Playing pretend Malfoy? (Drarry)

Squabbles and secrets

"Malfoy!" Harry roared when he burst into the hospital wing unannounced.

Draco was frozen in his place just staring, captivated by Harry's insanely beautiful, emerald eyes. He couldn't wrestle away his gaze even if he wanted to and it appeared neither could the Gryffindor. Green and grey completely melded together.

Harry came closer, now at his bedside seeming to be working himself up to say something. He fiddled with the loose skin around his fingers patiently awaiting for Draco to scream or shout at him for causing all this, if only he had been smarter and realised there was something off about the potion. Everything's always his fault.

But all Draco did was stare. Many minutes went by and he just stared, probably furiously waiting for Harry to apologise, or so that Gryffindor thought, never in his right mind would he ever believe Draco was staring longingly at him.

"Malfoy I-" He was interrupted by a loud clunking of metal boots and a tremendous bellow that certainly did not come from anyone they knew.

Thank dear Merlin himself that Potter had been cut off, or else I don't know if I could of held back any longer, that voice is just... wow.

Whilst Harry had been shaking in his shoes scared that Draco was going to full on kill him, the blond had been contemplating chucking all his self respect right out the window, jumping on Harry and snogging the living daylights out of him. Just the mere presence of him made his heart scream and his hands quake.

Draco could hear he faint sound of voices but paid it no notice, all his focus was on Harry. He wasn't even aware that the voices were talking about him.

The longer he gazed upon that exquisite face the happier he felt, it was like an addiction, a drug. The corners of his mouth tugged up into a wide, genuine smile. How could someone feel so... complete just by looking at someone. The sight of Harry felt like a blessing, especially are the amount of times he'd almost died. The feeling was euphoric, all his troubles felt small and insignificant, he was wholly and utterly head over heels in awe.

In that one moment everything felt perfect, untouched by mistakes or outsiders, just them.

But, alas, everything must come to an end.

"Mr. Malfoy get up, we're leaving."

What?

"You can't take him, especially over something as stupid as that!" Pomfrey wailed to the man in metal boots.

"I can and I am." He said sternly.

Who was this man and why did he want to take Draco away?

As Draco was trying to figure out what was happening his thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt when Harry opened his mouth, "No you're not, Auror Grayham." His voice was commanding yet it was clear to tell he wasn't sure what he was doing.

Wow he's so precious.

Wait, why are there Aurors here?

"He set off the silent alarm, he knew the penalty." The Aurors turned to Draco, scowling, "Draco Lucius Malfoy, you're under the impression that you're not supposed to use your wand? Correct?" Draco awkwardly nodded slightly, not really knowing what he was agreeing to, his attention wasn't really on anything but the raven haired boy. How could anyone possibly listen to anything when that incredible person was right in front of you? "Then you are aware that we must arrest you."

"We are taking you to Azkaban at once!" The other piped up, grinning like a mad man.

"Arrest?" Draco screeched unintentionally.