Favoring The Brave {Drarry}

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"Hi, Mr. Potter," starts Draco's manager once they invite her over for dinner. "My name is Serafina Lockett, and I'm here to make the bathroom incident go away."

Harry looked at her with a smile and shrugged, and Draco hit him on the back of the head.

"He's not one for formalities really and he hates being center of attention," Draco explains mostly because Serafina's head is throbbing and he's positive she is going to burst a vessel if she doesn't relax.

"I see. So an interview would be...?"

"A pain at best, a complete nightmare otherwise," Harry speaks up with a self-deprecating grin.

"He's not really good with...public relations and he's got a wicked temper."

She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"This is going to be just brilliant. Now I have two of the most boneheaded famous people in the world as clients."

"I could just go upstairs and you could talk it over with Draco, I'm not really picky either way. As long as the boys don't get dragged in too much. It'd be a lot for them to handle and I don't want them to have to grow up in that kind of spot light."

"Grow up in- Potter, they're practically adults!"

"So you want them to be the center of attention? Do you just think that's what everyone wants? Just because you always wanted all eyes on you doesn't mean-"

"Oh, and what's that supposed to mean, Mr. Saviour?"

Their eyes were blazing as they stood growling at each other. A lesser person would have backed down. Serafina simple barked out an order for them to sit down and zip it. They would have been idiots not to comply.

"As loathed as I am to admit it, Potter is right. If he doesn't mind either way, he will be no help. So, what do you suggest, Draco?"

The meeting continued much in the same fashion until they finally came to a consensus. Harry and the kids would be going on tour with Draco if only to suade rumors of one night stands and give people the idea that he was in fact a family man. Of course it would take a few press photos of them all together and interviews on Harry and Draco's part, to the ravenette's dismay, but Serafina was sure it would work. And Draco trusted her with his life. Harry had no choice but to agree. It was what was best for everyone, that much he couldn't deny.

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"Any way we can sneak out of here and not have to answer their questions?" Harry asked, tapping his foot uncomfortably as they stood backstage of a talk show he hadn't bothered to remember the name of, waiting for their cue to go on. Draco slipped their hands together and squeezed lightly.

"We've already gone over the mot important questions. Anything else they ask won't be too consequential. You won a war, Potter, you can handle a little muggle publicity."

Harry nodded back at him while trying to force air into his lungs. At the mention of war he had started rubbing at his scarred and freckled arms. Some places had healed, but others were still pale and puckered against his brown skin, even after more than a decade. He remembered the press of a solid wall falling against him and onto a student he could have tried harder to save but didn't. The feeling of almost losing an arm but making it out while someone else lost a life.

He doesn't know if either one of them really made it out.

He squeezed Draco's hand back and sent him a terrified smile that he hoped only came across as nervous. Draco looked at him, grey eyes flickering between his emerald ones, searching for something. Harry couldn't guess what. Maybe he still expected him to bolt. His mind relaxed a little when Draco kissed his knuckles just over the words. Another scar.