Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Wake Up (Your Sleeping Heart)

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Author: Ladderofyears ( on ao3)

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You've been deep in a coma
But I stood right here
When you thought there was no one
I was still right here

One.

Auror Trainees.

It was only five-forty am and Harry was already feeling pissed off.

He still couldn't understand why he had been paired with Malfoy. Robards seemed to think it'd be the making of him but, honestly, Harry couldn't understand how much more character building he actually required. He was quite happy with the person that he was and having that pointy-faced git as his Auror Initiate partner was the fly in the potion that he simply didn't want or need.

Harry cast an irritated glance down at his watch. Time was ticking on.

If the pair of them weren't there – both fully suited and booted – at six precisely then they'd both be up for punishment drills. Harry grit his teeth at the idea and felt the last of his patience leave him. He decided to go and wake up the sleeping git himself. If only he could have been paired with Ron! No doubt Malfoy was still fast asleep on his expensive silk pillow, dreaming about all the hundreds of different ways he could make Harry's life more difficult than it already was.

Five forty-five found Harry hammering on Malfoy's door.

"Wake up," he snarled, hitting the door hard enough to make his hand sting. "We've got Defensive casting training – Oppugno and Levicorpus over in the Quadrangle – Look, are you even up?" Harry hammered again, not caring about the pain. "We aren't all lazy, slovenly prats here because of Daddy's Galleons! Some of us want to do well – make something of ourselves! Get up or I'll hex your door off."

Harry's annoyance filled his belly like a herd of angry Hippogriffs and he gripped his wand with white knuckled fingers. It wasn't an empty threat.

Part of him thought about marching down to to Robards's office and demanding a new partner. Circe, but he had the Order of Merlin! He'd literally died saving the wizarding world! Couldn't they cut him even the smallest bit of slack? Malfoy's negligent laziness really ought be someone else's problem.

The hex was almost on his lips when he heard the muffled sound of the blond's posh, blue-blooded voice groaning just a little and so Harry paused. He could almost picture Malfoy's face on the pillow; those grey eyes of his cloudy, and hooded with sleep. Harry expected that the wizard had found some tricky, Slytherin way to circumvent the scratchy blankets and hard mattresses that the rest them were forced to endure. The louche idiot probably wore silk, monogrammed pyjamas...

Harry shook his head. He had no idea whatsoever why that thought had popped into his brain! What Draco wore next to his skin wasn't any of his business and never, ever would be. Harry had no time for boyfriends and the nonsense they brought with them. In his limited experience all men ever seemed to want was the Saviour and Harry knew that he never measured up to the fictional hero that The Prophet had created

"Training in fifteen," Harry said, his tone a little softer. "Can you just be on time, Malfoy? That's all I ask. I don't want another punishment drill like last time."

There was a small sniff from the other side of the door and Harry left then, positive that his partner was awake.

Harry walked over to the Quadrangle and spend the next two minutes warming up. Ron was already there, as well as his partner Millicent, and they greeted Harry cheerfully. The three of them parried, casting basic spells and successfully nullifying them without too much trouble. Bulstrode and Ron made a good team, Harry thought, admiring their quick banter and the way they could communicate with just a glance. Millie cast a tricky Jelly-Legs's Jinx and Harry was quick to counter it with a Protego. He only wished that Malfoy had been by his side to see how defensive magic was supposed to be cast.