smirkingcat | [Fic:] To meet you again 24

Title: To meet you again 24/24
Author:

smirkingcat
Word Count: 450
Rating: PG
Prompt:

slythindor100's 24th prompt:

Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
This will be the official end of To meet you again!
Thank you to all those who stuck with me this long- it was a pleasure having you along the journey., however it is not the end of the series yet- I shall resume it on the 27th when I have my pc and a connection again, and I hope you will enjoy the extras that are to follow!
Have a Merry Christmas! Thank you all so much for your support and I hope I shall see you around!

To meet you again 24

As Harry stepped into the room after Nott, nurses and healers were already busting around.

“Unspeakable Nott, what a relief you are here,”
One voice was saying while another voice drawled

“Theo! Make that imbecile move his wand out of my face, before he does some damage to my face.”

Harry’s heart skipped a beat, and another, before it started to hammer away.
Draco!
His Draco!
He was finally awake, back here with him in the same time.
With this he wouldn't need anything else underneath the Christmas tree forever- this is worth so much more than anything else could ever be.

“Let me do some quick checks and then we shall see,” Nott answered and did his thing. Harry had no clue what the wand movements did or meant, but he also didn’t care.

“Honestly, I don’t need to be checked up, I need to be checked out. Why am I even at St Mungos in the first place, I feel no pain, and as far as I could tell from the reactions around me, I obviously still look fine too,” Draco rolled his eyes, and let his gaze drift once more across all the people in his room.

“Harry,” Draco whispered as their gazes met.

Harry could just stare.
He was back, really back and relief washed through him.
Before he knew it he had his arms tightly around Draco his face hidden in Draco’s shoulder.
His Draco.
He even smelled better to Harry.

“I love you, so so much,” Harry whispered in a broken voice.

“Potter, you are making a scene,” Draco scuffed, but his arms still moved around Harry and held him close. “And if you do that, at least make it a good,” he added with a mischievous tone.

“What?” Harry asked confused, to relieved to think, to giddy to care.

“Kiss me,” Draco breathed against his ear, before he leaned in, to start the kiss that broke Harry’s heart and mended it at the same time.

More than three and a half years ago he had lost Draco, and now finally he was back, here with him.
Harry answered the kiss with desperation, trying to make every last nuance of Draco’s taste stick to his memory, while still enjoying the feel of his lover in his arm.

There was the loud noise of someone clearing his throat behind them, and Draco started to smile into the kiss.

“Draco,” came the impatient call next.

“See, that is making a scene with style,” Draco whispered against his lips, before he turned to speak to Nott: “yes, Theo, dear, what can I do for you?” in such an innocent way, that Harry failed to stifle his own snort.

Oh yes, his Draco was back!
And his life would find order again.
He could face everything, with this man by his side.

continuation: Past me, Future you