Drarry Oneshots- Smut and Fluff

Where Else?❤️

Saw a prompt there the hero is hurt and they arrive at the villain's house and just say "Didn't know where else to go." and I just knew I had to write it for Drarry.

6145 words. (It's a long one guys, but worth it)

"You're special Harry! We're just worried about you!" Hermione yelled, exasperated. Ron sat beside her, nodding in agreement, his brows knitted together with concern. Harry groaned loudly, pacing the room and throwing his hands up in the air, frustrated with the entire situation.

"Don't be! I can take care of myself, and I am so sick of people telling me how I'm the chosen one and all the rest of it, I don't care! I just want to be normal!" Hermione and Ron gave each other a worried look, they understood that Harry got irritated with his status sometimes, but they'd never seen him this worked up about it, it's like he'd finally snapped after years of pressure being put on him.

"But Harry, this is what you were born to do, defeat Voldemort." Hermione lowered her tone of voice, trying to diffuse the situation but it only served to infuriate Harry more.

"Maybe I want more to my life than defeating Voldemort!" Harry shouted loudly, causing Hermione to jump slightly and even Ron startled, Harry huffed and with that he walked out of the living room of the burrow and headed into the fields, he wasn't sure where he was going, he just knew he had to be away from there, he needed to cool off and he couldn't do that with Ron and Hermione on his case all the time. He grabbed his broom and took off into the skies, flying aimlessly but somewhat keeping track of his direction so he could find his way back, after all he didn't plan on leaving forever and he didn't really fancy getting lost by himself, especially when the entirety of Voldemort's army were on the lookout for him.

After a while Harry spotted a random park below him, it was empty and looked like it had been left abandoned for years, he began flying down and could see the rust on the metal of the various playsets, swings and slides, the chains of the swings creaking loudly in the gentle breeze of the night. Harry guessed it to be about half past ten by now, but he wasn't too bothered, he just needed some time to himself, to think. The young wizard dropped down next to a bench, propping his broom up against it next to himself, taking a deep breath and sighing heavily as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the cold of the night ghost over his skin, the icy wind feeling refreshing and calming. As suddenly as he had relaxed, he tensed again, a strange feeling coming over him, like he was being watched, the strange sensation you get when something triggers that elusive sixth sense.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around, seeing nothing but before he had a chance to turn around and check behind him, something wrapped around his neck from behind, cutting off his airflow and making him gasp, his hands quickly came up to grab at whatever was choking him and he looked up as best her could to see a man, he didn't recognise him and could only assume it was one of Voldemort's followers, he reached down for his wand, his vision becoming blurry at the edges from lack of oxygen but he felt the cold wood hit his palm and he grabbed it, reaching back as fast as he could and shooting a spell, anything to get the man away, it worked and Harry stood and turned around but the man was already back on his feet and shot a curse at Harry, pain immediately searing through his body as he screamed out, his legs buckling as he fell to his knees, he looked down to see blood seeping through his clothes and he could feel where the slashes across his torso were, it became apparent that the deatheater had used the Sectumsempra spell and Harry swore under his breath as he quickly raised his wand and yelled Avada Kedavra as loud and fast as he could, giving the man no time to react, in an instant he dropped to the floor, lifeless and Harry sighed but quickly shallowed his breathing as he realised it hurt to take any deep breaths.

Harry uneasily got to his feet, using the bench for support and grabbed his broom, managing to take off, though he was extremely wobbly and could barely keep the broom straight, he felt like he was going to fall off any second as he didn't have the strength to hold on but he kept flying, trying to find somewhere to go or someone that could help, he flew in what he thought was the direction of the Weasley's but instead a huge black castle came into view, he squinted, his eyes not working very well due to blood loss but a part of him recognised the castle, Malfoy Manor, he scanned the area, there were no signs of deatheaters or any protection on the house and Harry deemed that Lucius and Narcissa must not be here, his heart felt like it tightened as he hoped with every fibre of his being that they weren't and that maybe, just maybe, Draco would be here, because he didn't know where else to go and right now, Draco was his saving grace.