Ten long years have passed since the events of the war, and Draco has a completely new life, one spent mostly in the muggle world. He has a successful career as a paramedic, a rescue cat, and his mother is safe in France. What else could he possibly want? Sure, he is a little lonely, but that was the price he was willing to pay given his history.
That is, until an extra shift completely flips his world upside down, leaving him wondering if the world has truly gone mad.
"Are you ok?!" Draco whisper-shouted in Harry's face.
Now, Harry couldn't see all that well without his glasses, but he could make out that Draco looked a bit different — his features a bit more defined with less baby fat. His voice, too, sounded a bit lower, cracking almost like Harry's does occasionally.
Harry nodded his head, his mind reeling.
"W-w-wha' are y-you d-doin' here?!" Harry whisper-shouted back between his smushed cheeks.
"I've come to rescue you, of course!"
