Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Anniversary Dinner At Le Dragon

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: Ladderofyears ( on ao3 )

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Harry huffed, frowning with mild irritation. He flicked his wand, casting a wordless Tempus charm. Fifty-two bloody minutes. That was how long Draco had been in their bathroom.

The vain sod loved beautifying himself and regularly enjoyed lengthy showers but Merlin. Nearly an hour? The situation was verging on the ridiculous. Normally Harry wouldn't have minded about his boyfriend's hygiene habits but today was their third anniversary. Harry had been absorbed in making their evening memorable and now it felt like his carefully made plans were on the verge of ruin.

Draco, usually so punctual, seemed to be taking forever.

The pair of them had dinner reservations in thirty minutes at Le Dragon Rouge, a fashionable new French place that had just opened up off Diagon. The restaurant wasn't Harry's sort of thing at all, but as soon as he'd seen the adverts he'd wanted to take Draco. The food there looked both fancy and miniscule, whilst their prices were Vault-emptying expensive. Harry therefore deemed it perfect for his lover's highbrow tastes.

Draco would definitely enjoy telling Harry precisely what to eat, before ordering their food with immaculate French pronunciation. Everything about their upcoming evening should be perfect, but if Draco didn't emerge soon, they were going to be late. Harry had really been hoping that the two wizards could make make the twenty minute walk by foot; taking in the late autumn air and the sights and sounds of wizarding London. Harry supposed they could take the floo but that wouldn't be anywhere near as romantic.

Oh well. As long as they got there on time. That was the most important thing. Harry cast a second Tempus charm. Fifty-four minutes. What was Draco up to in there? Nearly an hour was starting to get a touch concerning. Harry leapt up the stairs.

"Draco, love," Harry called, hammering on the bathroom door. "Everything okay in there? You've been there for nearly an hour."

Draco didn't reply immediately. The silence behind the door dragged until Harry finally heard Draco clear his throat. "An hour?... Bloody hell. That long? I'm fine, Harry. Just give me a sec."

Everything went silent then, apart from the thoughts that began to creep around Harry's head. Draco hadn't sounded quite right. Hadn't sounded quite like Draco. Normally his boyfriend had a bright, lively voice, full of the snappy self-confidence that had been bred into him since birth, but tonight Draco's voice had sounded false, sounded hollow. Sounded wrong. Harry got out his wand and Accio'ed his coat and shoes from their bedroom. Draco wouldn't want him stood outside of the bathroom like a lurker when he finally appeared.

Harry shook his head, trying his very best to dislodge the unwanted stream of negative thoughts that began to cascade through his brain. After all, Draco hadn't said there was any kind of problem. This was their anniversary, they were going to Le Dragon Rouge and they were going to enjoy themselves. Eat good food. Share a few snogs. Have a laugh.

Harry wanted to make Draco smile and then, surely, everything would get back to normal? Harry hoped so. Thing was, Harry knew he had a talent for catastrophising: he could always be relied upon to find the most terrible outcome and focus entirely on that.

No doubt if Harry told 'Mione about his worries she'd shake her head and remind him that Draco loved him. Tell him just to talk to Draco. But Harry simply couldn't. For all of his so-called Gryffindor bravery, Harry was anxious about the answers that Draco might give. Simply put, Harry didn't want to hear Draco tell him that he was leaving him. Something was different between the two of them and Harry felt like the last to know.