Don't question what I'm about to do, it is what it is. If Draco got a job as a auror, he did. Don't Question it please!Also the time is going to like crazy fast so keep up.
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It had been almost two years since Harry and Draco bonded.
And if you think about it honestly? No one would ever be as happy as they were with each other.
Things changed after they defeated Voldemort.
Everyone's perspective towards Draco changed completely, he was seen as a hero alongside Harry.
He had been an ally towards Harry and the school at many parts.
Draco was no longer frowned upon.
Draco and Harry got a job offer shortly after for being a Auror.
Harry had declined, but Draco took the job. Harry was happy for him, but he got over his happiness very soon, when he realised he wouldn't get as much time as he did before with Draco.
Draco left a week after he sent a letter saying he would be happy to join the Auror training program.
Draco was gone for 2 months, he and Harry write to each-other, but slowly Draco stopped sending Harry letters.
He was too tired with the training and studying.
Harry understood, of course.
But that didn't help with the loneliness, the fact that Harry was the one who pushed Draco to be a Auror, Draco had decided to say no, but Harry convinced him to say yes.
He didn't want to, but he did regret the decision inside a little bit.
He missed Draco too much but he did sometimes felt a tug in his chest which sent butterflies throughout his body a couple times because, that tug meant Draco was missing him.
After watching Draco's dedication towards his training, they had Draco give a early exam and only in three months, Draco became a successful, strong auror.
Draco had returned home not knowing when he would be leaving next.
Since the moment Draco stepped inside the house that they had later bought together, Harry never left Dracos side.
For at least two weeks, Harry didn't let Draco leave the bed. All the pent up sexual frustration inside the both of them became even stronger and their love making had amplified because of the bond.
Harry had realised that the bond made him feel Draco close even when he was far away, and when he was close? It just felt... unexplainable.
Only after a month when they had got set in a daily routine, and had started to feel like it was before, Draco got a parchment, it said he was to leave to go on a top secret mission and that it was important that he'd report first thing tomorrow morning.
Harry's heart broke when Draco said he had to leave.
It was after Draco kissed Harry goodbye and left, Harry realised that there was a chance that he would never get to see Draco again... that Draco might di- NO. he cannot die on me.
He won't.
A tear slipped his eyes as he backed on the close door, sunk to his feet as he held the doorknob still over his head.
Please don't.
I can't lose anyone else.
A week passed, Harry was withering away.
Mornings he spent thinking, crying, wondering.
Nights he spent wishing, praying, dying.
He thought If Draco was okay and not hurt.
He cried missing Draco's arm around him.
He wondered if Draco would return.
He wished Draco to come back safe.
He Prayed for the tug inside his chest to never go away.
And he died, every night, just a little bit.
That's when he understood what Draco meant when he'd said that 'love hurt'
Because it did.
So fucking much that he might die of it.
A month passed and Harry stopped eating, only reason he cooked in the first place was because as slim as Draco looked? He had a huge appetite.
All he would do every night was wish that his would feel the bond intact.
Two months passed, no letter, nothing.
Harry stopped going outside of his house, he isolated himself.
What was the point of roaming around the streets knowing that he'd return to a empty house every time?
He couldn't bring himself to sleep all eight hours, he couldn't. He had to have the constant reminder in the middle of his chest, making him know that Draco was alive.
It was the middle of the second month when Harry was on the verge of not getting out of bed at all, Draco came back.
Harry was so happy he couldn't believe a person could feel that kind of happiness.
But that happiness was short lived, when he pulled away from the suffocating hug, he saw Dracos face.
He was bruised, his arm seemed like it had been broken a few times.
Draco looked so Beaten up, it made Harry want to cry.
So he did.
Harry cried in Dracos arms, telling him how much he missed Draco, asking him if he was okay.
" hey, I'm okay Hare. Don't worry about me being too much. I love you." Draco had spoken.
"I love you too, you're here now, now we can stay together everyday and I can cook delicious food for you, everything you love." Harry smiled through his tears as he snuggled even harder against Draco, taking in his mint-vanilla scent.
"Harry.."
Everything had seemed fine but his voice went down a octave.
"I have to leave in a few minutes."
Harry's heart broke again.
He never knew a heart could break so hard.
Or maybe he had known, but he didn't care.
" I had to pull a lot of strings to come see you, but I can't again, for a long time. Some people are after me because I helped capture their leader. They have become... murderous. I can't stay too long because they might track me here."
Harry couldn't hear anything, his mind couldn't process what was happening.
Not couldn't. It didn't want to process the fact that Draco was leaving again.
But he had to do this for him.
Harry couldn't live with himself if he became selfish and stop Draco from making a career harry himself had rejected.
Harry took in a deep breath and bit back his tears, he looked Draco in the eye and told him he loved him, he told Draco that he'd miss him and that he understood.
Harry started into a space on his bed as Draco apparated away.
After another month, Harry contacted Hermonie.
They had reconciled after they'd left together to find the horcruxes.
But Ron had not taken the news of Harry and Draco being together, he was religious, traditional and the mere thought disgusted him, so he broke their friendship.
Monie was stuck in between, she couldn't possibly schooled between her best friends, so Harry did what Harry alway did.
He couldn't be selfish.
So he took himself out of the equation.
Right now? He needed a friend to talk to.
He had to feel better.
So he wrote a letter to Hermonie.
She replied instantly, saying he was happy he'd written to her.
She said that she would come to him and help him through whatever he was going through.
And she did.
Hermonie had become one of the best mind healers in the whole wizarding world.
Even the biggest most influential wizards and witches had to wait on a waiting list which was longer than Snape's nose which he stuck in every damn thing every time.
Harry chucked a little when he remembered the time the marauders map had called Snape out on his nosiness.
Two month after that, Harry had started to feel better.
He still missed Draco, but he didn't let himself wither away.
He worked on himself.
Hermonie moved in for a while so that Harry didn't feel alone.
He watched movies he liked, he made food he enjoyed, he hung out with his friends, went on shopping sprees.
He waited for Draco to return, he counted the days, but he waited.
He didnt date, he didn't kiss anyone else.
He waited for the love of his life to return.
Harry realised year had passed, and it had been nine or some months since he'd seen Draco.
But it was amazing how he still felt the tug in him, making him smile.
He knew it was Draco telling him he was there.
That he loved him.
And Harry loved him too.
Harry loved Draco way too much for his own good, but he couldn't help it.
He just couldn't.
That was precisely why, one night when he was sleeping, he suddenly jumped awake, his body was on first one second and the other he felt it.
It felt the bond break.
It was like his chest had been cut open.
Harry screamed as tears covered his face.
The physical pain went away.
But the mental pain didn't.
Harry knew what had happened.
There was only one explanation that entered Harry's head.
Draco was dead.
"He- he dead." Harry mumbled as he cried so hard his face tuned crimson.
He got up and started trashing his room.
He screamed and broke everything.
He broke the frames, he ripped off the curtains, he broke the cupboards.
But the pain didn't go away.
"No no no no no no" he kept mumbling in a chant, "he's dead. He's dead. No no no. Please no." He cried harder and harder.
His tears didn't stop.
H
e was falling, so hard that he wished he'd hit the ground.
But he couldn't feel that relief.
Anyone who said that heartbreak made you feel empty was fucking wrong.
This heartache was full enough to make Harry want to jump off the balcony.
Harry suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on the door to the balcony.
He could.
He wanted to.
He did.
He almost did.
If it wasn't for Hermonie who ran upstairs and pulled Harry back before he'd killed himself, Harry would have died.
"Harry! What the hell are you doing?! What happened! Please don't do this again. You don't deserve to die! Not by death eaters nor by Voldemort and especially not by yourself!"
"He-"
"What Harry? Tell me, what happened?"
"He's dead." Harry's voice was so dark as if it were of a dead body.
"Who's dead?"
"Him. D-Draco. I felt him leave. He's dead. The bond broke when he died."
"What.." she mumbled, unable to process the information.
In a room of silence where only the sound of the wishing of air was to be heart, Harry stood, no emotion on his face as he spoke with a clear loud and strong voice for the last time.
"He is Dead. Draco is dead."
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