A collection of short Drarry moments about their fluffy friendship. Each story builds towards the epiphany in the two oblivious young men that their growing friendship means far more than they realise. Each moment stands alone, unless otherwise stat...
Don't let him use my blood, Dray. Harry's words were barely audible with weakness.
I promise, Harry.
Draco was about to raise his wand when a gust of forceful air blasted hot coals across the crypt floor in a line that stretched between Wormtail and Harry.
'YOU SACRILIGIOUS PIECE OF SHIT!' Booth shouted as he barged past.
The simmering liquid lessoned dramatically and Wormtail howled, hurriedly trying to summon the heat back under the cauldron.
Booth bore down on Wormtail who stumbled through the hot coals as he backed away, his arm hanging uselessly by his side, slowly dripping blood. Draco presumed he must have used a cauterising spell; it should have been far worse.
'You c-can't stop me,' Wormtail snivelled as he waved his wand feverously at Booth who'd planted himself firmly in front of the cauldron.
'My m-master will return...' Wormtail cast a curse but no more than a pathetic spark spat from the end of his wand. He shook his wand helplessly.
Draco silently said 'Glacius', directing the Freezing Spell at the steaming liquid. 'Try fucking returning from that...' he thought grimly as the cauldron cracked fatally.
With his wand trained on Wormtail, Booth sneered, 'it's over.'
'You should've realised you can't harness power through your metal hand,' Sakura added as she joined Booth from the shadows.
'You could say you're 'armless,' Angelina smirked. Despite her poor humour, her eyes and wand-tip focused dangerously on Wormtail.
'Merlin, I've missed your jokes, Ange,' Booth smiled.
Wormtail dropped his wand but scoped up the bowl of blood from beneath Harry's feet. 'IT'S NOT TOO LATE,' he screamed as he lunged towards to the broken cauldron.
Draco sent a tripping hex at his feet and Wormtail shrieked as the bowl flew from his hand sending a gruesome arch of blood into the air.
'Evanesco,' Draco incanted, and every drop of blood that was circling towards the cauldron vanished in satisfying silence.
The bowl skidded across the floor, Wormtail scrabbling hopelessly after it as it came to a spinning halt at Draco's feet.
'YOU!' Wormtail screeched as he looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor. 'TRAITOR!'
'Better a traitor than a worm,' Draco sneered. And he brought his foot down on the bowl, splintering it a thousand pieces before Wormtail's nose. 'Deal with this vermin!' he ordered in a way that sounded like his father but sometimes, he decided, there was a place for it.
Dray...
Draco rushed to Harry.
'We need to get him down quickly. He's at risk of asphyxiation and hypovolemic shock,' Sakura said quietly.
Draco snatched up Wormtail's knife and leapt up onto the altar. He urgently sliced through the ropes. 'Stay with me, Potter,' he muttered angrily through gritted teeth.
I'm here... There was relief amongst the weakness. Catch me...
'Always,' muttered Draco as Harry crumpled towards him.
Harry sighed shallowly and Draco felt their faint connection dwindle away.
'I'm taking him up. Destroy that monstrosity and everything it contains. He cannot be allowed to return,' Draco ordered as he nodded towards the cauldron.
The bound Wormtail watched in despair as his work was obliterated by the three Aurors who, in unison, pointed their wands at the broken cauldron and vanished it and its contents.
'Dray,' Peanut's voice reverberated through the earpiece. 'Shacklebolt's confirmed, Voldemort's grave was empty.'
'That's old fucking news. Didn't you hear what's gone on? Tell Robards to get a fucking Healer out here now, Harry's too weak to Portkey home. He needs Blood Replenishing Potion urgently. If it's not here in the next two minutes and if Harry dies because Robards sent him out here alone then I'll... I can't...' he choked back a sob as he carefully lay Harry on the grass and got him into the recovery position. 'Hurry...' he whispered desperately.
'Dray, Ron's on his way with a healer. And you're on speaker volume, Robards knows...'
'Harry...' Draco whispered, kneeling next to him, his head resting on Harry's unresponsive body. 'Oh Merlin, Harry, don't die on me.'
Won't...Harry murmured. Love you too much.
'Love you too, Harry,' he replied, not caring if the whole bloody Ministry heard him. He felt large hands on his shoulder and Ron was carefully pulling him off Harry as a Healer knelt down to tend to him.
'Come on,' Ron said. 'Healer Braichia and Booth will get Harry back. Angelina and Sakura have gone ahead with Wormtail. We need to leave.'
'I'm staying,' Draco said.
'Don't make me stun you, Draco,' and he guided Draco's hand to the Portkey to take them back to the Ministry.
The next time Draco saw him, Harry was standing in the middle of the Elite Squad's office, looking lost. He was still in a state of semi-undress, though he had joggers on now. His torso and face were still covered in cuts and his mid-rift and arm were bandaged. His glasses were still missing.
'Potter! What the fuck? Why aren't you in St Mungo's?'
'There you are... Welcome to my team, seems you passed initiation with flying colours...' Draco could tell that despite the jokey tone, there was insecurity in Harry's voice.
'You fucking stupid fool,' he sighed. He marched over and, because he didn't dare sweep Harry into a hug with all his injuries, he cupped his good cheek and kissed him instead.
'Don't mind us...' Angelina said.
'Mr Malfoy, would you mind escorting Harry to St Mungo's to finish healing,' Shacklebolt's deep voice was filled with amusement.
Draco pulled himself up as tall as possible and stuck his nose in the air as if this was a perfectly normal way of coming out to his fellow Aurors, the Head Auror, and the Minister of Magic. 'Of course,' he said. 'Come on, Potter.' And he gently draped Harry's Auror jacket around his shoulders and carefully took his hand.
As they left, he heard Robards say, 'well, that confirms that we don't need to worry about Malfoy's motives.'
Draco rolled his eyes and Harry smiled weakly as he leant against him.
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