______________________________________________<br/><br/>On the way over from work to Draco's apartment, Harry had found himself having a hard time remembering the last good day he had had at work. Most days seemed to have been at a base-level of awful (something, he couldn't remember having gotten used to), but the overnight shift he was heading back from had just been absolutely terrible. This had left him in a strange mood; somewhere between a sleep and tired, and amazed and infuriated.<br/>As Draco opened the door to his apartment, Harry didn't hesitate, and covered the distance between them. Harry cupped Draco's face between his hands, momentarily and insistingly pulling him within reach. The kiss Harry placed on Draco's lips wasn't particularly long, but the tension in Harry's shoulders translated into a frustrated kiss.<br/>"Have I ever told you," Harry muttered with a laugh in the back of his throat and a smile on his lips, as he finally allowed Draco to straighten his posture. "- How much I absolutely<span style="font-style: italic">hate</span>my job?"