Drarry Oneshots

Missed Target

Posted: April 27, 2021
AO3 Rating: Explicit
[Smut falls in the middle, between the two breaks (***) if you want to skip it]

The scene feels so picturesque, Draco can barely believe it's real. He's on a third date with one Harry James Potter, and, truth be told, he's having an incredible time. Harry's gloved hand is in his, and he's laughing, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

"You can't complain about the store's selection when you wait until two days before Christmas to do your shopping!"

"Yes I can," Draco pretends to grouse in spite of the warm contentment that is spreading through him with every second Harry holds his hand. "They should be prepared for last-minute shoppers. I'm not the only one, clearly."

He wasn't wrong; Diagon Alley is more crowded than any other time of year. The only advantage to the crowd is that everyone seems so caught up in their own holiday shopping frenzy that no one is paying much attention to them.

Harry rolls his eyes and gives his hand a squeeze. "You still need something for Teddy, right? Let's try Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, you know they'll have something for him."

"Alright," Draco can't help smiling over at him. "And then I need to stop by Flourish and Blotts for a book for Hermione. I read one last month that I think she'll love."

Harry beams at that. Their friend groups have been slowly merging over the last few years, what with Blaise and Ginny getting married, and Draco and Hermione working together at the Ministry. It was really only a matter of time before they all started getting along.

Harry pulls him down the street, their hands still clasped firmly together. When Draco stumbles, Harry catches him against his chest, a hand going to his elbow to steady him, and as he looks up into his face Draco thinks explicitly about kissing him, right there on the street.

It's not the first time he's thought about it; kissing Harry. Draco's been going a bit insane thinking about it recently, in fact. When they'd stopped for Butterbeers to warm up between buying a pair of sapphire earrings for Draco's mother and a new case of Quidditch balls for Ron, and Harry had licked a stray drop of the amber liquid from his lips, Draco had thought he might expire on the spot. Desire had flooded through him, his whole body aching with it. And Harry, the oblivious bastard, had just given him an embarrassed little smile and asked if he'd listened to the Quidditch match the previous night. Sometimes, Draco still hates him.

They're right outside Weasley's Wizard Wheezes when it happens.

Harry tenses beside him and moves so quickly Draco doesn't understand what's happening until the jet of electric blue light strikes Harry in the back, where Draco had been standing seconds earlier. Draco watches in horror as Harry's eyes widen and his knees start to buckle.

Draco is able to slow his fall, but he can't hold up Harry's dead weight on his own, so he lowers him to the ground as carefully as he can, kneeling beside him. The street has gone eerily quiet and motionless, except someone is screaming. It might be him.

There's no visible physical change in him, but Harry is writhing on the ground, his face twisted in pain like he's under the Cruciatus Curse, but Draco knows that it's something different. The electric blue light is unfamiliar, and he's intimately familiar with that particular Unforgivable.

"Draco?" Harry has to force his name through gritted teeth, and Draco leans over him and touches his face with gentle, gloved fingers. "I'm—so—sorry—"

"If you die before I get the chance to kiss you, Potter, I'll hate you forever." Draco hisses, and there's a flicker of amusement in those vivid green eyes before they're screwed up in agony again.