Drarry Oneshots

Aurors & Cursebreakers [Part One]

Posted: December 19, 2020
AO3 Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

"There must be a Trace on one of our wands. That's the only thing that explains how they keep finding us." Draco gasps as they duck behind a large headstone.

They both know the compromised wand is Draco's, and how it got that way, but Harry is polite enough not to say it.

"I have an idea." Harry grabs Draco's arm and Apparates them away just as the ostentatious statue protecting them explodes from the force of a Spell.

They're somewhere dark and cramped and Harry immediately begins feeling around on the wall behind him. Draco is pressed up against him. "Potter. Where...?"

"Hang on, nearly—Ah."

The door clicks open and they tumble out of what appears to be a broom closet and into a strange underground place that Draco doesn't recognize. There are a few Muggles nearby who stare at them, and Draco becomes painfully aware that he's sprawled inelegantly on top of Harry.

Harry, for his part, looks unaffected and gives the onlookers a cheeky smile. "Come on, darling. We're going to miss our train."

Draco stares at him incredulously, and Harry gives him a nudge and a look. With a start, he scrambles off his lap and to his feet, pulling Harry up behind him without meeting his eyes.

Harry continues with his overly-affectionate couple ruse, draping an arm around Draco's shoulders and steering him in the direction they need to go, muttering, "just go with it," in his ear as they walk.

His eyes inevitably fall on the mark on Draco's neck that had sparked their disagreement hours earlier, and he feels another sharp, bitter pang of jealousy.

He leads him to the ticket booth and buys two tickets for the next train to downtown London. He knows where they need to go, although it's much too late now—they'll have to find somewhere to stay the night and go first thing in the morning.

Draco seems to be in a daze, he's uncharacteristically quiet. Harry leads him to a nearby bench and they sit to wait, Harry finally releasing the tight hold on his shoulders.

They wait in silence, until—

"I'm sorry," Draco murmurs. "This is all my fault, if I hadn't—"

"Don't." Harry doesn't want to dwell on it, and he needs to be alert right now. "We don't know for sure that it's your wand. Could be mine, could be both of them—"

"Don't be idiotic, Harry. We both know it's mine. If I weren't such a pathetic, desperate sl—"

Harry slaps a hand over Draco's mouth, green eyes boring into Draco's as he glares at him, "Don't you dare. You're not a slut, Draco. You're allowed to have a one night stand if you want to, you had no way of knowing that they were—"

Draco bats his hand away angrily. "You didn't seem to feel that way earlier, when you—"

"I was wrong. I'm sorry. I was a complete arse this morning."

Draco gapes at him for a moment, then sniffs indignantly, unwilling or unable to bring himself to voice the obvious explanation for Harry's behavior in their office that morning. "Well, at least you can admit it."

Harry smiles then, and Draco is discomfited once again. He's saved by the arrival of their train and the continuation of their dismal adventure.

***

Two hours later, Harry leads Draco into a truly decrepit hotel room.

"The only available room, sorry," the front desk attendant had said, not sounding sorry at all, as he passed over the key. Draco had been skeptical, but hesitant to start anything. It was late and at that point all he wanted was a bed.