Drarry Oneshots 2

My End and My Beginning

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Summary: The last thing Harry Potter expected during his hunt for the Horcruxes was to be rescued by Draco Malfoy, and he certainly never expected to fall in love with him. Learning Draco was a Veela and that Harry was his mate was overwhelming, but Harry found he didn't mind the idea of someone being completely devoted to him as long as he lived. That is... until he died. Though Harry survived in the end, their bond was broken, leaving Draco devastated... and pregnant. For the baby's sake, they have to learn to love each other without the help of the bond.

Author: leo_draconis (on ao3)

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Harry stared at the tent flap, hoping he'd simply imagined the confrontation with Ron. Perhaps it was just a product of his overworked mind; surely his best mate wouldn't have up and left like that. Surely he wouldn't have chosen to abandon their shared cause. Harry was at the core, but in Ron's own words, it was bigger than that. It always had been, even when Harry was determined to shoulder every burden on his own.

He's abandoned you before. During the Triwizard Tournament, when you could have used the support of your closest friend... he left you in favor of nursing his own envy and pride.

"He came back," Harry muttered, massaging his temples in an attempt to minimize the quiet shriek the Horcrux emitted while in contact with his skin. He was already regretting having donned the locket so soon after Ron threw it in anger.

Will he this time, Harry Potter? Will he return to you this time, or will he instead retreat into the creature comforts of his home? For, you see, he was correct – you don't have a family. You don't understand.

"Shut up!" Harry yanked the chain over his head and hurled the Horcrux at the nearest chair.

"Harry?" Hermione stood uncertainly in the entrance to the tent, framed in moonlight that did little to hide the dried tears on her face.

"I can't..." Harry began hoarsely. "I can't wear it right now. It's getting to me."

"It's not the best of nights. It's more likely to affect you when you're under stress, isn't it?"

"Right, yeah. It's been an absolute thrill up until now, so naturally."

"Don't..." Hermione's voice hitched. "Please, not now."

"I'm sorry." Harry dropped to his knees and covered his face with his hands. "I've let you down, haven't I? It's not only Ron who had too much faith in me, it was both of you." Rain began to fall outside, beating a staccato on the tent that made him feel claustrophobic.

"Harry, we've never lost faith in you. Never." Hermione knelt before him. "I'll admit that he'd hoped – we'd hoped – that you knew something more, something you'd forgotten to mention, maybe. But you were honest with us about what Dumbledore told you and we knew what we were getting into."

"Doesn't really matter now, does it?"

"We'll... we'll manage. We'll finish what we've begun, and Ron... well, Ron will be fine." She bit her lip. "Right? I mean, there are the Snatchers and the –"

"He should have thought of that before he left on his own, perhaps." Harry got wearily to his feet again. "I'm going to sleep."

"He's... he's still our friend. He's just afraid and confused, and..."

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but the look of utter despair on Hermione's face changed his mind. "Right, yeah. Good night."

Staring up at the bunk above his, Harry clutched the Snitch and listened to the sound of the steadily falling rain. It wasn't nearly loud enough to mask Hermione's muffled sobs or the absence of Ron's snores.