Drarry One Shots

Two Insanely Long Weeks

3rd Person

It had been two weeks, two weeks that Harry had a horrible feeling in his stomach that only Draco could fill. Two weeks that Draco lived in fear of his own life. Two weeks...since Draco had been captured by Pansy.

The sound of high heels clicking echoed along the hallway. Draco's eyes fluttered open, and he anxiously looked around. His wrists were chained above his head, and his usually neat hair was poking out at odd angles. His face shifted uncomfortably as the some of the cuts were painfully begining to bleed again.

"Draco?" a sing-song like voice called out before the person reached the dungeons.

"Please, Pansy. Leave me alone today," Draco begged as Pansy Parkinson entered the basement of her over-sized house.

"Afraid I can't do that, Darling." She smiled dangerously.

"Harry will be here. He'll come help me," Draco said weakly. Pansy giggled wildly. 

"Draco, you're so funny," she said, walking closer to him, wand in hand. Draco attempted to crane his neck away from the wand that was coming closer and closer to him. A whimper escaped his dry lips, and Pansy giggled again.

"Afraid of a little girl, Drakie?" Pansy snickered, now inches away from Draco's face. Her breath ghosted over Draco's pale skin, and he shivered.

"Please don't kiss me," he whispered. Pansy smirked and kissed his cheek. 

"I will do with you what I please," she smiled, "I'll visit you later, my Dear." And with that, Pansy turned around, and began walking back up the stairs, swinging her hips slightly. Draco sighed in slight relief. Will Harry really save me?  Because if he is, I hope he hurries, he wondered silently for what was probably the fiftieth time. Draco's eyes began to wilt once again, and he fell into a sleep that contained only dreams about Pansy's torturing sessions.

A few hours later, Draco was awakened by distant yelling.

"He's down there!" Pansy practically screamed, sounding terrified.

"Hold her, Ron!" Harry said. "Follow me, Hermione!" Draco began to scream. 

"I'm here! Harry! Help!" he cried.

"I'm coming, Draco!" Harry called back as two pairs of feet came pounding down the stairs. Harry rounded the corner and gasped. Hermione ran up behind him. Draco gave him a desperate look as his fiance grabbed keys from the wall, and began to unchain him. Draco collapsed in a heap, and Harry dropped down next to him.

"Draco!? Oh my God, are you okay!? What the hell..."

"Harry," Draco said quietly, tears begining to bubble up in his gray eyes. 

"I'm here. I'm here, Draco, don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?" 

Draco could feel his heart pounding, and his eyes wanting to close. The blonde boy looked up at Harry, and wished that he didn't have to see him like this. He then drifted unconscious.

***

Draco's eyes opened slowly and looked around. He was at home. The sunlight was pouring in from the window, spilling onto the bed. The door opened, and in walked Harry.

"Draco!" he said excitedly, running over to his fiance. 

"Hey, Love," Draco said, hold out his hand for Harry to take. 

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked.

"A lot better." 

"God, I missed you so much." 

"I missed you too."