of his wand and teaching Harry some new spells.
As the day wound down, Harry came to appreciate the duty of being a Healer a lot more. Healing people seemed like a much better way to save people. He felt like he was making much more of a difference than he would have as an Auror. He was exhausted after dealing with patients all day, not that they were all bad, but some of them made Harry rethink his career choice. The worst part was that Draco would smirk at him throughout his mistakes if he made any, even though Draco was quick to help.
Whenever Harry did something right, Draco would nod a little, and warmth would flare in the pit of his belly at gaining Draco’s approval.
Harry was ready to go home and drop into bed at the end of his shift when Draco asked him if he wanted to go out and get some drinks. “And maybe get to know each other a little bit better,” added Draco, cocking up an eyebrow.
Harry didn’t see any harm in saying yes, even though he wanted to sleep. After all, Draco was quite attractive and who knew when another chance like this would come along?
They both took off their Healer robes in Draco’s office and grabbed their coats before leaving the hospital. Draco explained that the bar was within walking distance, and before Harry knew it, he was talking a bit about what he had done after the war.
Draco also didn’t want to stay in Britain, but only because everybody thought that he was a Death Eater, when he really was spying for the Order. Harry only found out about Draco being a spy when Draco had rushed into Grimmauld Place during an Order meeting, all pale as he shouted about an attack at Hogwarts.
There was no way for anyone to get into Grimmauld without the secret password, especially after Dumbledore’s death. Harry and the rest of the Order had no choice but to trust Draco’s word, and rushed to Hogwarts, just in time to see the Death Eaters walking towards the castle.
That was when the war began, with spells and hexes flying everywhere. People were hurt and injured but Harry couldn’t stop fighting because he had to win, and if he stopped, Voldemort would take advantage. The side of the Light had won in the end; Voldemort was distracted when he found out about the loyalty of one of his most trusted followers. Harry sent the bullet towards Voldemort and saw him crumple and saw the relief flash through Draco’s eyes. But before he could go to Draco to talk, Draco ran to the edge of the Apparation wards and disappeared.
Draco told Harry that he had Apparated to Capri, Italy and fell in love with the city and the Hospital almost immediately. He assumed a fake identity at first as Derek Malloy, Harry just had to snicker at that. After Draco was sure that the Ministry wouldn’t be coming after him, about three years, he changed his name back to Draco Malfoy. His friends at the Hospital understood though, and for that Draco was grateful.
Harry was so engrossed in Draco’s story that he didn’t notice they had finally stopped in front of the door to Testa Del Maiale2. They went inside the bar and the first thing Harry saw were male dancers dancing; make that gyrating, to the pounding music.
His jaw dropped and he looked at Draco with a quizzical face, waiting for an explanation. Draco looked back at him a bit nervously and said rather quickly, “Harry, since we are going to be working together, I need to tell you something. As much as I enjoy the beauty of women, blokes, for me, are just more attractive. I just wanted to get that out there so there isn’t any tension between us at any time, whether I make any offhand comments or anything.”
Harry wasn’t so surprised at this comment and decided that he might as well reveal his secret too.
Harry mumbled quietly, “I’ve had the same thoughts as well.”
Draco was a bit taken aback at that and the expression on his face made Harry burst out laughing. On a whim, he decided to ask Draco out to dinner on Friday. Harry could tell that Draco was pleased with the way his eyes crinkled and lit up a bit.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Harry?” Draco asked coyly, grinning.
“I guess I am,” admitted Harry, shrugging his shoulders. “So, are you accepting my offer, Draco?”
“I guess I am.”
And that was that. From that moment Harry knew he had to do something really spectacular for their first date.
They spent the night drinking and getting to know each other a bit better but decided to turn in when it was getting too late. Both of them refused any offers they got from women and men alike in favor of talking to each other. They did dance a bit with each other if any song they liked came on. But there was only slight teasing involved, no major groping. They each went their separate ways, the upcoming date on each of their minds for different reasons.
Throughout the entire rest of the week, Harry spent his time preparing for the date. He wanted it to be romantic and just perfect. He thought about having dinner at a romantic restaurant, just the two of them, but it didn’t seem right. He also thought about having a picnic on the beach, but he had a feeling Draco was a neat freak. While leaning on his veranda, and looking out over the ocean, thinking, he realized what a really amazing view he had. He suddenly had an idea. He could make them dinner and have it outside here!
Harry figured Draco was probably sick of Italian food and decided to make something to remind them of home. He decided to make fish and chips, but instead of wrapped in newspaper, it would be on a fancy plate with wine and everything. He knew the recipe, as he used to make fish and chips all the time while at school. He thought about having candles floating, but threw that idea out, they would be outside, and it would be kind of awkward. He did decide to have some floating fairy lights around the door and the edge of the balcony. He also picked some romantic music to play in the background.
Friday finally came and Harry told Draco to meet him at Harry’s place, calling him on his cell phone. Harry teased Draco about it, but Draco only replied that it was a necessity. Draco arrived as Harry was putting the finishing touches on the table. He had set up the table outside, with elegant tablecloth, beautiful dishes and chilled wine.
As Harry opened the door, he took a sudden intake of breath. Draco was looking absolutely stunning. Harry had thoughts about skipping dinner altogether and going straight for dessert . He had a feeling Draco could read his thoughts from the smirk he was giving him. Harry chased the dirty thoughts out of his mind and opened his door wider before leading Draco out to the veranda.
“I wanted to bring a part of home back,” started Harry, pulling out Draco’s chair and gesturing for Draco to sit. “I bet you miss it.”
Draco was speechless and turned around in his chair and pulled Harry down into a kiss, pouring his appreciation into it. He nibbled at Harry’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Harry opened his mouth and Draco massaged his tongue.
Harry was a bit stunned at first but then he just let himself be kissed; because he had a feeling Draco needed this. He was glad he decided to do this for Draco. Harry started to get into it and he started using his tongue, flicking it in different ways and making Draco moan.
Draco finally pulled away when he needed air and rested his forehead against Harry’s. He looked deep into Harry’s eyes and placed a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips again.
“Thank you so much for this,” he whispered.
Harry just placed a chaste kiss back on Draco’s lips and said, “Really, it was nothing.”
“It really was Harry, you just don’t know.”
Harry decided in that moment, he wanted to know everything about this man, and would gladly spend the rest of his life finding out.
1-Hospital of Witches in Italian, I know, not very creative, but I am not a really creative person…
2-Hog’s Head Now that, I think, is pretty clever ;)
A/N: I’ve never been to a bar, so the bar scene might not be real. Sorry!!! Also, if the ending seems a bit rushed, again I’m sorry, but to me it seemed to fit.
Comments are LOVE!
X-Posted like WOAH! Sorry
