Drarry - It Was All Just a Game (REWRITE - MATURE VERSION)

CHAPTER 40 - EXECUTE

Please work. Please work. Please work.

Draco paced back and forth in their place in the forest, turning his Malfoy ring over and over.

He and Harry were supposed to meet at eight, but it was well past eight. Come on, Harry. I have something important to ask you...

And in his time waiting, he thought it over. The past month and a half, Draco had done his best to be his old self. Was he perfect? No. Did he do his best given the stress and the situation, yes. And that's all he could do.

Draco had to admit, his life was the best it'd been in a while. He'd actually been able to be happy, focus on something that wasn't murder. He was allowed to have hope again. Maybe that's why he was so nervous. Because he didn't want to mess it up.

Frankly, Draco didn't have as much time as he wanted with Harry before asking, but why wouldn't he ask on their two-year anniversary? It was perfect timing. At least that's what he told himself when he thought about Harry's present in his back pocket.

Except his arm was pulsing. Just because. Probably because he'd spent so much time around Harry now.

Quickly, he checked it to make sure it wasn't bleeding, and the sound of rustling behind him made him bring his sleeve back down and button it quickly with shaking fingers.

"Hey you," Harry said, though his tone wasn't the happiest.

"I thought you weren't coming," Draco said, rushing to him to give him a hug. Because that's what good boyfriends do.

"Sorry I'm late. There was an emergency. Ron's in the Hospital Wing." Harry hugged him back, pecking his cheek before letting go. He looked lovely, wearing more clothes that Draco bought him, and his hair was wild, eyes excited. But his face was etched with worry.

"What? Why?" What did the idiot weasel do to keep Harry from him now?

"Romilda Vane left me a box of chocolates that had love potion in them and Ron ate them—put your wand back. You're not going to hex her. Cho still won't come near me."

"She tried to poison you!"

"Well, do I have a story about poison for you. I went to Slughorn for help, which was nice because we made up, but he had this Sherry and we toasted to celebrate—" Draco's stomach plummeted to the floor, "and Ron drank it first and it was like his throat was burning inside out. I gave him some bezoar in time, thankfully, but he could have died. He's recovering now, he'll be okay." Then Harry really looked at him. "Are you okay? You look pale."

Draco didn't speak until his wave of nausea passed. "H-Harry, you could have died." I almost killed you.

"I'm okay though," Harry reached out and rubbed his shoulder. "It's okay."

"It's not okay," Draco said, snapping and pushing him away.

"It was just another close call," he shrugged it off. "Ron is okay, and that's what matters. Besides, how many of those have I had? Perks of dating me, right?"

"Harry, this isn't funny."

Harry frowned. "I know. Slughorn said he was going to give that bottle as a gift to Dumbledore and had no idea it was poisoned. Things just keep happening with Dumbledore, I get nervous for him. What if someone's going to attack him or something? Think about it, of all the people Voldemort would want dead, it would be Dumbledore."

"I-I..." Draco's legs felt like gelatin.

"Draco, you look sick. Here, we'll stop talking about it."

"You almost died." His breaths became shallow, but Harry stroked his back to calm him down. His touch didn't bring that kind of comfort anymore.