Drarry Oneshots

You Should've Known

Posted: December 27, 2020
AO3 Rating: Mature
[Inspired by the song "Believe," by Skillet. Angsty, but with a happy ending!]

Draco walks into Harry's office and stops short, eyes narrowing at the sight of the two Aurors seated in front of Harry's desk.

They're both a few years younger than him and Harry, both extremely handsome, and both laughing way too hard at whatever Harry just said.

"Draco!"

Harry's face lights up at the sight of him, and that softens him a bit, but he still glares at the two young men in front of him.

"Jeffords, Davis. Out."

They stand and head for the door, shooting him mutinous glares of their own, and Draco pushes it shut behind them.

"You don't have to be rude to them," Harry frowns. "They were just giving me an update on their current case."

Draco folds his arms over his chest. "They look at you like you're dessert and they're starving."

Harry rolls his eyes. "They do not."

"Yes, they do. And they try to flirt with you every chance they get. And they—"

Harry stands and rounds his desk, walking over to him. "It's a good thing I'm taken then, hm?"

Draco turns away, pouting.

"And completely devoted," Harry slides a hand up Draco's arm as he steps closer and his voice drops low and sultry. "To my gorgeous boyfriend, who stopped by my office this afternoon, presumably because he wants something."

"Not to find my boyfriend laughing with a couple of tossers trying to find their way into his bed," Draco mutters.

"Hey," Harry tries to pull him into a hug, but Draco keeps him at arm's length. "It's not like that."

"Okay, well I just wanted to say 'hello," Draco sighs. "I'm going to go back to work now."

"Draco, wait. It's almost Noon. Can I take you to lunch?"

"No." He pushes Harry away and walks to the door. "Ask one of your admirers."

Draco slams the door behind him.

***

Harry storms into their flat after work. Eyes flashing behind his glasses, ornate crimson robes billowing behind him, looking as imposing as Draco has ever seen him. He's not entirely pleased by the physical reaction his body has to the sight.

"I can't believe you left like that earlier, Draco. And you hexed Davis from behind on your way out? What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"He was asking for it."

"No, he wasn't!"

"He smirked at me. He's an arsehole."

"I don't care! How do you think that makes me look, to have you hexing my employees? I'm the Head Auror, Draco!"

"What? And you don't care if handsome men talk to me? Flirt with me?"

"No!" Harry cries, exasperated. "Because I trust you!"

Draco deflates. "I trust you, too," he says softly.

"It doesn't feel like you do," Harry throws back, with more venom than he intended.

"Well, you try having the entire Wizarding World trying to get into your boyfriend's pants every fucking day and we'll see how well you handle it! And you don't discourage them, you don't do anything about it, you don't tell them to fuck off or—"