Harry stared out the kitchen window of the Burrow, watching the horizon anxiously. It was storming, the rain clattering loudly against the roof and windows. Harry had been in that exact spot, staring out that window for over an hour now. The Order's big mission in Bulgaria was supposed to have been completed by now. They were supposed to be back today.
Hermione watched him from her place at the table, her hands wrapped around a warm mug of tea. She gave Ron a worriedly look. He smiled grimly at her and took a drink of his own tea.
"Harry," Hermione called, her voice soft. "Why don't you come sit down? You're tea is getting cold." But Harry wasn't listening. There was a flash of light in the distance and then several figures appeared over the hill. Harry turned and pushed his way out the door, running full on across the damp grass. He scaled the garden wall and took off up the hill. Smiles greeted him as a blonde figure pushed his way through the line, meeting Harry half way. Arms wrapped around waists and necks, lips searching desperately for each other as the rain fell around them.
Harry let Draco pull him closer, kissing him hungrily and holding him so tight he could scarcely breathe. But that was alright. The rain had long since drenched their clothes, but they didn't mind. They were together. Draco was home. He was safe. And for now, that was all that Harry cared about.