Saving Draco Malfoy - Drarry

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Harry sits in front of a desk where a tall, stiff, young man glares at him pointedly.

"You've got to understand! It's not that I think I'm better than the work, it's just.. I did all this without a choice for so long!"

"Don't let me stop you from leaving, really. However, it seems that the entire wizarding world in under the impression that you're some big hero, Potter. But apparently there's been a fluke. You're willing to risk innocent lives because of what, PTSD?!"

Harry tries to calm himself down. He can't do anything too rash. He's still Harry Bloody Potter, and him, "going off the rails," and quitting his job will already make the front page news as it is.

"I really am sorry.
This just isn't what I want to do with my life," he says, trying to gain any bit of the mans sympathy that is only ever apparent when he's out of his uniform.

The man sucks in a breath sharply,
"Then leave, Potter. No one here is going to stop you. Your pity had kept you working long enough. We'll survive."

Harry tries to smile at the face in front of him. The man used to be so intimidating when he was working, but now...

"I really am sorry,
Zabini."

"You're just repeating yourself.
It's whatever, Potter. Pay the situation no mind. Turn in your badge at the front desk."

Harry nods slowly and stands up from his seat.

"Oh.. and Potter, be sure to give my hellos to the Malfoy's. I heard you've been spending a lot of time at tea parties lately."

Harry glares on his way out.

An hour later, he is, in fact, sitting in the Malfoy's vast den and enjoying a cup of tea.

Draco walks into the room and spots him, looking rather comfortable.

"Don't you have a life, Potter? A job, perhaps?"

He perks up at the sound of Draco's voice and looks in his direction.

"I actually just quit my job, Malfoy," Harry says, looking him in the eye with a bright smile.
"Would you believe it? Oh, by the way, Zabini sends his love."

"What was that prick doing at your office?"

"He's the head of magical law enforcement now. Auror."

"You're kidding," Draco snorts in disbelief.

"Nope. I thought you guys were close, did something happen?"

He sits down across from Harry.

"He was my friend more out of obligation than anything, Potter," Draco pauses, "Also a bit of a drunk back in school, did you know? Stopped hanging out with him the moment the war ended. I supposed he's changed or something?"

Harry nods in response.

"I guess I just never saw it like that," he says.

"My friendship?"

Harry shrugs.

"Yes, well.. to be fair, you're about as observant as a brick."

Harry grins,
"And you're a pompous git who's only joy in life is to spite me."

"Well it is rather enjoyable."

Harry rolls his eyes,
"Shove off, Malfoy."

Draco looks slightly ticked off all of the sudden.

"You're unbelieveable!"

Harry doesn't realise how easily he's falling perfectly into his old role and gets ready to fight back, "WELL YOU-"