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Leave A Tender Moment Alone	By : Spurge_Laurel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was after a long and tiring day at work that Harry Potter made it back to his home, uniform scorched and hair still sizzling. He was good, the best the department had, but not even he could stroll into live spellfire and come out the other side untouched and smelling of roses. Especially not when he had to protect noncombatants caught in the crossfire.

But being the best, he could make it out with superficial and skin deep wounds at worst, giving the healers no justification in keeping him strapped down to an uncomfortable bed when all he wanted to do was go home and take a shower before collapsing into his own, much more comfortable bed.

Anyone who knew all these would not begrudge him the way he stumbled out of the Floo, barely catching himself on the other side. It certainly helped that the first thing his eyes fell upon when he stepped through was his beautiful wife. She was lounging on the couch, her feet up on the upholstery and her knees to the side, completely engrossed in a book. The flash of green from the fireplace made her look up, and Harry could see in her blue eyes the quick sting of emotions she went through when she saw his state.

He managed a step and a half in the time she had put the book down and raced towards him, immediately helping him shrug off his protective Auror robes. She called for Ninny and handed the elf the garment for wash and repair before she gently tugs him towards the stairs. They didn’t speak a word as she guided to the bath, stripping him of the rest of his clothes before lowering him into the hot water.

Green eyes closing, Harry felt himself relax, settling his weight against the porcelain tub. The water shifted around him, rising a few centimeters as another body added to the displacement. He cracked an eye open, getting a brief glimpse of Daphne’s nude form before she lay herself against him, ear against his heart and one hand drawing circles across his chest.

For a while, they simply sat in silence, basking in each other’s presence and the warm water. The once last Potter was starting to drift off when his wife finally spoke to him.

“One day, you’re going to die,” she told him, her voice little more than a whisper. She mumbled it into his chest, her face hidden from him. She sounded close to tears.

His arms moved from the rim of the bath to wrap around her slender frame in a tight hug. He couldn’t refute it. Still, he responded, “Nobody will get the better of me as long as I have you to come back to.”

She shook her head and perhaps said something else, but if she did it was too low for Harry to hear. Still, she seemed to calm down, and after a moment or two more she pulled out of his grasp and motioned for him to turn around. He did so, and was rewarded with her talented fingers running through his hair and working his scalp, lathering his messy locks with shampoo.

Once she was done with his hair, she moved on to the rest of his body, methodically soaping and then washing him, her hands trailing over every inch of his body. Harry did not complain, letting her complete the small ritual which always seemed to alleviate her worries, at least for a time. He could never really tell if she was even conscious of the fact that she did it as a way of reassuring herself he was still there.

When Daphne eventually finished, they exited the tub and put on the night clothes left by Nimmy after a quick drying charm. They drifted off to their bedroom, not quite holding hands but never losing contact with each other. The Lady Potter sat against the headboard and pulled him down, laying his head on her lap.

“Rest,” she told him before she summoned a scroll and ever-full quill and began to scratch away.

“I love you,” he responded.

The scratching stopped for a moment, but no words broke the silence, and so Harry succumbed to sleep to the sound of quill nib on parchment.

When he woke the next morning, he was under the covers with Daphne in his arms. He pulled her closer and inhaled her scent, eyes fluttering shut once more. His only complaint was the comfortableness of his pillow in comparison to the one he had the previous night.
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