Harry's POV:
There was a knock at the door
Yes! A letter from Draco!
He's a marine in the army. He's been gone for at LEAST seven years.
(He had been gone approximately two days)
Harry sprinted over to the door, struggling with the doorknob.
A young-looking man in a-
Oh crap, he's in apolice outfit...
Harry's mind spins as the cop
handed him a letter, with slightly shaky hands. This scrawny kid obviously hadn't been a cop for long, but that didn't really console harry much.
His eyes flicked over Harry's fluffy green pajamas that we're the exact hex colour of Draco's eyes, the pajamas that harry still hadn't changes out of since Draco had left, with 'Scared, Potter?' Plastered on the chest.
Little did this judgy copy know, it had 'You wish' written across the ass.
The man cleared his throat, looking back up at Harry's face, rather than his questionable choice of attire.
"Is there a 'Harry James Potter's living here?"
Harry looked down at his rumpled pajamas and raked a hand through his even more messy hair.
"Um.. That's me."
At least muggles didn't know who he was.
The cop clears his throat again.
"Ah... This is for you then, I presume."
The cop hands over the letter, and harry slams the door shut the second he gets it.
A LETTER FROM DRACO!
It small, sturdy envelope of a shiny white card that felt just a bit too uncomfortably smooth under his calloused fingers.
He tore it open, he really could never find the letter opener.
The letter was slightly yellow, like some sort of ticket...
He unfurled the paper
"Dear sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health and in a prosperous enough position to pay for the damages to government property that you have so carelessly caused."
This can't be right? Harry never "damaged government property"
And jesus-
The fine was $2,500?!
Dracos POV:
He let out a very un-manly giggle, the way that harry loved to hear.
"Hey Potter! You know what they did?! They-"
He was *rudely* interrupted by a desperately rambling harry
"I-KNOW-WHAT-THEY-DID-DRACO-WHY-AM-I-BEING-FINED!?"
Draco sniffs and rolls his eyes
"Did you maybe think to look at the attached photos, *darling*?"
He said the word "darling" in such a sarcastic lilt that he could practically feel harry bristle on the other end of the phone.
"Bitch-dont-talk-like-that-to-me-
Whait what photos?"
Harry unfurled the paper, shivering at the uncomfortable feel of the envelope. Two small, crumpled and dirtied polaroid photos fell out. It took harry a second to work out it was Draco. They are a close-up of Draco in his military uniform, with visible *hickeys* on his neck, visible just peeking out of his collar, and working their way up his throat.
Harry's face went an awfully similar to that of the deep mauve kisses in the photos.
"O-oh.
...
They noticed those?"
"I think everyone in a five mile radius notice them, love. I'm practically blinding people with them as I walk by"
"Shut up, Malfoy."
Draco grins from the other end of the Phone
"I miss you too, baby."