Muggle With Magic

Awkward

"Shit." Harry muttered to himself, fingers crawling at his birds-nest hair, "Shit, shit, shit! I just tortured a random person." Stress seeped through him like a cup with a hole at the bottom, "I scared a random person, fuck." Harry repeated.

"Then he can get out of my bloody house." Sirius somewhat smiled, folding his arms.

"Pads, he'll be put in a mental asylum!" Remus told him, but looked at everyone in the room. "Names like 'Moony', 'Moody', 'Sirius', then there's the magic: and the kidnapping." He looked directly to Moody.

"He doesn't exactly have a normal name himself." Tonks mumbled.

"They'll dub the magic stuff down to trauma and he will go insane."

"I'll do it then." Declared Harry. Maybe I'll even apologise. All the adults turned to him but Moody, who grunted in agreement.

"Absolutely not, pup." Sirius glared at him, like it would un-convince him to do it.

Moody finally spoke up, "I don't see the problem: he's gonna have to when he becomes an Auror."

"Exactly!" Harry nodded, triumphantly when Sirius gave in.

"I'll go too." Tonks shrugged, "Kinda fond of his cold, nervous demeanour."

"That's fear." Remus corrected.

Tonks smiled at him, like what he said didn't make much of a difference. "As the Muggle saying goes: 'It's all swings and roundabouts to me'." Walking over to Harry, she grabbed him by the hood of his jacket. "Come on then Chosen One, let's get to Draco."

Stumbling, Harry quickly managed to find his footing after Tonks viscously yanked his hood, but his cheeks still turned pink. As they drew closer to Draco's room, Harry didn't actually know what to say. Does he apologise? Does he offer compensation?

Tonks unlocked the room and the blonde boy was exactly where they left him - surprise to nobody. "Hey..." Harry softly trailed off, scratching the back of his neck and then fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper. "So, erm-", Since entering the room, Harry looked up. And by Merlin he wishes he hadn't because when locking eyes with the blonde he was lost for words. "I-"

"You're not Florian Malfoy." Tonks said, not looking at Harry but at Draco. God this is awkward. Draco is our hostage and we're going to just... let him go? Can I even call him Draco? Is that ok?

"Finally!" Exclaimed Draco, feeling the urge to throw his hands in the air, which he currently could not do. "I swear if you let me go, I'll tell nobody. Please, please let me leave."

"'fraid we can't do that..." Tonks trailed off. "We can take off the restraints but, well, you can't leave." All colour drained from the blonde's face. Trapped, confined, imprisoned. The orphanage was better. He had a warm bed with only a thin layer to cover himself but at least it was a bed; he was clothed and he could bathe. Most importantly, he was not held against his will!

Freedom was something he could kiss and hug, but now it was ripped away like the fate's cutting a person's fiancés thread.

Nodding, Draco allowed Harry to come closer - it was like the blonde was a cat: Harry didn't know if he was going to pounce or purr. Shackle-free, Draco shook his wrists and stood slowly to stretch his back. Groaning, his back clicked and he wrung his wrists in low circles because the weight of the metal was still there.

Somehow, it felt like they were weighing him down, but Draco knew for definite that he wasn't a ghost in eighteen hundreds England.

"We can... assign you a room, if you- no, of course you'll want a room. Wait, do you want a room? Do you want to sleep in here? There's no bed, we could get you a bed!" He exclaimed so loudly Harry shied away, "Or... not..." Draco would have found Harry's incoherent babbling rather endearing if he wasn't a prisoner.