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Written for Assignment 5, Task 8: Astilbe symbolise 'waiting for you': Write about someone waiting for a loved one
Word Count: 608
Keeping Promises
Kingsley sniggered as Harry tripped up over nothing on his way over.
"Harry, how is it that you can make miracles happen on the quidditch pitch, but you're an absolute disaster on the ground?" he asked when Harry was near enough to hear him.
Harry wrinkled his nose. "It's a talent?" he offered. And then grinned, because, "You're here! I thought you were still away on assignment!"
"I didn't want to promise you I'd be back and then let you down," Kingsley replied, leaning down to press a kiss to Harry's cheek. "But you know that I didn't want to miss your final."
"We won!"
"I saw that," Kingsley agreed. "Stunning catch, as always."
"Wanna come and celebrate with me?" Harry asked, and Kingsley had to laugh because Harry's sly smirk really didn't match with his Quidditch uniform at all, not to mention the messy hair and cheerful eyes.
"Hmm. I have to go to the office and check in, but I'll meet you at the bar later, okay? I assume you're going to the usual place?"
Harry nodded and then pressed up on his toes for a kiss. "Love you."
"I love you too."
…
Checking in took longer than Kingsley was expecting, and by the time he got to the bar, the celebration was in full swing.
It took him a moment to find Harry, deep in the mix of Puddlemere players and their families.
Harry gave him such a vibrant smile when he saw him that any tiredness Kingsley had been feeling from the mission was quickly wiped away, and he reached out just in time for Harry to literally fall into his arms.
"Hi."
Kingsley smiled down at the green eyed imp and shook his head. "Hi."
"'M' glad you're here," Harry told him. "Cause we won and imma little bit dunk. Uh. Drunk."
"I see that," Kingsley agreed. "I think you've probably earned it though."
"Can we go home and have celebratory sex now?"
"How about you stay with your team for a while and we'll have celebratory sex in the morning after you've had a hangover potion, hmm?"
Harry wrinkled his nose. "But sex. I've missed you."
Kingsley pressed a kiss to the very tip of Harry's nose. "I missed you too."
Before Harry could reply, his name was called by one of his teammates and he was soon distracted enough to let go of Kingsley.
Kingsley smiled fondly and made his way to the bar. He'd earned a drink of his own.
…
"There is a band playing terribly loud music in my brain," Harry complained, shifting beneath the sheets of their bed.
Kingsley glanced up from the book he'd been reading to smile at his partner and pointed to the potion on his bedside table.
"Drink that, you'll feel better."
Harry nodded, winced, and then did as Kingsley suggested, grimacing at the taste.
"Urgh. If anyone ever makes a nice tasting hangover potion, I'll sign over all of my vaults."
He dragged himself from the bed to the en-suite bathroom and Kingsley listened to him following his usual morning routine.
Ten minutes passed before Harry was sliding back into bed, looking much more put together. Kingsley slipped a bookmark into the open pages of his book and placed it carefully on the bedside table before he turned on his side, facing Harry.
"I believe you have some promises to keep," Harry said, shifting until they were pressed together, as close as they could be.
"So I do," Kingsley agreed, rolling them until he was above Harry, his arms cradling each side of Harry's head. "Best start keeping them, hadn't I?"