DRARRY ONESHOTS (fluff + smut)

Traitor (fluff)

A/N I kind of want to make this into a book. It felt a bit rushed in oneshot form. 

So he and his friends have been pulling miracles out of their asses since day one, but Harry really had no idea how they were going to get out of this one. The snatchers shoved Harry out of his thoughts as they pushed him, Ron, Hermione, Dean and Griphook towards the entrance of Malfoy Manor. Harry thought that it must've been beautiful at some point, before it was overcome with darkness.

Bellatrix was the first thing that Harry noticed once he entered the room. It took all of his power inside him to withhold from attaching. Once he got over his immediate anger, he looked around. He took in the marble floors and walls, he noticed the mirror across from him and saw what the stinging curse looked like. He saw the chandelier above them. Then, finally, he saw the Malfoys. Lucius was almost unrecognisable, he no longer had the air of self importance that he used to carry with him. Narcissa looked a little more put together. Then, he found Draco. He had the same look in his eye as he had on the astronomy tower- fear. Harry suspected that it hadn't left since their sixth year.

"These two are the ones known to travel with Harry Potter, the mudblood and the blood traitor. This one's got stung by something, but it might be him," Greyback said, pushing Harry towards Bellatrix.

She pushed back his hair, looking for his scar. His heart beat faster, not knowing what she would find. Her eyes narrowed as she pursed her lips. 

"Well, Draco, you know him the best. Go and have a look," she said, backing away from Harry. Malfoy stood still for a moment and looked to his mother. Before she could acknowledged him, his father spoke. "If we are the ones to turn Potter in to the Dark Lord, he will be greatful. Draco, think of what this could mean."

Malfoy took a shaky breath before making his way to Harry, Scabior shoving him onto his knees. He stopped about a meter away from him, glancing around in his direction, but never making eye contact. 

"It could be anyone, can't be sure," he muttered, looking at the floor now.

"Well go have a proper look, go on!" Lucius said eagerly, nudging Malfoy closer. He walked slowly closer. "Go on, boy!" Lucius repeated. Malfoy flinched for a moment before he knelt in front of Harry. 

For a moment, Harry felt as if he had been transported somewhere else. Away from the manor, the death eaters, snatchers, his friends. It was just him and Malfoy. The boy in front of him held the power to end his and his friends lives, in exchange for a spot with Voldemort in his new world. Harry knew it was over. Him and Malfoy have loathed each other for years, and Malfoy was about to win whatever competition they had. 

But as Malfoy scanned over his face, from where his scar should be to his emerald green eyes, Harry realised that Malfoy wasn't saying anything. Why won't he just say it, Harry thought. In that moment, their eyes met. To Harry's surprise, he saw something in the boy's grey eyes. He saw a person. He knew for sure that Malfoy was aware that he was not in fact Vernon Dudley, but he kept quite. Harry saw that this wasn't the same arrogant, cruel boy that he had always thought of when he thought of Malfoy. No, this was just a boy. A scared boy, all alone. Not unlike many today.

"Well?" Bellatrix asked. "Is it him?" 

"I- I can't be sure," Malfoy replied without withdrawing his gaze. 

"Fine then, we shall wait for the stinging curse to wear off," she responded, rather annoyed that she would have to be patient.

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"Meet me upstairs in ten seconds," Dobby said before disapparating with Luna, Olivander and Dean. Harry and Ron stepped over Pettigrew's body, moving towards Hermione's screams.