Always
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Cold tea was dripping onto Harry's shoe but he couldn't be bothered to move. Their office was still ringing with the bang of Malfoy slamming the door shut behind him. Harry's files were a tea-drenched mess; Malfoy's favourite quill was snapped in two. He'd swept everything off their desks before his fuming exit. Breaking up with Harry. Again.
The tea was soaking through the leather into Harry's sock. Bloody bigoted, obnoxious, insufferable git.
Harry found him in the Aurors' mess, smoking and staring into the cup he was using for an ashtray. The moment Harry entered Malfoy's head snapped up. He could see the brightness in his eyes before Malfoy whipped out his wand. Luckily, Harry still was faster than him.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Fuck you, Potter!"
Harry had him against the wall, at wand-point. "Listen to me."
"Oh, but how could I not listen when threatened by the most powerful wizard alive, the great and almighty Harry Potter who's –" Malfoy went quiet, just so. Perhaps he'd seen how hard Harry's wand was shaking.
"I want you," Harry said into the sudden silence, "as my partner and in my bed. I want to be with you and grow old with you, get bald and fat and doddery and ..." Choking on the words, he could only look at Malfoy like he'd done for so many years.
Malfoy gently pushed the wand away and wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him close. "It's all right, Potter," he whispered, "I'll always be with you."