Welcome back!
We're almost done with the third set; only two more drabbles including this one! The end is nowhere near close though; the fourth set will ahve both the regular drabbles and the ten requested ones, and I will alternate between the two. Also, I've decided that instead of having the last drabble being Harry's One True Chosen One, I will write another drabble after everyone has their fourth. So we still have twenty-one drabbles until you're rid of me!
Anyway, this story was half inspired by the stories of soldiers coming home to their families, and half inspired by my meeting of the first man with gray hair that I could call sexy. Odd combination, no? It'll make sense once you read it.
So, read on and enjoy!
Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt sat rigidly behind his, his back straight and fists clenched tightly against the arms of his chair.
Before him sat the British Ministry of Magic's Head Auror and the Leader of Magical Law Enforcement, Harry Potter, looking slightly bloodied and bruised. Auror Potter and a group of three others had been assigned to investigate a potential dangerous situation in Mid-East Asia, and had accidentally been caught up in a muggle conflict residing in the area.
The reconnaissance mission was supposed to last no more than a week; the man before him, his team included, had been missing for almost two months before they had been able to return to British soil.
Kingsley's ignored Harry's droning report about how the reconnaissance team was had been forced to lie low or risk being injured and how he was sorry that the mission had not been completed successfully in favor of staring at the other man, drinking in his features. Other than a thin gash on his right cheek, Auror Potter seemed relatively unharmed; or that's what his medical dossier had said, at least. The Minister still watched the other carefully though, observing Harry's unconscious twitches of pain as he aggravated a concealed wound on the left side of his torso, and Kingsley searched for any other idiosyncratic deviations that might allude to any further damages.
"That is all, Minister." Harry concluded, startling Kingsley, who had been thoroughly searching for any wounds that might make themselves apparent on the brunette's lips.
"Thank you, Auror Potter." The Minister murmured, relaxing and slouching slightly in his high-backed chair. "Stand at ease."
There was a moment of stillness before Harry launched himself over Kingsley's desk, crushing his lips to the other man's. The elder's arms wrapped around the brunette's slim waist as he pulled Harry to his chest, gripping him in a tight hug. Harry broke off the kiss, panting slightly, and Kingsley buried his head in the other's shoulder, inhaling his lover's scent deeply.
"I thought you had…" Kingsley, ex-head auror and current Minister of Magic of one of the largest and most influential nations in the magical world, could not finish his confession, throat choking with emotion.
Harry's eyes softened and he nuzzled the side of the other man's head, settling himself comfortably in Kingsley's lap. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry."
"You're going to give me gray hairs, Harry. Well, more gray hairs." Kingsley chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath Harry's touch as the elder reached up to stroke his temple.
"I think the gray hair is sexy." Harry chuckled, brushing his hand over the elder's short hair. "So I'm fine with that."
"Do you have a mission tomorrow?" Kingsley asked after chuckling for a second time, leaning into Harry's petting.
"Hmm. I think so." Harry replied, moving to lightly rub his lover's broad chest.
"Not anymore. Minister's orders." Kingsley leaned down for another kiss, smothering Harry's startled squeak as he picked him up and started carrying him out of the office.
"Wha-!" Harry started, shivering at the other's dark smirk.
"You're on extended leave as of now for medical reasons. You need a vacation." Kingsley's low laugh rang out once more. "Rest, relaxation; just you and me. Sound good?
"Perfect." Harry replied, laying his head on Kingsley's chest, the other man's steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep.
...Why do I love my Kingsley/Harry drabbles so much? Do you all like them as well? If so, leave me a review and tell me what you like, don't like, or any other constructive criticisms you may have. I am open to improvement, but if you don't tell me what I can improve then I will not be able to.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this drabble and the next post will be coming soon!
Ariaeris~
