Drarry Oneshots

Quidditch on the Wireless [Part Two]

Posted: March 22, 2021
AO3 Rating: Teen & Up Audiences
[Part One was written first, but is chronologically second. This is Part Two, so chronologically first.]

Draco read the letter again, briefly closing his eyes against the tide of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

He'd known it was coming, of course. His father had threatened him with disinheritance repeatedly over the past few months, especially after he had outright refused to consider marrying Astoria Greengrass and give his father another Pureblood Malfoy heir.

Still, being threatened with being cut off and actually reading the cold, hateful words written in his father's hand were two entirely different things.

"Pureblood," Draco scoffed.

What a load of bullshit. His blood was as dirty as anyone's, it just wasn't Muggle blood mixed with his. His father had explained the difference to him as a child, had told him his blood made him special and important, but now Draco can see no difference at all. And if it made him so special and important, why hide it?

He looked at the box of neatly packaged vials, one for each week of the next three months. And the note resting on top:

Don't embarrass me further, Draco.

Slowly, Draco pulled one of the vials out of its slot and examined the shimmering blue liquid inside. He'd drunk one of these vials every week since he was two years old; when people had begun to notice. His skin was too smooth, even for a toddler, his eyes too bright, his hair too shiny, his pleading for whatever he wanted in the moment perhaps a little too persuasive... And so, his parents had begun giving him the potion. Veela Characteristic Suppression Potion.

The sight of it makes his stomach turn, even though the potion itself actually doesn't taste too bad; a bit like vanilla frosting.

Don't embarrass me further, Draco.

Something inside of Draco snapped. With a scream of fury, he threw the vial. The glass shattered and the potion splattered satisfyingly against the wall. Draco picked up another and threw it too, and another, and another, until every vial was smashed.

Chest heaving, Draco let out one last scream before sinking to the floor, shaking a bit in the face of the magnitude of what he'd just done. He let out a hysterical sob and began to laugh.

Don't embarrass me further, Draco.

His father's note had felt like a challenge, and Draco had taken it. For better or worse, there was no going back.

A loud knock on his door startled him out of his thoughts and he slowly got to his feet, wiping at his eyes on his way to open it.

"We're very sorry to bother you, sir, but we received a noise complaint—"

"Malfoy?"

Draco blinked at the two Junior Aurors on his doorstep. "A noise complaint? The DMLE has Harry Potter investigating noise complaints?"

Potter frowned. "I'm a Junior Auror just like the others in my class. It's my job." He turned to the young woman beside him. "You can head back, Hyatt, I've got this one."

The petite blonde sent him an adoring smile in return, and Draco watched curiously as Potter visibly cringed, then forced a weak smile.

"Are you sure, Harry?" She asked sweetly.

"I'm sure, I'll meet you back at the DMLE."

"Alright."

She Apparated away, and Potter turned his attention back to Draco.