Title: Long Day

Disclaimer: Since the Harry Potter author's name is J. and mine is Dei Starr, you can see there would be some discrepancies should I claim ownership in any way shape or form.

Warnings: Implications of a sexual relationship between two men owmigawd!

A/N: The next prompt was actually "Holiday" by ThatCrazyGinger BUT it turned into a full chapter story. I'll post the link and the first chapter here once I've got it up. This prompt was from PrincessWarrior-17.

It is ALSO an entry in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum's Slash/Femmeslash Boot Camp Challenge, for prompt number 8. I also used prompt number 4 from the OTP bootcamp challenge.

Thanks for the prompts, guys!

Prompt from reviewer: Roses

Prompt from first challenge: Rain

Prompt from second challenge: Battered

Harry stumbled through the door at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. It was late; beyond late, it was early, and he was exhausted, wet, filthy, and miserable. He felt utterly battrred by the elements and the circumstances of the last two days. It was nearly dawn.

He'd spent hours in the freezing rain on a stakeout that had resulted in a long chase and an arduous spellfight. He'd nearly been taken down and had been forced to wait for treatment at St. Mungo's before going home, due to all the dark magic he'd been hit with. He hadn't even had a chance to rest there because of all the poking and prodding and wand waving they had been doing. He'd been up for nearly 48 hours straight and all he wanted was sleep and a hot shower. A bath would be lovely but he was afraid he'd fall asleep in the tub. It was times like this that he hated bring an Auror.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the hall mirror and snorted a laugh that was too tired to come out properly. He looked a fright; his messy black hair was greasy and actually standing all on end, and his usually bright green eyes were dull and glassy, bloodshot and red-rimmed. He stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, and wearily opened the door. He Lumos'ed the room, only to stop short in surprise.

There was a lump in his bed. A blond lump. A blond lump that sat up and mumbled blearily, "Harry? Are you just getting in now?" Sleepy grey eyes peeked out at him from under his blanket. "Draco." He'd adjusted the wards for his boyfriend a month ago, but he'd never taken advantage of it before. Why now? thought Harry desperately.

He felt .a wave of humiliation sweep through him that the other man would see him in such a state. Never mind that the blond had seen him in worse before, as his usual healer; but that was before. When they hadn't been dating.

"What... What are you doing here?"

"We had plans last night, Potter." That was bad. He only called Harry, "Potter" when he was either teasing or upset with him. He didn't sound like he was teasing now. There was a note of reproach in his voice. "Don't you remember?"

Fuck Harry closed his eyes and mentally kicked himself. Their one-month anniversary. They had been going to celebrate; Harry had the evening all planned out. And it was ruined.

"Drake, I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I got stuck on a stakeout and after 30 hours I'd kind of lost track of things. I haven't slept for nearly 48 hours." He gestured with his hands, pleadingly. "Let me make it up to you? After I sleep?"

Draco sat up straighter and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He took a good look at Harry. "Merlin, Potter, you look half dead!" Harry shrugged helplessly. "

Stakeout for 30 hours in the freezing rain; long chase, nasty spellfight, and a trip to St. Mungo's," he summarized. Draco's eyes narrowed. He didn't like it when other healers treated Harry; he didn't trust them not to do something wrong.

Harry privately thought he was just being possessive; but it was kind of sweet. Draco climbed out of bed and walked over to Harry.

Harry noticed he was wearing a pair of his flannel pj bottoms, and was secretly thrilled. It was the first time he'd gotten to see Draco in his clothes and he loved it. He also loved that Draco had wanted to see him so badly he'd climbed into Harry's bed rather than going home - even after Harry had ruined their plans by not showing up.

"Let's get you a bath," said Draco, wrinkling his nose. How he could be a healer and still be so sensitive to smells was beyond Harry. "You reek." Harry groaned.

"I think I might fall asleep in the tub," he admitted. "If I can manage to stand I'll grab a shower."

"You'll take a bath; I'll wash your back and keep you from falling asleep until you get to bed," Draco declared. "After being out in the freezing rain for so long, Merlin knows you need to warm up."

Harry smiled, knowing Draco would insist on having his way if Harry disagreed. "Alright."

The bath was lovely. Draco put rose petals and rose oil into the water, and the scent and silky feel of it made Harry sigh with pleasure. He tried not think what Draco's original plans had been for the rose oil and petals; it made him feel more wretched.

After he was clean, Draco insisted he lay down and get a massage. "Your muscles must be aching."

The bed was covered in rose petals, and a bouquet of his favourite blue roses sat on the bedside table, Harry noticed with a pang of guilt. Draco got out more rose oil to give him a rub down. His hands were soft and gentle; healer's hands.

"Just relax and go to sleep, Harry," he crooned. "Let me take care of you."

"But, Draco, you-" began Harry, but Draco placed a finger over his lips.

"Will be here when you wake up. You need this," he said simply.

"But it was your anniversary, too," murmured Harry, fighting to stay awake.

"And as your boyfriend, I fully expect you to make it up to me once you've had some sleep," said Draco sternly. "But for now, I want you to rest. As your healer and as your boyfriend."

Draco smiled tenderly at him, and a wave of happiness swept over Harry. He really didn't deserve this man.

"I love you, you know," he mumbled.

"I know," Draco replied smugly. "And I love you, too, you silly git. Now sleep." His voice was firm.

As Harry drifted off to sleep, he promised himself that he would make it up to Draco when he woke up. Starting with the shag of his life.

After all, he had the best boyfriend in the world, and a lot to make up for.