Random OneShots

Risk

By: drarrily-we-row-along on Ao3

Drarry

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"No!" Harry said, shaking his head fervently before he started coughing.

Draco was up out of his seat in a heartbeat, bringing Harry the glass of water from the side table and easing him back against the mattress, "Relax."

He glared at Draco as he tried to regulate his breathing, his heart thudding and tripping disconcertingly in his chest. When he finally managed to get a breath in after taking a drink, he tried to find that calm, quiet place inside of him before he said, "It isn't worth the risk."

"It's not your decision," Draco replied. Then as Harry opened his mouth to argue he added, "Stay calm please, love."

Harry took a slow deep breath, controlling his breathing so that he wouldn't start coughing again. "I won't accept it." He could do that, he could tell the healers that he wouldn't accept the spell. Just let the curse he'd been hit with kill him.

He smiled at Harry, "Salazar, I love you," he murmured, "You're such a stubborn arse," he added, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead.

"I'm serious," Harry protested.

The corner of his mouth tipped up, "Right but eventually you'll go into cardiac arrest and then all of the decisions for your health care come to me."

"I'll have it changed," he said stubbornly.

"Do you know any other solicitors?" Draco teased.

"It's not funny," he pouted.

He sighed sympathetically and brushed the curls back off of his face stroking his thumb soothingly over Harry's temple. Harry's eyes drifted shut until Draco started talking again. "I know, darling," Draco replied. "I know this is serious."

"I can't risk losing you," Harry interrupted, internally begging him to understand. "I'd rather die-"

"And you think I wouldn't?" he interrupted.

"But-"

Draco shook his head, "No buts," he said firmly. This is the best way, the only way that we might both make it."

Harry glared down at his hands folded in his lap. There had to be another way. There had to be.

"They know what they're doing Harry. And we both know if the roles were reversed you would have already knocked me out to be able to cast the spell to fix my heart." He brushed Harry's hair off his forehead.

"Promise me," Harry said, "If it starts to feel like you aren't going to be able to do it, that it's not going to work, you'll let me go."

"Cross my heart," Draco replied.

He rolled his eyes, "You're lying through your teeth."

Draco just gave him a little smile, "I'm going to fetch healer Francis, alright?"

"Kiss me first," Harry demanded.

"Oh if you insist," Draco replied, leaning over the bed so he could kiss Harry softly.

Harry wrapped his fingers in Draco's shirt, pulling him closer for a long moment. He tried not to let the fear he was feeling overwhelm him but it seemed to be a bit of a losing battle.

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Twenty minutes later, Healer Francis was standing at the end of Harry's bed, reviewing the procedure for casting the highly complex spell with Draco.

"Isn't there anyone else who could do it?" Harry asked.

"The directions clearly say the person who loves you best in all the world," Draco replied.