Stages Of Drarry {A Drarry Oneshot Love Story}

The Fall

Wind whistles through Harry’s hair, shreds through his robes and causes his eyes to tear up. But none of that matters. All that matters is the golden snitch in front of him, the broom underneath him that he urges to go faster and the pale, blond haired boy in green robes that is racing him for the snitch.
Suddenly Draco’s hand, which had been stretching out beside Harry's, disappeared. There was a thump beside him, the sound of a bludger hitting flesh, a strangled scream and then the steady presence at his side was gone.
Harry turned his broom to see what had happened, ignoring the sad cries of the Gryfindors as the snitch disappeared. What Harry saw was Draco’s riderless broom hovering in the air. And below it, falling fast, was Draco. His hair was ruffled from the wind, his robes were streaming through the air around him and  his pale hand was stretched out, desperately seeking any savior.
Harry acted without thinking, turning his broom down and dropping, attempting to catch Draco’s hand with his own outstretched one. As soon as Harry felt Draco’s cool skin he latched on to it. Holding it as if it was the only thing that mattered in the world, Draco returned his grip just as fiercely.
“Please don’t let go.” Draco called, his words ripped away, almost against his will, by the wind.
“I will never let go.” Harry promised, struggling to control their descent with Draco’s added weight.
Finally their descent slowed, just in time as a little while later Draco’s feet touched the ground. As soon as the ground was flat against his feet Draco collapsed into a shuddering ball.
Landing, Harry gets off his broom and sinks down to encase Draco in his arms. Holding him tight, and hiding him from the prying eyes of the spectators.
“Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, are you alright?” Professor McGonagall’s worried voice cuts through the deafening silence that had lowered over Harry.
“Professor,” He looked up from Draco’s bowed head, “We’re both fine.”
“Well, you need to go see Madam Pomfrey. Here I’ll take Mr Malfoy.” She reaches for him and Harry dutifully releases him, but as soon as Draco feels Harry leave he latches onto his wrist.
“Don’t leave.” He murmurs, almost too quietly for Harry to hear, but he does.
“I won’t.” Harry promises again, just as quietly, detangling himself from Draco.
At the hospital wing Harry sits next to Draco’s bed. Madam Pomfrey had fussed over Harry and declared him fine. She had looked over Draco and said he was in shock, and the best thing to do was for him to sleep, and so he had. But now he began to stir, small movements at first, small turns of his head and quick fluttering of his eyes as he began to open them. Harry’s fists clenched in his lap, Draco had seemed to have wanted him there, but that could have been the shock.
Madam Pomfrey gave him a knowing smile, “I’ll leave you to talk, but don’t energize him too much.” She says sternly before leaving.
“Hi.” Harry whispers quietly, bracing himself for rejection, and hate. But it doesn’t come, instead Draco’s voice is filled with curiosity when he speaks.
“Why are you here Potter?”
“Because you asked me to be.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to listen.” Some of Draco’s snarkiness returns.
“I can leave if you want.” Harry starts to stand but Draco thrusts out a hand.
“No, stay.” He says imperiously, “I want you to talk to me. Why did you save me?”
“I-I don’t know.” Harry sits back down, “It was instinct I guess.”
“Why would it be instinct to save me? Someone who has been nothing but mean to you since you met me?” Draco presses.
“I’m not sure. I thought it was - but that's ridiculous.” Harry says.
“What. What's ridiculous?” Draco asks.
“Nothing.” Harry snaps. Draco seems to consider something for a moment before reaching forward and pressing his lips to Harry’s. Harry freezes for a moment before gently responding.
“So that’s why.” Draco murmurs in wonder while pulling away.
“Great, let's get this over with.” Harry sighs while bracing himself for the scorn.
“What do you mean?” Draco asks, while reaching for one of Harry’s hands which are again clenched in his lap.
“I mean the scorn, the disgust, the rejection.” Harry moves away from Draco.
“Why would I do that? When I liked it? When I like you?”
“You like me?” Harry is so shocked that he moves closer to Draco.
“Yes.” Draco says fiercely before kissing Harry again.
“I thought you wanted to talk.” Harry gasps when they break apart for air.
“Be quiet Potter.” Draco commands before fiercely kissing Harry again.
And that is how they stay until Madam Pomfrey comes to check on Draco.

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A/N: So, I actually wrote these last year, but couldn't be bothered to publish it, but now I'm bored, so here. It's a group of short oneshots that follow Drarry through the key parts of their relationship, I hope you enjoy!

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