Drarry Oneshots

Halloween

Posted: December 15, 2020 
AO3 Rating: Teen & Up


Every Halloween, Draco's boyfriend goes missing for several hours. He doesn't panic anymore, and he doesn't ask him where he goes, he simply...waits.

He picks up a treacle tart from a local bakery and makes dinner—Harry's favorite—and he waits.

One year, Harry came home blind drunk, extremely lucky he hadn't splinched himself Apparating home to their flat. Draco had helped him to bed, Accioed a Hangover Potion to leave on the bedside table, and eaten a late dinner alone.

But typically, Harry comes home sober and unusually quiet. He eats the food that Draco makes and thanks him in a voice that's barely recognizable as his own.

Their first Halloween together, Draco had forgotten.

He's ashamed to remember it. He'd blathered on and on about going to Ginny and Luna's party while Harry got quieter and quieter, his back going rigid, his shoulders tense.

When Draco had asked him about costumes, Harry had sighed and told him it didn't matter, because he didn't want to go, but that Draco could go without him if he wanted.

Draco wishes that he'd just explained why, but that's never really been Harry's way, and Draco can understand why saying the words out loud had been so hard for him. He has his own hard days after all, his own history that he struggles to talk about.

The strop he'd thrown in response had felt right in the moment, but it's downright embarrassing looking back. Harry had finally agreed to go to the party, and sullenly told Draco he'd wear whatever he wanted if he'd just shut up about it. The ensuing fight had very nearly ended their relationship.

But even worse was a week later when Draco came home from work on Halloween and got ready for the party, and Harry didn't come home from work.

Draco had paced their flat, Floo-called Harry's office and got no response, and then finally, beginning to panic, he'd Floo-called Ginny and Luna's house, where he knew all their friends would be.

Ginny came to kneel by the fireplace, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Did you forget?" She'd asked softly. "What today is for Harry?"

"Forget...?" he'd repeated slowly, stupidly, before realization had finally dawned on him. "Oh, shit. Oh, no. Fuck."

Ginny wrung her hands, looking sympathetic. "We wanted to make sure Harry knew you were both invited in case he was feeling up to it, but we weren't expecting you tonight. Halloween isn't exactly Harry's—"

"Where is he? Do you know?"

She shook her head. "We were only together for one Halloween, and he disappeared then, too. He'll be back, Draco."

He'd hung his head. "Maybe he won't. I really fucked up, Gin. I can't believe I forgot."

"Just show him you care when he gets home. You'll be fine. I mean, he should have mentioned it. He must've realized you didn't—"

"Right. Thanks, Gin."

Draco had ended the call, stripped off his costume, taken a long hot shower and got ready for bed, and then he'd waited. And waited. And waited. He drifted off sitting on the sofa watching the front door.

Harry had come home sometime in the early hours of the morning. Draco had awoken in his arms as he carried him to bed.

"I'm sorry," Harry had whispered when he saw that Draco was awake.

"No, I'm sorry," Draco responded softly, reaching up to brush a hand over his cheek. "I should have remembered, I should have realized—"

Harry had tucked him under the covers and begun stripping out of his Auror robes. "No, I should have told you. It's just hard to talk about. It's been so many years, sometimes I feel like I should be fine, like it shouldn't hurt anymore."