Drarry Oneshots

Saviour Of The Wizarding World

Genre: angst/ fluff

Warnings: Blood??

Word count: 1.8 k

Summary: The battle of Hogwarts and too many almost deaths.

"Harry," Draco wheezed out, "I need him."

"And why is that?" Terry asks watching the blond bleed out on the floor, his words spiteful and steady.

"Just bring him to me!" Draco shouts, or tries to, his words slurred by the blood coating his lips and tongue.

"Why would he want to see you? You're nothing but a Death Eater scum. You're pathetic."

"I need Harry," Draco watches the blackness covering his vision, needing one last glimpse of something, anything but this. Terry just points his wand at him, making sure his hand doesn't twitch towards the wand splayed a few feet away.

"Harry is going to save us from the likes of you and You-know-who. You mean nothing to him. He will be proud to see that I've taken down a death eater for him."

Draco clenches his fists, begging that he gets one last look at Harry before the draining of his blood gets to him. He coughs, the motion causing his lungs to burn and the slash on his stomach to stretch and tear more. He let's out a cry of pain and writhes on the floor. His face is coated in his own tears and blood.

"He will be proud of me," Terry continues, a star-struck gaze covers his face and Draco would laugh if only it wouldn't cause the wound on his stomach to tear and he wasn't sobbing uncontrollably.

"Terry?" Harry calls out rounding the corner and seeing him standing proudly.

"Harry, I've gotten one of them. It's only a matter of minutes before he's dead." Terry smiles at Harry. Draco growls through his tears because that's his Harry, and the only one who should be smiling with a shit-eating grin like that should be him.

"Dead? What? Who is it-- Draco!" Harry rushes over to the quickly passing out boy. Draco tries to smile to make Harry feel better but it's hard when blood is making his lips stick together and his whole face feels numb.

"Oh Merlin, Draco." Harry lifts his bleeding head onto his lap and strokes the bright blond hair.

"Harry! What are you doing?!" Terry shouts, astounded by the showcasing of affection.

Harry looks over at Terry. His eyes blazing and his face set into one of the utmost hatred.

"Fix him now." The way Harry says the three words makes the hair on the back of Terry's neck rise and a lump form in his throat. Harry is supposed to be proud of him, not asking him to fix some lowlife Death Eater.

"He's a Death Eater," Terry tries to reason. Harry just glares harder and clenches his teeth tightly.

"He's seventeen, fix him."

"So what if he's seventeen! He's a Death Eater." Terry clenches the wand in his hand tightly. Anger bubbling and brewing in his stomach and throat.

"Fix him, that's an order. And if you don't I will make sure to make your life a living hell." Terry gulps at the fierce look and growl-like sound coming from his mouth.

"It'll be okay, I'll make sure of it." Harry whispers into the blond hair and gently presses a kiss to his forehead. Draco weakly grasps his hand, gasping when he feels his wounds stitching themselves, and his blood being slowly returned to his body.

His body is still weak when the shell shocked Terry heals him and he struggles jumping to his feet.

"I will hex you into oblivion you little--" Harry grabs Draco around the waist and lowers his wand hand.