Drarry Oneshots

7| TV

Harry had just settled in his favorite cushy arm chair and turned on the tv when a person's face took shape in the fireplace.

He groaned, it was his boss, Quinn.

"Potter, we need you in the office again," she barked at him.

"But the game-,"

"Now!" She said and then she disappeared.

Harry absolutely hated the new way of contact that the ministry adopted.

It was his house and his boss could basically drop in at any time to harass him.

Harry had been looking forward to this quidditch game for weeks! And now he had to go in for work.

But then an idea struck him; he could probably catch the game on the little tv that his friend Lenny had.

Few people had them since they were muggle devices but Lenny knew how great they were just as he did.

He sighed, unrolling his sleeves and buttoning his shirt back up.

"Going somewhere, Harry?" Draco appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"I just got called back into work," Harry grimaced.

A pout broke over Draco's face, he too hated how easily Harry could be roped back to work.

Work was work and belonged no where at home, that was his two cents on the matter.

Unfortunately, when you worked for the ministry, it was even harder to say no.

On Harry's way out, Draco slipped his jacket on him and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

"You'll be back home soon?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"I don't know, I hope so," Harry replied, still keeping a hold on Draco's hips.

"Well you should get going before Quinn starts the timer on your life," he laughed.

"Ha ha very funny, I wouldn't be surprised if she had some kind of dark stopwatch that could kill you," Harry said wryly.

"I love you," Draco smirked.

"And I love you," with that, Harry was off.

Draco watched his slim, retreating figure until there was nothing to see but the dim light of the evening.

Turning back inside, he noticed that the tv was still on and a quidditch stadium was coming into view.

"Aw he's gonna miss the match," he said to no one in particular.

* * *

"Come on, come on Len!" Harry was practically begging.

"I'm sorry Harry but if Quinn catches us... well it won't be pretty," Lenny said.

"She catches us all the time!"

"Yeah but you saw how she was when she sent out the call, she's on edge today,"

"That woman lives on the edge," Harry muttered and trudged back to his office, passing the secretary, Marcilyn.

"Oh hello Mr. Potter," she chirped.

He grunted in return and slammed the door.

There was so much damn paperwork he could drown in it.

Suddenly he knew why his boss was so snarky about everything;
It was close to the end of the year report turn in and if everything wasn't in by tomorrow night, it would be Quinn's head on the platter.

"Merlin don't tempt me," Harry said aloud at the very image in his head.

A few hours later (he was surprised it wasn't longer) and all the papers were done. Everything was sorted neatly into stack according to topic.

"This is the neatest I've ever seen your office," Ron said, causing Harry to startle.

"Blimey mate! I could have shit myself," Harry grinned in reply.

"You better check that, you can never be too sure," Ron said.

"Roger that," Harry said.

The two friends chatted it up while Harry locked up his office. Maybe if he was lucky enough to he'd be able to spend some time with Draco if it wasn't too late when he got home.

"Oh Harry," Ron said, "did you see the game on that VT of yours?"

"Tv," Harry corrected him, "and no,"

"Oh you shoulda seen it the score-,"

"Ba-ba-ba!" He cut him off, "I don't wanna hear it,"

Harry wasn't going to lie, he was just about miserable that he missed the game but if he didn't see it himself, he wasn't going to know the score.

It was the way he was, no if's or but's about it.

Ron only shrugged and shortly after bode him farewell and Harry apparated home.

Harry kicked his shoes off and threw himself face-first into the couch.

He let out an unearthly sound at impact to which Draco replied, "how was work?"

Harry yelped, "why is everyone sneaking up on me today?!"

"I've been here the whole time," Draco poked his cheek.

"You didn't have to stay up for me," Harry smiled up at his husband.

"Guess what," he leaned down closer to Harry.

"What?"

"I... recorded.... the.... game.... for.... you..." Draco breathed out every syllable dramatically.

Harry squirmed under his hot breath and for a second, what Draco said hadn't registered.

Until it did.

"REALLY?" He exclaimed.

"YES!"

"YOU FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THAT?"

"YEAH!"

"I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!"
Harry threw his arms around Draco and danced him around the couch.

"I thought we could watch it together," Draco said.

"I'll get the popco-,"

"-done," Draco gestured to the table where a green bowl sat.

"Draco Malfoy-Potter I love you," Harry said again.

"I know," Draco snickered and the two spent the night watching the match and trying to toss popcorn into each other's mouths.