Written over on LJ for a Meme, cross-posting here. No plans to expand into anything more...

"Malfoy!"

Draco heard the shout but didn't bother to turn around. He picked up his pace just fast enough that no one could accuse him of fleeing but hopefully enough to put some distance between him and Potter. Another fifty meters and he would be at that apparation point and could make his escape.

"Dammit, Malfoy! Stop!" The shout echoed and filled the atrium. Even the very deaf Linus Stoffinlope turned to stare at Draco. Draco forced himself to stop, bracing his shoulders he turned to watch Potter running towards him, a parchment roll gripped tight in his hand. .

All eyes were on them as Potter skidded to halt in front of Draco, "What the hell is the meaning of this?" He shook the parchment at Draco.

"I think it is self explanatory," Draco said, not bothering to look at the scroll that he had set on his desk a mere five minutes earlier. "Unless, you need it to read it to you."

"I know what it is, I want to know why you are resigning." Potter glanced at the paper. "Tell me why I shouldn't tear up this piece of shite right now. You are our best auror and you damn well know it."

"I do not need to offer any explanation." Draco said stiffly.

"You don't? You might not owe the ministry an explanation but you sure as hell owe me one." Harry glanced around at the ministry employees that were frozen in place. He looked at Draco, "I demand one."

"You demand an explanation, Head Auror Potter?" Draco snapped. "This is bloody well why-" He grabbed the Saviour of the Wizarding World by his arms and yanked him to him. Without giving him a moment to fight he mashed his lips to Potter's, grinding them together so hard that he tasted blood. He pushed Harry back and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. "That is why, Potter."

Potter looked at him with a stunned look on his face. Draco turned and walked away, glaring at everyone as he passed them. Those in the queue at the apparation point moved wordlessly out of his way as he walked up to them. He turned and disapparated.

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Draco landed in his living room. He walked over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed the bottle of twelve year old scotch that Blaise had given him for his birthday, spilling some into a glass he threw it back.

"Idiot. Bloody idiot." Two years he had managed to work side by side with Potter carefully keeping his feelings hidden and in one rash minute he had ruined everything. Potter had clearly addled his brain. Resigning from the Aurors was the only thing that he had done in the last month that had made sense.

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Harry pounded his fist against the door, "MALFOY! I know you are in there!" There was no response, he pounded on the door again. It had taken him a full thirty seconds to recover from the shock of Malfoy kissing him. The git had already disappeared from the apparition station by the time Harry had reached it.

There was no doubt Malfoy was in his flat, he hadn't turned off the tracking charm that every Auror was required to use. "Let me in, Malfoy. I need to talk to you." Harry heard the sound of breaking glass and smiled to himself. Just what he needed to authorize the use of the advanced ward breaking charms. Auror in distress. Not responding to verbal commands. Breaking glass.

Drawing his wand, he screened for the wards that Malfoy had protecting his flat. He laughed at the complicated array that was displayed. "Little paranoid, Draco?" he murmured to himself as he set to work releasing the protective wards. He gave a delighted laugh as he felt Malfoy's response to his wards dropping, the bastard was putting up new ones as quickly as Harry was dropping them. The air sizzled with raw magic and flashes of light as they battled silently through the door.

"C'mon Malfoy - Draco. I just want to talk to you." The only response was a crack and a shimmer of blue sealing magic around the edge of the door. Harry stared at in exasperation, "Fine, Malfoy. If you want to play it that way. I'm done messing around. I'm coming in, you better step back." Harry lifted his arms and cast.

The force of the spell blew Harry against the opposite wall. Waving his arms to clear the dust he looked over to Malfoy's door and realized it wasn't there anymore. "Oops." Looking down the corridor Harry was glad that it was still the middle of the day and apparently all the other residents of the building because no one was peering out their door to see the cause of the crash.

Harry stepped over the rubble and into the flat, "Malfoy? Are you okay? Sorry about that, didn't think it would -" Harry's voice trailed off as he saw the crumpled figure on the floor. "Shite!"

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Malfoy moaned and shifted on the sofa, Harry hastily put his hand on the injured man's chest, holding him down, "Don't move just yet." Malfoy's eyes flew open and Harry saw the recognition in them a split second before the pain forced him to close them again. "I'm sorry, I didn't think-"

"Stop talking, Potter." Malfoy was laying perfectly still and Harry cast another diagnosis spell to make sure there was no sign of concussion. After another five minutes, during which Harry was fairly sure that Malfoy was fully conscious but wasn't speaking. He got up and cast another repairing spell to the wall that he had already repaired, smoothing out the cracks a little more. Unfortunately, it would need a coat of paint to cover all the damage. He looked back to see Malfoy was sitting up, watching him. His hair had fallen forward and the fact that he hadn't fixed it told Harry that he still wasn't fully recovered.

"I know that you were raised by Muggles but surely even in that crude society they understand that when someone doesn't answer the door it means they want you to go away," Harry opened his mouth to respond, "And, you've put the door back backwards. You can fix it as you leave."

"I just wanted to talk to you. Why didn't you answer the door?"

Malfoy started to laugh, but winced in pain, "Clearly, I didn't want to talk to you." He stood up, cautiously, "Please go, I think you've done more than enough damage today." The scowl on his face is one that Harry recognized from staff meetings when Malfoy had had his fill of Ministry bureaucracy.

Harry hesitated and then nodded, "Okay, I'll go, if that is what you really want. Be sure to take some headache potion." He walked up to Malfoy, standing mere inches away from him, "Just one last thing," Leaning forward he ghosted a kiss on his lips, as brutally hard as Malfoy's kiss had been in the atrium, his was gentle, nothing more than a promise of what could be. He stepped back, "When you are ready to talk, send me an owl."