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Under Pressure

@phd-mama Okay, I'm nervous about this because I have never seen 9-1-1 but you have been blessing my dash with gifs of hot gay firefighters and I wanted to repay you for writing so many fics for me lately. So! I got this idea today and I hope this doesn't suck. This isn't an AU of the tv show but I was inspired by the, albeit light, research I did into Buddie.

That said, please enjoy this Drarry firefighter AU. Pre-slash but they are both pining so hard lol. CW: fire, OC is injured but will be fine!

Harry took deep breaths into the mask, grateful that he'd made sure that the oxygen tank was filled that morning. Not so lucky were the victims, currently obscured from sight by smoke and burning debris, but Harry and the others had arrived just in time to contain the worst of the flames.

He stepped over what he thought was a collapsed table when he heard a hoarse shout, whipping his head to see a woman covered in ash, her knees wobbling and her arms clinging to the remains of the countertop as she tried to stand. He rushed over to her, scooping her easily in his arms and moving as quickly yet carefully out of the building.

When they emerged into the cleaner outside air, he looked to his left to see Ron and Dean each carrying two other victims from the house. Harry let his eyes slide over to Draco, who was still spraying the house with the hose, his brow furrowed in concentration. Harry forced himself not to dawdle and stare, nearly drooling as he imagined the way Draco's arms were flexing under the heavy uniform jacket that really didn't do justice to the curve of his muscles.

Instead, he grunted and forced himself to continue walking to the truck where Seamus waited to give the victim the medical attention she needed. Once she was safely in the truck, Harry turned back to the house, rushing back in at Ron and Deans' heels without letting himself look at Draco.

The house was still smoking but the flames had died down, so Harry emerged from the house and signaled to Draco to stop the hose.

By the time they had done a thorough sweep of the rubble, the woman had been transferred and taken off in an ambulance. Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead, his body heavy from the draining adrenaline, the exertion of the call and the heat of the early summer. He felt Draco's eyes on him, and rather than meet the searching gray gaze he let Draco watch him, ignoring the slight shiver that ran down his spine under the attention.

The ride back was mostly silent. Harry and Draco sat in silence as Dean, Seamus, and Ron laughed and joked. They all handled these kinds of calls differently. Some liked to talk to get their minds off the smoke, the stress, the worry. Others, like Harry and Draco, preferred to let their minds drift, sitting in contemplative silence.

Once at the station, Harry grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, not bothering to sit on the couch before ripping off the cap and chugging the water in one go. It was almost sweet, refreshing to his aching body. He threw away the now empty bottle and grabbed another, this time letting himself sink into the leather couch and losing himself in the home renovation show playing on the tv. He glanced at Draco when he sat in the chair to Harry's right with a water bottle of his own.

They were quiet even when Ron and the others boisterously entered the room, immediately resuming the game of poker they'd had going on before the call came in. Harry let the noise of their conversation and the show playing softly from the speakers wash over him, his mind going blank as he closed his eyes.

So close he was to drifting off that he almost missed Draco's quiet, "Good job today."

Harry cracked open an eye, trying to seem nonchalant despite the uptick in his heart rate. "Thanks, you too."

Draco fiddled with the label of his water bottle. "D'you think she's okay?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know."

"But you carried her. I was spraying the flames I don't know if she was even conscious."

Harry thought back to the woman he'd held limp in his arms. "She made a noise—that's how I knew where to find her. After that I think she passed out when I was carrying her, but she was breathing the whole time."

Draco nodded. "Good."

"Yeah, I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Yeah," Draco looked away.

"But, er, you did great putting out the fire."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I had the easy job."

"But you were by yourself, and the fire was huge. It's amazing you were able to douse them that quickly. You're pretty badass under pressure."

Draco's lips quirked slightly. "Me?"

"Yeah. If I had a fire in my house I'd want you to have my back."

"Sure. Well, y'know, we could have each other's," Draco's face was soft, so uncharacteristically open that it nearly made Harry's breath catch.

Harry smiled. "Deal."

"Deal," Draco held out a hand and then blinked at it as if it had moved on its own. But rather than pull it back he held firm, committing to the gesture.

Harry didn't leave him hanging, reaching out to grasp Draco's hand and hoping his palm wasn't as clammy as he thought it was. But they each released their hands after what Harry was fairly certain was just a bit too long for a normal handshake, but neither of them said anything. Instead, Harry let himself enjoy the slight blush to Draco's cheeks and the small, rare, upward curve of his lips.

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Ginny: The floor is lava!

Ron: *helps Hermione onto the counter*

Harry: *pushes Draco off the sofa*

Ginny: As you can see, there are two kinds of couples.