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May I request a number 3 with a helping of Drarry? Please and thank you.

3. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

(Plot- Draco and Harry are Auror partners, have gone into a known death eater safehouse.)

“Careful of the stairs, they might be jinxed.” Draco said, tilting his wand down briefly as he started up the stairs in front of me.

“Everything in here might be jinxed.” I pointed out.

“Way to be optimistic, Potter. Aren’t you supposed to be the face of positivity or something?” He asked, his voice lowered as if someone were about to pop around the corner at any second.

“I’m the face of positivity as much as Kingsley is the face of Witch Fashion Magazine.” I remarked.

He remained silent, but I could swear I saw a smile tug at his lips briefly as we passed a suit of particularly shiny armor.

“Door to the right.” He said as soon as we emerged into the upstairs corridor. “Watch my six.” He directed.

I stood on the right side of the door and he stood on the left. We made eye contact and shared a nod before he flicked his wand, making the door fly open before he whipped around the corner, wand outstretched and ready to fight. He sighed when met with an empty room, dropping his arm down by his side.

“This is almost as boring as you are.” He said, turning on his heel to walk back out of the room.

“It’s not my fault we were put together, Malfoy. And it’s not my fault you hate me, either.” I retorted.

“I don’t hate you, Potter, don’t be so dramatic.” He said with a sigh, approaching the next door up. “Your turn.” He said, tilting his head toward the door.

Again, I took the right side of the door and he took the left, sharing a mutual nod before I burst the door open, raising my wand defensively. I sighed the same way Draco had, turning around to shrug at him.

“I swear if nothing interesting happens soon, I��m going to fall asl-” He started, cutting off when a wooden beam swung down from the top of the doorframe, whacking him square in the face.

He fell to the floor, holding his forehead as crimson blood seeped through his fingers. I immediately put a protective bubble around us and dropped down next to him, reaching up to see his wound.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Potter.” He spat, scooting away from me.

“Come off it, Malfoy, you could have a concussion.” I said, reaching one hand behind his head as I tried to pry his hand away from the wound.

“Reckon I’ll still be a hell of a lot smarter than you, scarhead.” He snapped through gritted teeth, still trying to get out of my grasp.

“Shut up and stop resisting, I took a healing class let me help you, you stubborn bastard.” I demanded, finally prying his hand away from his head.

Blood was trickling down the bridge of his nose and into the corner of his mouth. I sighed and drew my wand, pointing toward the gushing wound.

“Suturis levio.” I said, moving my wand in a circle around the wound.

“Fucking hell, Potter.” Malfoy griped, gripping the loose fabric on the sleeve of my auror robes. “You couldn’t have warned me that you were about to light my forehead on fire?”

“Sorry.” I said halfheartedly, watching as the wound closed, the flow of blood ceasing.

He let out a breath of relief, his forehead smoothing out from the frown of pain that had formed there. He finally opened his eyes, looking up at me before swallowing harsly.

“Well?” He asked. “You didn’t make me look like you, did you?” He asked, eyeing my scar.

“No, it’s much worse.” I said in a concerned voice.

“What?” He asked, his hand flying up to his forehead.

I laughed, shaking my head at him.

“You’re fine, just bloody.” I informed, conjuring a wet rag.

I dabbed away the blood from his wound, pleased to see that there wasn’t even a scar. It wasn’t until his lips parted that I realized I had moved the rag down to them. Suddenly I became entranced, noticing just how soft they really looked. In fact, everything about him looked soft, from his hair to his gaze.

“Would you stop rubbing my skin so harshly, it’s not sodding dragon hide.” He said, though his eyes were locked on my lips.

“Sorry, it’s easy to get the two confused.” I retorted, though my voice was lacking any malice.

“I’m sure that’s what they say when they compare your hair to burnt hay.” He replied softly, bringing his hand up to rest on the outside of my hand.

“I could say the same about your hair and- and-” I cut off, finding it too difficult to concentrate with him so close to me- looking at me like that.

“Regular hay?” He suggested halfheartedly.

“Yeah.” I replied, looking up at his eyes as he looked up at mine.

“Potter, this is stupid-” He started warningly.

“So are you.” I retorted, leaning in to kiss him.

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