Drarry One Shots

So remember when I told y'all there'd be angst?

OK here me out, it's angst but the next part is the Ship is sailing #5 y'all wanted?

"Oh god- oh my god, Ron-- RON!" The paper that Harry had been clutching began to sizzle under his shaking hands, his vision blurring to the point where he had to make sure his glasses hadn't shattered. Ron's sturdy hands on his shoulders were probably all that was keeping him from falling over right then and there,

"Harry! Harry, deep breaths mate. I know what it looks like but I need you to breathe, Harry. Please. You gotta take a deep breath for us here." 

Hermione, who had been hovering awkwardly next to the two - picked up Harry's glasses for him and began to clean them for him. Making a show of doing a "repairo" on them before stepping forward as calmly as she could muster to place wipe away the hot tears rolling down Harry's face and replace his glasses. She took a deep breath, 

"It's alright- well, I'm sure it will be alright. He's probably at St. Mungos - we can go see him."

"'Mione's right, mate" Ron shot her a grateful smile before returning to Harry who had begun to straighten himself out "You're the Chosen One, they couldn't turn you away - or, at least, they'd let you know if he was stable."

Harry sniffles, brushing under his eyes once more and turning back to the newspaper article - glaring at the bold title reading 'MALFOY HEIR SEVERELY  INJURED IN ANTI-DEATH EATER RALLY : DID HE DESERVE IT?' - after skimming it, turns out the 'rally' was actually an attempt to burn down the Manor with Draco locked inside. Harry blinked furiously at new tears threatening to spill at the thought of what might have happened. 

Harry found himself mulling over the thought and shuffled backwards to sit on the nearby chair and cast a quiet, wandless "Incendio" on the paper still clutched in his hands. Almost holding onto it long enough to get burnt. 

He found himself having to continue choking down tears that annoyingly continued to threaten overflowing. Whatever. It was better than having to look up at the concerned faces of his friends. They were no doubt looking at each other having one of their 'silent conversations' and Hermione was probably doing a lot of frowning and head shaking while Ron nodded furiously - gesturing at Harry... He shook his head angrily.

He stood up once, sat down - took a deep breath and then stood once more - nodding jerkily at Ron and Hermione,

"Alright-- yeah, ok, let's go see him."

Hermione glanced and Ron and held her arm out to him, ready to apparate. When both boys had securely linked their arms onto hers, Hermione sighed softly and squeezed Ron's had before bringing them as close as she could to St. Mungo's Hospital. She continued to hold onto both Harry and Ron as they made their way to the entrance.

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When Harry began to look a little dizzy walking through the doors, Ron unlinked himself from Hermione's little chain and strode up to the front desk, manned today by a snobby looking elderly witch who pointedly didn't look up until Ron had knocked politely on the counter. 

"Hi, excuse me Ma'am - we were hoping that you had an update on Mr Malfoy's case? We need it for... An auror report."  Ron glanced back at Harry and Hermione, hoping that their presence wouldn't be any ruin his reasoning - they technically weren't Aurors. 

The witch to a second and gave Ron a once-over before laughing at him, 

"What makes you think he's here?"

Now that, that confused Ron,

"Well, He was.. attacked. And 'severely injured'. And this is where us wizards and witches tend to go when they're... y'know, severely injured."