Drarry One-Shots

In My Dreams Pt2

 The cramped room was illuminated by the cold, white light of the full moon streaming through the bars of the small window lighting up the dark corners of Draco's prison cell. The air was still and cold, and Draco could feel a dampness clinging to every inch of his cell. His wrists were bound in heavy metal cuffs shackled to the wall above him, his head hung low in despair; he had been left there for what felt like an eternity with little clue as to why he was being treated like a criminal and why his husband and one of his closest mates had abandoned him. The cold, humid air filled the room, making it feel like its walls were slowly closing in on him.

 As Draco leaned against the wall, he stared out of the window into the night sky, feeling more alone than he had ever felt in his entire life. Draco's mind raced with confusion and despair; he clenched his jaw in frustration. Every question he asked himself seemed to lead to another unanswered one, and the situation felt more hopeless by the second. What the hell was going on? How the hell had he gone from literally dying in the battle of Hogwarts, to being alive and in a cell in Azkaban? How could Harry and Ron have forgotten their bond with him? Suddenly, the silence of the prison was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps echoing down the damp hallway. As the footsteps grew louder, he felt a chill run down his spine. In a few steps, they stopped at his cell door, he couldn't bear to look at the person, but he knew it was his husband.

 "It's time, Malfoy." Harry's bitter voice spoke.

 "Time?" Draco repeated confused as he looked at his husband. "Time for what?"

 "It's time to carry out your sentence." Harry replied smirking.

"Wait, what?" Draco said upset.

 "That's right, Malfoy, you prat, you're finally going to get what you deserve." Harry said angrily.

 "Please, Harry, I'm begging you, don't... don't do this, I'm your husband!" Draco said upset as he pulled on his restraints.

 "What the hell are you talking about?" Harry demanded. "I've already told you, we aren't married. What kind of game are you playing, Malfoy?" He asked as he grabbed the bars of Draco's cell with one hand.

 "Dammit, Potter, it's not a game, its the truth." Draco said upset, his tears falling silently.

 Harry's eyes were locked on Draco, his eyes were downcast and his body was wracked with heavy sobs. He had only seen the Slytherin cry twice in the years that they had known each other—both times at Hogwarts: the first time was his wand fight with Draco after he had hexed Katie Bell, and the second time was right before Dumbledore's death. And now here he was again, broken and vulnerable in a way that Harry had never seen before.

 Why did Draco keep insisting that they were married? The thought sent a chill through him—did the git know how deeply Harry felt for him? For years, since their third year at Hogwarts, he had kept his love for Draco secret, even from Ron and Hermione. Before Harry could think about it anymore, Ron, followed by two other Aurors, joined them. Ron noticed Harry leaning against the wall, lost in his thoughts, while Draco cried silently in his cell.

 "You alright, mate?" Ron asked as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Did Malfoy say something to upset you?"

 "No, no, I'm fine." Harry lied.

 "Okay, it's time, they're waiting for us." Ron said gently.

 Harry nodded and the other Aurors went into Draco's cell, the only sound was the echoing clangs of the Aurors' keys as they opened the door. Draco was slumped on the floor, his hands chained above him, his eyes cast downwards. He didn't flinch when the Aurors undid his shackles, he just allowed them to stand him up. Heavy tension hung in the air as Ron placed handcuffs back onto his wrists, Draco didn't move or look away from the floor. With Harry and Ron leading the way, they proceeded to the courtroom. As they walked through the courtroom, whispers began to spread throughout the packed gallery.