Finding our way home

* ok I'm taking a fluff break for some serious smut, read at your own risk. This is about Draco being deployed over seas and all that jazz. Enjoy❤️*

(You may need google translate for some parts. I'm fluent in German so I kinda said why not...)

TW: military, weapons, blood, intimacy (extreme), language

Relationships: Draco/Harry, Neville/Luna, Dean/Seamus, Ron/Hermione,

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Harry was proud of Draco, really he was. Draco was by far the best gunman in his unit, and he had the strategy and leadership skills to get him far. At twenty years old he was the youngest colonel in Army history, and he was a damn good one too. But on top of all of that, Harry hated that Draco was deployed, hated waking up to the TV reporting a bomb in Iran, hated waiting for the men in black suits to walk up to the door with a letter, a letter that would end him. He hated it, but he loved Draco, and wanted him to be happy. Every week Harry received a letter without an address, delivered by soldiers. Harry couldn't respond, but he loved reading Draco's letters. He loved his smile, his messy hair, his muscled torso. But most of all he loved Draco for who he was, for his want- no need to help people. And every letter had a clue to a gift Draco had hidden in all sorts of places before he left.

The doorbell rung and Harry hopped from his chair, a huge grin on his face. This weeks letter was here.

"Hey Dean!" Harry said with a huge grin as he opened the door to the one story flat he and Draco owned.

"Hey Harry. How's it going?!" He asked joyfully as he handed Harry the small letter, the address written in Draco's gorgeous, loopy cursive.

"Great how are you?" Harry asked with a grin, pocketing the envelope.

"Oh just great. Really pissing Seamus off with my schedule." Dean laughed.

"How are you guys?" Harry asked curiously.

"Great thanks for asking! Oh and I saw Hermione and Ron on my way over, they send their love. So does Draco by the way." He smiled. "Two hints today."

"Damn." Harry couldn't contain the grin as he shook his head. "The bastard loves this little scavenger hunt."

"Indeed." Dean snickered. "Welp I gotta head over to Luna's. She'll be worried sick about Neville if I don't get this letter to her."

"Tell her I said hello!" Harry hollered as Dean drove away.

•••

Harry ripped the top of the letter off and reached for the contents inside. First he read the letter Draco had wrote in the same pretty cursive as on the front of the letter. It read:

Dearest Harry, Love of my life,

I can already hear you laughing at my intro, but I don't mind. I love being able to imagine you grinning as you read my writing. But Harry, we have run into some trouble at the Base (I can't tell you which one :( sorry love). We are going to have to press forward in the morning, and baby I'm not sure how it will go. So I'm writing to you everything I feel, everything I'll ever need to tell you, so if I'm gone by the time you read this, you have something to hold onto. I don't mean to make you sad sweetheart, i just want to make sure you know everything, just in case. First off, my handwriting is wayyyy better than yours. So I wrote you twenty letters that you can open when I'm gone. Whether in be in a week, or when you're eighty, I want you to have them. Next, I made a series of videos and if you watch one every week, you'll have enough to last two years. I know it's crazy, but I make one every single night love. Third, I want you to know it was my full intention to marry you, so if I don't come back, there is a marriage license with the videos and letters. I've already signed it, so if you sign it we'll be married. I'm so sorry I couldn't get you a diamond, if I come home I swear I'll give you the most beautiful wedding you've ever seen. Next on the list is, well it's hard to write actually, but I need to tell you. Harry love, if I die, you don't owe me anything. You can marry or love or date anyone you want, please know I won't be mad with you. Of course if I don't die then you're stuck with me. I really don't want to hurt you love,

Harry flipped the page over, tears pouring down his face.

, but I know you think it's wrong, or evil, but it's not. Next, tell Weasley he can have my Queen and AC/DC tracks, but I swear if he takes them before I'm gone I'll kill you both with my ghost. Tell Hermione my library's hers as long as you're ok with it love. I wrote my will before I was deployed, and that's with the videos and letters too. Everything is yours love. I've met with my lawyer to make sure Dad doesn't try to take anything from you. Next I want to tell you that I've loved you forever. My heart hurt before I had you, and every single night I smile as I dream about holding you, about how there are only two short months until I can come and kiss you until your lips turn red. I can't wait, and I hope I don't die before I get to. Kevlar would say hi, but of course I can't translate to dog so I've no clue what to write. She would say something like this: hello second father, first father tried to blow me up yesterday when I sniffed out a bomb, and tried to win back my affection with food. I cannot wait to be relieved of duty so I can come back to someone civilized.

Harry, I love you with every fiber of my being, and it took so long to write that it's now three a.m and time for us to press forward. I love you more than life itself. Baby I adore you, and I hope you never have to read this again without me. I hope I can lay with you one night and watch the videos and read the letters and laugh. I hope one day we hold a bundle of joy in our hands, wedding bands on our fingers. Sweetheart I swear I'll come home. I'll do everything in my power, you have my word.

With undying love and affection,

Your lover, Draco and his partner Kevlar Malfoy.

P.S. Cedric, Neville, Blaise, and the rest of unit 157 say hello and good morning/afternoon/night.

P.P.S. Your two clues are: Seamus and Dean's pride and joy and Ron's passion. I love you dearest.

Harry sobbed quietly, clutching the letter. He didn't know whether to scream, laugh, smile, or cry. Was Draco dead at this moment? Had he been shot down? Blown up? Tortured? Harry dug his hand into the envelope looking for the rest of the contents only to find there weren't any. He remembered the clues and quickly raced outside to Draco's Lamborghini Centurion, throwing the doors up and racing to Dean and Seamus' house. When he arrived he slammed on the door, tears dried to his face.

The door flung open and there was Seamus in his pajamas.

"BABE!" He yelled.

"WHAT?" Shrieked Dean's voice.

"HES HERE. I WAS RIGHT."

"COMING."

"Uh... right about what?" Harry asked fidgeting in the doorway.

"We bet on how long it would take you to get here. He thought ten minutes, I thought five." Seamus said with a gentle smile. "You ok? Draco wasn't sure how you'd take it."

"I-I don't really know. I think I'm just praying right now." Harry whispered. "Can I see your marriage certificate?"

"Sure Harry." Seamus said with a smug grin.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I was right about that too, this way."

Seamus walked Harry across their clean house to the marriage certificate that hung triumphantly on a wall covered in trophies. Harry walked over, and saw a bright orange sticky note on the glass frame.

"Damnit he got that too?" Mumbled Dean walking in.

"Yep. You owe me a baseball game." Said Seamus.

Harry read the note and gently lifted the framed certificate. Behind it was a box filled with CD's labeled differently. Harry teared up. Another box lie behind it, and another behind that one. And under those were boxes of letters.

"He wasn't kidding."

"Nope. He wanted me to tell you he loves you with all his heart and he'll be home soon. That was the less mushy version." Said Dean.

"I've gotta go to Ron and Hermione's, if you're going back to Base tell him the feelings are returned and I'm also excited. If... well. Never mind." Harry said swallowing a lump in his throat.

"We get it Harry.Don't worry, he'll come home." Said Seamus gently. Harry nodded.

•••

After loading all the boxes into the passenger seat Harry raced to Ron and Hermione's house. He pounded on the door eagerly, and was met by a very pregnant Hermione.

"Hey Harry." She beamed.

"Hello lovely." He said giving her a peck on the cheek before walking into the room. Ron handed him a small package that had a set of dog tags from Draco.

'Had some extras, knew you'd want to keep them. Xoxo, Draco' the note read.

The TV buzzed to life where a broadcast blared from the screen. Harry's heart dropped when he saw the caption at the bottom. 'Bombing in Ft. Pendleton Iran leads to hundreds of casualties and several captives.'

Harry dropped the tags and the package, stumbling toward the screen. A young brunette woman took over, speaking into the camera.

"This is Roxanne Richardson reporting live from the remains of U.S military base, Ft Pendleton. Hundreds are dead, several soldiers have been captured, and there is nothing but chaos. With us now is a group of..."

A loud ringing came, the doorbell sounding. Ron went to check but Harry couldn't tear his eyes from the screen as he watched the burning, crumbing buildings behind the reporter. Buildings his lover had been in. He touched the cool smooth surface of the TV tears streaming from his face.

"Harry he could very well be competently fine." Hermione whispered. Harry only nodded, listening to the woman drone on and on about the secrecy of the attack and the heart wrenching 70% of the base that was dead or POW. There was a 70% chance Draco was dead or a POW. A 70% Harry would never here his warm laughter again. A 70% chance they'd never have children, a family, a life.

70% chance that Harry's world had died, ended.

Ron came back, gently touching Harry's shoulder.

"Harry." Ron whispered. "Harry there's someone at the door for you."

Harry's heart dropped when he saw the two young men in suits. Black, pristine, with a small yellowing envelope in one of their hand.

"No." Harry choked, stumbling back. "No no no no no."

"Mr. Potter. We are here to inform you that as of 8 o'clock this morning, Draco Malfoy has become a Prisoner of War." The one clutching the letter said. "We do not have any more info on his situation. He is a prisoner but he is alive."

Harry crumpled. Draco was a hostage. A hostage to terrorists that crashed planes into buildings, that killed their own people, that destroyed towns and tortured people to insanity. Draco was a prisoner of a fate worse that death.

"You have to get him back." Harry gasped, stumbling from his place on the floor to reach the two men.

"They have already created an infiltration group to go in. It's only a matter of time." The other man said. With that they left, and Harry stumbled to the ground in a heap of sobs.

Harry felt as if his soul was caving in. He didn't leave Ron and Hermione's house, only cried and refused food and drink. He slept all day, cried all night, and then drank water when he couldn't bare it any longer.

Neville, Cedric, Blaise, Vincent, and Greg were scheduled to fly back from duty that week. Draco was now considered POWMIA since they didn't know which one he was. Nobody had seen him taken. Nobody knew if he was dead or alive. Harry was sure that that was worse than knowing he was dead. Not knowing, the raw feeling that he'd never know, it was eating him from the insides.

Harry slept until there were only three days left until they flew back. He sobbed, thinking about not seeing his lover. He couldn't stop, the breaking, snapping feeling was ripping him apart.

They were going to fly to Maine, where the plane from Iran would bring the group, and then they were going to fly back to New York. Harry was dreading it, but he couldn't not go see the men and Pansy. It had been over a year after all.

Two days, and Harry wasn't eating, sleeping, or drinking. Well, there was brandy. No healthy drinking anyway.

One day, and Harry had a small backpack ready for the flight. Hermione forced him to eat and drink something, but couldn't get him to sleep. He stayed up all night.

•••

They awaited the soldiers arrival with anxious excitement, or in Harry's case, heart wrenching pain. Luna tapped her feet nervously, Pansy was trying to read but shifted positions every thirty seconds and ended up just praying that Blaise would hurry up already, Cho was pretty calm, but she continued to glance down at the watch Cedric had gotten her as a going away present. Ron and Hermione were there with Harry of course, and engaged in conversations with the others to try to relax their nerves. It didn't help. Blaise emerged first, hiding something behind him. Neville and Cedric appeared to be dragging something. Pansy shrieked and ran to him, sobbing into his army uniform. The jacket was scratchy against her skin but she didn't care. She kissed him again and again and again laughing and kissing him. Cho beamed and kissed Cedric, grinning at what seemed to be a bag he was dragging. Harry smiled and hugged all of them, trying to hide the weariness.

"Hey Harry." Neville said looking happy and nervous and tired. "Malfoy had a gift for you." He whispered gently. Luna clutched his hand with a smile, resting her hand on his shoulder.

"I... don't really want anything else to remind me of him." Harry whispered. Neville shoved him around to face the door, told him to count to thirty anyways.

No. Harry thought. No this couldn't be. Was Draco-

He finished counting and turned slowly, only to sag with disappointment when Neville held out a large box.

Harry tore open the wrapping with a fake smile, and pulled out a- prosthetic leg??

"Uh... thanks? Why did he get me this again?"

"Well..." Blaise said with a gentle laugh.

"It's not exactly for you." Cedric finished. They turned the seemingly bag around only to reveal, Draco.

The leg clattered to the ground, a thudding hammered his heart.

Harry stumbled forward, reaching out. He grabbed Draco, sobbing in disbelief and clutching him tightly.

"I-th-th-thought you-you were d-dead!" Harry cried. Draco lost his balance and stumbled backwards. "You're balance got wors-"

Harry screamed. Draco's left leg was gone. Nothing but a stump. Harry choked pointing at the lack of a limb.

"Well they couldn't let me go without a souvenir." Draco teased, Harry could hear the pain behind his voice. He let it go for now, for this moment.

"This doesn't mean I'm doing more laundry than you." Harry sobbed bureying his face in Draco's neck.

"Course not love. One more surprise." Draco said, Blaise and Neville helping him up. Harry watched as they carefully slid a sock-like thing over the stump, and then clicked the prosthetic into place on his leg. It was cut off at the thigh, and the metal moved like a knee, bending like real flesh.

"What?" Harry asked. He still couldn't really believe this was real.

"Will you marry me?" Draco asked pulling out a small gold wedding band.

"What?" Harry whispered.

"Will you marry me?"

"I don't... what?!" Harry stood up, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"willst du mich heiraten?"

"Did you just ask me to marry you in German?" Harry choked.

"Ja." Draco beamed.

"Ja, werde ich" Harry sobbed jumping into Draco's arms.

Wet kisses dampened one side of his face, and he turned to see Kevlar, barking and wagging her tail. Harry laughed hysterically.

"Couldn't get rid of her could you?" Harry said with a huge grin as Draco slid the band on Harry left ring finger.

"Nope. Guess she'll be coming home with us." Draco said kissing Harry in earnest.

•••

They slammed through the threshold stumbling to the couch and locking Kevlar in the guest room. Draco breathed a laugh and pressed Harry into the wall.

"Mmmmmm." Harry mumbled as Draco kissed him in earnest, his tongue swirling around in Harry's mouth.

"Draco." Harry gasped, his arms wrapped around Draco's neck.

"Hmm?" Draco whispered against neck.

"Haven't been fucked in a year, having touched myself in months, haven't been sucked- ohh" harry moaned at the thought of Draco's lips around his raging hard on.

"Wait so was that a fuck, touch, or suck?" Draco asked, his fingers loosely stringing in Harry's belt.

"Don't care. One. All. Just hurry up." Harry gasped arching and slamming backwards into the wall.

Draco sunk to his knees looking up int Harry's eyes. He slipped the belt out of the belt loops of Harry's trousers, slowly slipping the silken pants down Harry's shaking legs. Draco gingerly took Harry in his mouth, pressing his fiancé's hips into the wall. He flicked his tongue, dampening Harry and moving up and down with rhythm and speed.

"Hohhhhh-holy shit." Harry panted as Draco bobbed his head. He gripped Draco's hair in his hands, slamming him forward, practically begging for release. Draco gripped his hands and stood up, pinning Harry's arms over his head.

"Wha-" Harry almost whined.

"You need energy for when I fuck you. And I haven't even touched you yet." Draco smirked wickedly, taking both of Harry's arms in one hand and sliding the other down Harry's chest. It only took a few seconds for them to strip the rest of their clothes and then Harry was whimpering as Draco touched him just slow enough to prevent him from coming, but fast enough to drive mad.

"Draco... Draco please.... please I'm so close." Harry dropped his head against the wall, thrusting into Draco's hand.

Draco drew back just as he felt Harry's impending orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'll do it myself then." Harry gasped moving to stroke himself. The raw need for release was driving him mad, the want acute to the point of pain.

Draco swatted his hand away, dragging Harry to their four poster. Using Harry's belt he tied his lover up, flipping him on his stomach. Harry gasped when Draco leaned over him, sliding three fingers into him at once.

"SHIT!" Harry cried, slamming back onto Draco's fingers. So close, so close, so close. Harry thought rapidly. Draco held his hips in place with one hand, keeping him from his orgasm. When Harry was ready he carefully shifted his weight, sliding into the brunette ever so slowly. Harry's arse was up in the air, his face pressed into the mattress with his hands tied behind his back. He loved it when Draco did that, restrained him.

"Ready?" Draco asked.

"Yes. Oh fuck yes. Missed this. You. Missed you balls deep inside of me-" Harry broke off in a moan as Draco slammed into him, panting and clutching him tightly and he pounded into the brunette.

"Please please please. Fill me up Draco." Harry was whimpering, pleasing silently for release.

"Rdm?" Draco mumbled against Harry's neck.

"W-what?" Harry choked gasping.

"Rd me." Draco begged.

"I can't hear-"

"Ride me Harry?" Draco pleaded slowing. Harry nodded, quickly rolling over for Draco to untie him. He crawled into Draco's lap kissing him and sliding down over his straining erection. Harry moaned, rocking up and down. Draco gripped his hips slamming into him. He met each of Harry's trusts with one of his own, pumping him deep into his lover. Harry cried out as he hit Harry's prostrate.

"FUCK! THERE. FUCK PLEASE DRACO RIGHT THERE YES! FUCK!" Harry screamed arching his back and spilling all over both of them. Seeing Harry's orgasm made Draco gasp and spill into the brunette, moaning softly as Harry rolled off of him.

"Jesus."

"Welcome home."

*Fin*