A Royal Arrangement (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 4

"Your stupid hippogriff went on a rampage because of your words-"

"I did not tell Buckbeak to hurt him!"

"Then explain to me why in Merlin's name did it come after Draco?! Just because you dislike him doesn't mean you get to-"

"I said I didn't!" Harry yelled. "I said I told him I was unhappy. I said I wanted a divorce. I said that you don't listen to me, you don't care about me, you don't love me as your son, because it's true!" His voice cracks at the end, and he mentally curses himself for it.

James' breathing wasn't about just as heavy as Harry's. They've been going back and forth for a couple hours now, it was honestly impressive how they could spend so much time yelling about one topic. "What is your problem now. You don't even bother trying to know him. Draco, that poor kid, you two don't even share a room. This is getting ridiculous, Harry."

"Then agree to the divorce." Harry snapped. "If he finds it so unbearable, tell him to go back."

"You can continue dreaming." James crosses his arms. "He broke his arm, you will treat him better."

"I hate you." He glared at his father defiantly. Yet his vision was blurry. Why?

"Fuck you." James replied promptly.

"Go fuck yourself." Harry stormed back to his room, slamming the door shut. The loud bang startles Hedwig, who was elegantly perched on the window sill. He slid down the door frame, running a hand through his hair. It was no thanks to this dumb marriage he didn't want. He should have the right to choose who he wanted to love- he didn't even want a relationship for now. Now he was stuck with a person for life, being tied down for all his endeavours.

Hedwig balanced on one of his kneecaps, peering at him curiously. She rubbed her beak affectionately against his knuckles, chirping softly. Harry's eyes stung, but he held back. There was no way he was crying over this dumb thing. Absolutely no way.

***

"We're going over to Huffleville for the Hogwarts Federation meeting next week." Hermione reminded the day after they came back from yet another hike. Going to mountains all over the world for short trips came as an escape from this castle that reminded him of the unhappy things for Harry. Nowadays, he went back to back trips, with only a few days of break between each one.

"That's great." Harry mumbled absentmindedly, continuing with his stack of slowly-diminishing paperwork.

"You will be sharing a bed with Draco." She put in gently. Harry's quill snapped in his hands, making a thick line of ink on the document. Whatever, it wasn't that important. Releasing the tension from his hands, he calmly disposed the quill and fished for a new one in his drawer.

"You heard her." Dean said. Harry groaned in reply. "Hey, it won't be too bad."

"Won't be too bad?!" He sounded too flared up than he intended it to be. "Whose decision was this?"

"Well. You know..." the 5 of them hemmed and hawed, until Neville was eventually sabotaged into saying something. "The one who donated their sperm to make you..." He replied softly. They were under special orders to not refer to Harry's father as anything too close-sounding. "Her majesty agreed to it too." Neville quickly added before the second quill was about to be snapped into 2.

Harry stays quiet, continuing to do his work as if they weren't there. That was probably more concerning than any other reaction he could possibly give.

"Harry mate, you're kinda scaring me." Ron murmured, breaking the silence.

"Whiskey." That was his only reply. "The strong one. Now."

***

"You'll sit with Prince Harry." Parvati said, carrying his bags. They were headed to the carriages, mostly carried by pegasi or thestrals. Draco was already given a breakdown of things and a double reassurance that the creatures would not even come close to him.

Oliver opened the door to the second carriage from the front. Draco nodded his head in thanks, slipping in too quickly before realising Harry was already inside, therefore stumbling over himself so as to prevent bumping into him. Harry doesn't even react, until Oliver comes in as well and closes the carriage door behind him. Even then, it was only a slightly demanding, questioning glance.

Draco was awkwardly sandwiched between them. He tried keeping a respectable distance between him and Harry, but that caused Oliver to be squeezed into a corner. Inching the other way to ensure Oliver had enough space, he knocked against Harry's arm, causing Draco's hairs to start standing on end. He was slowly coming to a realisation that this carriage was, in fact, only meant to comfortably carry 2 people.

What was bothering him more, perhaps, was the fact that this carriage would be in the air soon. As in, flying. Floating. Above ground. Everything about that screamed unsafe. Draco was only underground and on the ocean, never in air. His breathing sounded weird, and his fingers were wrangling into each other even though he tried to keep as normal-looking as possible.

"Scared?" Oliver asked softly. He put a hand over his gently. Draco flinched. Just as he did, a strong arm wrapped around his waist.

"Get out." Harry's voice was cold. Dangerous. Oliver nodded meekly, scooting out of the carriage quickly, leaving them alone.

Harry's glare doesn't go away until a full minute later. Draco's cheek was pressed against his chest, his stomach doing wild flip-flops and his heart beating so loudly Harry could probably hear it. His grip loosened on Draco's side, enough for his butt to touch the seat again.

Draco was still tense, since the carriage started moving at high speed, and then lifting off the ground. His eyelashes were wet, eyes screwed shut and body still as a rock. Slowly, he felt a gentle finger pressed onto his side, making small circles. The motions were weirdly calming, and soon enough he relaxed into the touch.

Harry was watching him, Draco realised when he finally dared to open his eyes. Not glaring, not cold. His expression was soft and perhaps understanding, perhaps with a little something else. Although it fades quickly, back to a blank emotionless face. Harry quickly averts his gaze to glance out of the window. His finger doesn't stop circling.

Then, Harry slides his hand up Draco's side, almost stroking him. Draco shivered, even though he tried to suppress it. The motion seemed to pull Draco closer to his body, in a more comfortable position. More warmth was spreading through Draco's body. His cheeks were flushed, he knew for sure. Harry didn't seem to mind it, so he allowed himself to relax and rest his head on Harry's shoulder. The thought that they were a couple hundred meters above ground almost escaped his mind. Instead, there were many others... more disturbing ones, especially when Harry scent was soft but intoxicatingly good, like a mix of cinnamon and something spicy.

The flight ended, finally or unfortunately. Harry releases him immediately after the carraige's wheels hit the ground, and hopped out just as it screeched to a halt. Draco dumbly follows along, just slower, still partially amused and partially terrified.