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The Next Step - All Roads Lead Home, CH 29

sorry this is a day late - I was attending a funeral - and wrote this quite drunk and didn't have time to beta it until now.

Chapter Title: The Next Step
All Roads Lead Home, CH 29
Author: [personal profile] digthewriter
Word Count: 645
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: [info]adventdrabbles | [community profile] adventdrabbles DAY 29: Gift Giving.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed. (AO3 LINK)

"You know, you could always come back with me…" Potter's voice was so silken smooth, Draco wanted to say yes to everything.

"Shut up, Potter," Draco said instead.

Christmas was over, and the time for giftgiving and daydreaming was over, as well. They were at Pansy's annual New Year's Eve party and tonight, Potter was Draco's date and there was already a lot of pressure on him. He didn't need Potter to whisper sweet nothings in his ear - ideas that could never be.

"I'm serious, Draco," Potter said, turning Draco around to face him as they were on the dance floor.

"It's enough everyone's watching us," Draco said.

"Yeah? So… let them watch."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Easy for you to say because you'll go back to Mexico or wherever after and I'm the one that'll stay—"

"That's what I'm telling you, Draco. You could come with me."

"You're daft, do you know that?"

"I did some research, you know, and I found a programme for you to enroll in."

"What are you on about, Potter?" Draco sighed and finally gave in. Potter had been trying to talk to him all day and Draco hadn't been in the mood for it. Whatever it was, was most likely too far fetched for Draco and whatever fantasy Potter had cooking up in his head.

Potter grabbed Draco by the elbow and took him away from the crowd.

"Finally," he said, placing his hands on Draco's shoulders. "Finally you'll listen to me."

"Okay, fine. Just tell me whatever it is!"

"I know you started working at The Home five years ago and your role's changed a long since then. You told me this. You went from managing operations to basically running the finances now and supervising the entire operations and the fundraising team."

"Yeah, so?" Draco said, almost scoffing. It wasn't that big of a deal. He wanted to give Malfoy a good name.

"Right. So, last time — I mean at the Christmas party you were talking to some Ministry officials about opening up The Home on a more international level. Help them get the education and the language skills before they went off to Hogwarts…"

Potter paused and Draco couldn't help but look at him surprised. He'd been listening. Whatever chance Draco got, he would talk about improving The Home and making it more welcoming but it was different to know someone had actually listened.

"The programme I'm in. It's not Ministry sanctioned, which means, they offer a variety of subjects and you do not have to be an Auror to sign up. I found a certification programme for developing a more intercultural orphanage. Directors learning about spells to provide translations in home and welcoming—"

"I'm not a director, Potter."

"That doesn't matter, Draco, I can get the Minister to write a reference on your behalf. And your programme isn't as rigorous as mine. It's not more three months and you get the weekends off which means you can come back to check on Teddy and see how things are going at The Home. And if you like it, you could continue on with Level two."

"Why…" Draco hesitated. "You found this in just a handful of days?"

Potter shrugged. "Maybe I started looking into it before I even left. So what? Whatever. I've wanted us to be together longer than you, Draco. I've wanted us."

"And what if it doesn't work?"

Potter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. His hair stuck up in random directions in the back. It was stupid and endearing.

"If it doesn't work is because you and I don't get along or whatever. Or we fight a lot or something stupid which is all really stupid because I love you and it'll work."

"I'm sorry? You what?"

"For fuck's sake, Draco. I love you. Don't you just know that already?"


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