Drarry Oneshots

Sectumsempra Again

Harry was walking alone, feeling the cold cobblestone beneath his bare feet. It was raining hard and he was walking underneath the archway, leading to the quidditch pitch. The path had become familiar to him after a while, his body just carried him to the only place he could feel calm and think after the war had ended. He would go there every night just to clear his mind and try to forget his past. For once he wanted to be himself. Not The Boy Who Lived or The Golden Boy, he wanted to be just Harry.

A thunderous sectumsempra! followed by a shriek snapped Harry out of his thoughts. The hex struck fear in his gut. Scenes from sixth year unfolded before his eyes. Once he had realised that he was frozen in place, he shook his head and ran as fast as he could toward the now quieted sobs echoing through the hallway. He turned the corner to see the darkening quidditch pitch, a fifth or sixth year Gryffindor with wide eyes, slowly lowering her wand, and finally a pale boy with blond hair just as pale laying on the ground.

Hey! Harry yelled. The Gryffindor girl turned and Harry spotted the battered up potions book in her arm. She then turned to run away just as fast as Harry ran toward the bleeding, dying man. How did she find that book? It was hidden away in the Room of Requirement which was destroyed in the fire. Harry had decided that was a problem for another day. Right now all his attention was on Malfoy. He was bleeding, not as intensely as sixth year because of the rain, but still enough to kill him.

He had committed that healing spell used by Snape to memory after that horrid day in the abandoned girls bathroom. Harry hovered his wand over Malfoy and started muttering the spell. The wounds were closing up quickly and nicely.

Malfoy breathed out, Potter.

Shhh, Harry hushed him and brushed his hair back from his forehead while still healing the tall, skinny boy. Its okay. Youre going to be okay. He whispered. He stuck his wand in his back pocket and slipped his arms under an unconscious Draco, picking him up and carrying him to the infirmary. Malfoy was surprisingly light and Harry began to wonder if he was eating. He began to wonder how badly the war had affected him.

He got Draco safely to Madam Pomfrey who told him that he could leave, but Harry just shook his head. He stayed by Dracos side and didnt look away even when Madam Pomfrey had taken off his shirt to assess the damage. Harrys breath caught when he saw Dracos old faded scars slashing across his chest under the newly acquired ones. Madam Pomfrey came back with some blood replenishing potion and some potion that Harry assumed would be for the pain, then she slipped back into her office, knowing better than to tell Harry to return to his dorm.

He sat there, staring at Draco, until he inevitably fell asleep with his head on Dracos bed. When he woke up, he felt something in his hand. Harry rubbed his eyes under his glasses and stared at his dark hand against Dracos pale one. He smiled down at their intertwined hands and figured that the sleeping boy must have subconsciously entangled their fingers together at some point during the night. He shifted his gaze onto the man that started to stir. He slowly opened his eyes and brought the hand that wasnt holding Harrys up to his mouth to cover it while he yawned. Dracos other hand moved in between Harrys. His face shifted from neutral to confused as he turned his head to look at the messy hair boy.

Potter, he croaked, his voice hoarse from sleep. Why are you holding my hand?

Harry blushed. It, uh, it was like that when I woke up.

And you didnt think to let go?

I did, Harry hesitated. But I didnt want to. he mumbled.

Oh. Draco said, meekly. He breathed in, not making any move to let go of the other boys hand. Thank you, you know, for saving me. Im sure a lot of people wouldve just left me there to bleed out.

Harry looked at him sadly and squeezed his hand. You did what you had to do to stay alive. It wasnt your fault.

Draco sighed and looked at Harry gratefully. I guess thats the second time I was hexed by a fucking reckless Gryffindor. He chuckled quietly.

Yea, sorry about that. Ive been meaning to apologise. I honestly didnt know what it did.

Draco hummed. Its okay. Youve more than made up for it. He gave Harry a small smile. Harrys heart fluttered. Hed never seen Draco genuinely smile before. He became mesmerised by the other boys pale pastel pink lips. The way it hiked up from a soft smile to a smirk.

Potter, if youre not going to kiss me, please stop staring at my lips. He said smugly. Harry looked up at him and, without thinking, grabbed Dracos face and crashed his lips onto his. The other boy reach a hand up and ran it through Harrys soft black hair, pulling him closer as he kissed back.

The two boys pulled away abruptly when they heard someone clearing their throat. Mister Malfoy, I assume youre feeling well.

Yeah, I am. Draco looked up at Harry, who look mortified. His eyes wide and staring a Madam Pomfrey. The nurse placed some pain killer potion on Dracos bedside table and swiftly left, drawing the curtain around the bed to give them a little more privacy.

They both laughed, like genuinely laughed. It was the first time either of the boys had done so in a long time.

They would eventually go on to date, be boyfriends, fight, fall in love, propose, get married, but in the moment none of that mattered. All there was was Draco and Harry laughing happily together. And for the first time in years, all was well.