Even if it meant that he was bone tired after a hard and stressful day at the Auror office.
Because then he would find Draco curled up on the couch, sound asleep with drool on his cheek because he had dozed off while waiting for him even though he was clearly exhausted from his own day at Mungos.
Harry’s heart would swell three sizes at the sight, threatning to explode.
Then he would carry Draco to bed, all the while Draco tried to wake up and ask about his day, mumbling sleepily against his neck.
Harry would just kiss him on the forehead and hold him a little tighter because Dear Merlin! he loved Draco so much.
And then, when they finally got in bed, Draco would snuggle up against him and literally meltinto his arms as if his home has returned tohim.
Harry loved coming home on time.
Because then he would get to pick up take out on the way and catch Draco right when he was getting out of his after-work shower, all fresh and soft and smelling like apples. Looking so vulnerable and open in Harry’s too big t-shirt and his silk pajamas, his hair wet and all his defences down.
And Harry would get to kiss Draco, soft and tender, and hard and rough and passionate and yearning and all the way he could, and Draco would kiss back and it would lead to Harry bending Draco over the counter and fucking him silly.
Then they would have dinner together while gossiping about their day, and after that watch telly with his head laying on Draco’s lap as Draco ran his fingers through his hair.
Later that night they would make love and fall asleep into each others arms only to wake up the next day and have lazy morning sex before rushing off to work.
Harry loved coming home early.
Because then he would get to prepare a nice home cooked meal for his husband and set a romantic table with wine and candles so Draco could relax and finally unwind.
He loved the look of surprise on Draco’s face when he returned and found Harry home already waiting for him, and the pleased smile that took over his face when Harry wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close mumbling “I missed you,” before kissing him.
He especialy loved the way Draco practically glowed at seeing the table set up for their home-date ritual.
Harry would take his bag and coat and massage his shoulders while listening to him rant about his day with the most animated gestures, complaining about his stern mentor or talk about a new hilarious or interesting medical case he came across. (And on rare occasions he would let Harry hold him and take care of him while he cried because someone had died, or he had been unable to help someone and was forced to give a family the bad news).
And then they would have dinner where Draco half ate half seduced Harry by making the most erotic pleased sounds which were downright pornographic sometimes.
Then they would take a nice shower together where they definitely had steamy shower sex and Harry fucked Draco against the wall letting out all the pent up sexual tension that Draco had been building up since dinner.
On these days they would head to bed early and Harry would get to watch Draco read a book the size of a brick with his ridiculous but totaly sexy reading glasses on, or Harry would read something himself with Draco curled up against him, dozing off as Harry gently stroked his side.
Most of all, Harry loved coming home to Draco.And he loved having Draco come home to him.
