Prompt by StarStone28 who's only words on my Request chapter were "How about . . . y'know what, I got nothing" and I decided to work with that

--in this universe, cedric is alive. you'll find out why--

A few things I have to say really quick:

1) I have new acrylic nails and it's really fucking hard to type on a computer

2)I HAVE 39 FUCKING STORY REQUESTS

3) I changed my bio because it said "Harry Potter, Dan and Phil, MacDoesIt, Dolan Twins, Emma Chamberlain, James Charles, Danny Gonzalez, Jeffree Star, and Thomas Sanders stan." and ya girl doesn't stan James Charles anymore

4) don't you fucking dare comment "what happened with James Charles" just open twitter for four seconds or watch one of the thousand youtube videos about it I'm not explaining it

5) I love you

6)WHY THE FUCK DO I HAVE 39 FUCKING STORY REQUESTS IM REALLY NOT THAT FANTASTIC OF A WRITER WHY DO YALL SEEM TO LIKE ME SO MUCH

7) most of the titles of these oneshots are going to have stupid/funny titles, like Taste The Rainbow

8) speaking of TTR, I might discontinue it, I might continue it, who knows. all I know is that at the moment I have no motivation to write it

9) 39 F U C K I N G STORY REQUESTS

10) I love you 3000

11) Endgame broke me

12) follow me on insta @ _the_drarry_life_

13) I have decided that there is exactly one type of story I don't want to write and that is Alpha/Beta/Omega whatever because it seems kinda weird to me (no hate) and I don't fully understand it and im not comfortable writing it, sorry

14) wow I said "a few things to say" and this is number fucking 14

15) 15 is a cool number

16) what am I doing

17) yee yee

18) I'm gonna start writing now

19)I lied. TYPING WITH ACRYLICS IS REALLY HARD WHY DID I DO THIS

20) it's 3am. I regret

21) twenty oNe

22) as I'm typing this, Hold My Hand is #1 in HARRYPOTTER,  Taste The Rainbow is #3 in HARRYPOTTER, Innocents Be Damned is #1 in PANSEXUAL,the original Drarry Oneshots is #3 in YEET, and  ITROTWAYTROMH is #13 in YEET, #7 in PANSY, and #8 in DEAMUS

23) yeet is in the tags of every single one of my books and I have no regrets

24) "A fEw tHiNgS I hAvE tO sAy rEaLlY qUiCk"

25) update: I started to write this chapter a few weeks ago I now have forty six chapter requests im never leaving my computer holy shit

26)update again: ive been working on this chapter on and off for like a month and a half yikes

27) it's been three months since I started this lmao im a failure

28)writing is hard

29) im gonna leave it at 29 to piss off everyone who wanted a nice even number

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"Potter, you're gay," was Draco Malfoy's greeting as he sat down in front of Harry in the library.

Harry blinked several times before responding. "Erm, hello?"

Malfoy waved a dismissive hand. "Greetings are for the middle class. Malfoys get straight to the point."

"You're never straight, and if you genuinely think a greeting is below you, this conversation is over," Harry replied simply, going back to his book.

There was a pause, before Malfoy answered. "Hello, Potter."

Harry set down his book, grinning slightly at his simple manipulation of Malfoy. "Hello. What do you want?"

"'What do you want?' And you called me rude," Malfoy complained.

Harry shrugged. "You're the one who wants something. I don't have to play nice."

Malfoy scowled slightly, but seemed to realize the truth in Harry's statement and sighed dramatically. "I have a... request." He sighed out the last word heavily, as if he already knew what the answer would be.

"Then request someone else," Harry replied easily.

"Potter."

"Fine. What?"

"I need you to do something for me that will provide you no benefit but would help me immensely."

"Hm." Harry pretended to think it over. "No."

"I haven't even told you what it is yet!" Malfoy protested.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I don't like you. What makes you think I would want to help you with no personal gain to me?"

"Out of the goodness of your heart? I thought you were the savior?"

At that, Harry scowled. "You thought wrong." He picked his book back up and pretended to read it.

"Your book is upside down."

"That's how I read. Go away." Harry flipped the book around.

"Potter. Sorry or whatever, I know you're a touchy little bitch about the savior thing." At Harry's immediate glare, Malfoy rose his hands in surrender. "Alright, shit, sorry."

Harry set down his book with a heavy sigh, dropping the façade of reading. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"I'd, er... Like you to pretend to be my boyfriend. For a little while."

Harry stared at Malfoy for a long moment.

"No."

"Potter! Please, I'm desperate, or I wouldn't have come to you!"

"That changes nothing. I don't care. Go away."

"Why are you being such a dick?"

"I'm not going to be your trophy boyfriend because I'm gay and you want attention, Malfoy. Go. The fuck. Away. You're pissing me off, and I promised Hermione I wouldn't punch you this year. Don't make me break a promise."

"Potter, this isn't about status or fame or anything. It's about an ex boyfriend and my need to get away."

Harry was getting increasingly irritated. He was actually doing school work for once in his fucking life, and now Draco sodding Malfoy was over here asking him stupid questions and distracting him.

"No, Malfoy. My answer is no. Go away."

"Potter." 

The gut-wrenching desperation in the single word forced Harry's head up to meet Malfoy's eyes.

"Potter, I'm... scared."

Harry sighed irritably. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that it had taken a lot for Malfoy to say that to him, but he was too overwhelmed to care much. He just wanted to do his work and meet up with his friends, he didn't want to talk to Draco Malfoy.

"I don't care," he replied coldly. "Sorry, Malfoy, find someone else."

Malfoy's face fell, and he nodded slightly. "Yeah, okay."

And then he was gone.

Harry stared blankly at his book.

He stayed like that for an hour.

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Harry had finally pushed the conversation with Malfoy to the back of his mind as he walked with Hermione and Ron to Potions. 

"Oh, fuck," he muttered. "I forgot my textbook. Snape'll be pissed if I'm late, but he'll murder me on the spot if I don't have that book. I'm gonna go get it. Tell him I'm... throwing up, or something."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Remember your stuff next time, Harry," she sighed. "Want us to come with you?"

"No, I'm fine. Go on."

She nodded, and Ron gave him a quick smile before they both walked toward the class. Harry sighed softly and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

His original intention, however, was lost minutes later upon seeing Zacharias Smith and Draco Malfoy in the hallway.

His first thought was that Malfoy had found himself a different fake boyfriend, but then he looked for a second longer and realized Zacharias practically had Malfoy pinned against the wall, and Malfoy looked terrified.

It took another moment before it clicked in his head. This was the ex-boyfriend Malfoy had been trying to get away from.

The look on Zacharias' face was borderline psychotic, and he had a strange little twisted smile on his lips as he leaned toward Malfoy. Malfoy's face was one of panicked horror, his wrists pinned to the wall by Zacharias' hands to make sure he wasn't moving anywhere.

"I can make you change your mind about us," Zacharias murmured, his voice low and oily and utterly terrifying. He pushed his body forward, almost fully pressed against Malfoy.

"Get-the fuck- off of me," Malfoy gasped softly. "Please."

Zacharias opened his mouth, probably to retort with something even more creepy and uncomfortable, but Harry had had enough.

"Stupefy," he murmured, and Zacharias was thrown off of Malfoy, who crumpled to the ground with the sudden absence of weight against him.

Never taking his eyes off of Zacharias' body on the ground, Harry kept one arm outstretched, aiming his wand at the boy, and with the other he pulled Malfoy up off of the ground and behind him, using his own body as a shield in front of the blonde.

After a moment, Zacharias stood up again, his face twisted with anger. He aimed his wand at Harry, but Harry refused to let himself flinch. He just stared the boy down.

"Who do you think you are?" Smith hissed, angry and spiteful.

"Harry Potter," Harry replied coldly. "Who the hell are you?"

This seemed to set Smith off. He waved his wand, and a jet of dark purple light shot toward Harry. All instinct said to avoid it, but with Malfoy behind him he couldn't, so he set up a quick Protego in front of them instead.

"Thought you hated him, Potter," Smith spat. "Thought you were enemies."

"You thought wrong." Harry sent another Stupefy, but Smith easily dodged it.

"Still, why do you care who he's in a relationship with?"

Harry was irritated, and at that point he was starting to understand why Malfoy needed a fake boyfriend to shake Smith off.

"Because it's me," he replied quickly, easily, smoothly. Malfoy gasped softly behind him.

This startled Smith. "What?"

"M-Draco is my boyfriend, asshole. I don't want you rubbing your slimy hands all over him."

Smith seemed genuinely shocked, and Harry took that opening to immobilize him. Smith's entire body went rigid, and he stood straight up like a statue. His wand clattered to the floor

"Thank you," Malfoy breathed, so softly that Harry almost didn't hear him.

Harry didn't respond. Instead, he opted to walk up to Smith and pick his discarded wand up off the floor.

"Po- Harry, it's illegal to steal another wizard's wand," Malfoy murmured.

"I'm not stealing it," Harry replied simply. "I'm just putting it in another place that isn't here."

Smith's eyes widened, and Harry glared at him, before turning around and walking away.

He honestly didn't care if Malfoy followed him or not, but apparently the blonde decided the best place to be was with him.

"Where are you putting his wand?" Malfoy asked breathlessly.

"The lake," Harry answered coldly.

"Potter-"

"Don't thank me, Malfoy. I did it because no one, not even you, should have to have that asshole following them around."

He walked away too fast to see Malfoy's face fall.

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It wasn't even two days later when Harry walked into the wrong classroom and found Draco Malfoy crying on the floor.

Every muscle in his body tensed, and all logic told him to shut the door and leave, but Harry walked forward. "Malfoy?"

The blonde tensed, not lifting his head. He said nothing.

"Malfoy."

No response.

"...Draco?"

That got a response. Malfoy's head snapped up in shock, and he stared at Harry.

"What's wrong?" Harry's curiosity had managed to get the best of him.

"Nothing, Potter." Malfoy's voice was cold, angry. 

"Liar." Harry took another step forward cautiously.

"Why would you care?"

"I'm curious."

"I don't care."

"Malfoy, what's your problem?"

"My problem is you, Potter!" 

Harry blinked, backing away slightly. "What?"

"You can't seem to make up your mind! You tell me there's no chance in hell of helping me, and then you turn around and throw Smith's wand in a lake for me? And then you tell me you didn't even really do it for me? God, I just wanted someone to help me, not confuse me even more!" Malfoy's hands were shaking as they threaded through his hair, fingers tightening around blonde locks.

"Malfoy..." Harry murmured, sitting down next to the boy. "I'm... I'm sorry. I don't think I realized how serious the situation was. You shouldn't have to go through what you're going through alone. I'll help you."

Suspicious grey eyes met Harry's. "You're serious?"

"Yes." Harry stood. "Now get off the floor, idiot."

Malfoy laughed softly, wiping his eyes and taking the hand Harry offered to him. As he stood, he shoved Harry lightly. "Asshole."

"Prat."

Malfoy's smile at him made Harry regret not agreeing to help him sooner.

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"What's your favorite color?" Malfoy asked as he dropped into the seat in front of Harry.

Harry glanced around the library briefly, but indeed, Malfoy was talking to him. "What?"

"C'mon, if you're supposed to be my boyfriend, we gotta know some shit about each other! Favorite color?" Malfoy's impatient grey eyes search him.

"Uh... Blue."

"Basic." Malfoy stared at him for a minute, before sighing. "You're supposed to ask me questions too, Potter."

"Um... What's your favorite color?"

Malfoy rolled his eyes, but answered. "Pink."

"You're not serious."

"I am. I've considered dyeing my hair pink."

Harry's eyebrows rose. The thought of Draco Malfoy with pink hair... that was an image.

"How many partners have you had before? Also, who are they so I know who to kill?" Malfoy's tone was joking, but something in his facial expression hinted at sincerity.

"Like sexual partners or romantic?"

This time Malfoy's eyebrows shot up. "Sexual? Potter, you deviant! I thought you didn't have time for that, you were too busy being heroic! Good for you!"

Harry just rolled his eyes.

"Well now I want to know both answers," Malfoy said, resting his chin on his hand, eyes intently studying Harry.

Harry sighed. "Five romantic. Two sexual."

Malfoy grinned. "I want names, Potter."

"No," Harry groaned, burying his head in his arms on the table. "Too personal."

"Nothing's too personal in this relationship, honey!" Malfoy replied gleefully. "Spill!"

"I want out of this relationship," Harry muttered.

"Not a chance. Names."

"Ginny. Cho. Parvati. Luna. Dean. Cedric." Harry didn't lift his head off of the table.

"That's only six, Potter."

"That's because one of them was both."

"Ah. Tell me who is who, and who's the lucky bitch who got both."

"No." 

"Hm. Fine. I'll figure it out myself. Everyone knows about you and Ginny so that's a point for romantic. Cho was your fifth year disaster. You two definitely never got far enough for sex. And the others... I have no idea."

Harry sighed. "I dated Cho, Ginny, Parvati, Dean, and Cedric. Draw your own conclusions from that."

"You fucked Luna?!" Malfoy yelled.

Harry lifted his head quickly, slamming his hand over Malfoy's mouth. "Shut the fuck up!" he whisper-yelled. "We're in the fucking library!"

Malfoy batted his hand away. "No one's in here. You fucked Luna?" he hissed.

Harry sighed heavily, sitting back in his chair. "Me and Parvati had a thing third year. It never went further than kissing, because we were both fourteen. It didn't end horribly. We're cool. Cho was, as you put it, my 'fifth year disaster'. Ginny and I dated for a while sixth year. Near the end of sixth year, me and Luna had a really long talk about how we were confused about our sexualities. We had an agreement, we would try... sex with each other. We both discovered we weren't interested in the opposite sex pretty quickly. We both lost our virginity to each other, and honestly, I don't regret it. I trust her with my life. After that, I started dating Dean. It didn't work out, but we were both okay with the break up. I had realized I really liked boys, and he had realized he really liked Seamus. And at the very end of the year, I started dating Cedric. I dated him throughout the summer and until about two months ago, when he broke up with me. He wasn't as into me as he had thought." Harry shrugged. "I don't blame him. We're friends."

"He was the other one?" Malfoy guessed. Harry nodded. "Damn."

"Your turn." Harry leaned forward. "How many partners?"

"Both sexual and romantic?"

"Of course."

"One."

"One?!"

"One."

"One sexual and one romantic?"

"One overall."

Harry stared at him for a long moment. "Shit," he muttered, laughing softly. "I'm a slut."

Malfoy burst out laughing at that, and Harry found himself joining in.

As his laughter faded away, Harry founded himself sobered by a realization. "Zacharias Smith has been your only relationship?"

Malfoy's laughter abruptly stopped, his smile dropping. "Yeah," he muttered.

Harry lightly nudged Malfoy's foot under the table. "What happened?" he asked quietly.

Malfoy's eyes dropped, focusing on his hands as he twisted his fingers together. 

"When he asked me out, I was in the middle of a crisis. I had no idea why boys were prettier than girls, or what my sexuality was, or what I was going to do. I said yes because I wanted answers. At least, that's how it started. I experimented with kissing him and seeing how I felt toward him. He seemed so nice, so trustworthy, that I actually found myself starting to like him. He seemed like he liked me too. We were together for a long time, and then he told me he was tired of waiting, and he wanted sex. I said I wasn't ready yet, and he told me I may as well just get it over with, that the first time is the hardest. I tried to maintain my position, but he pressured me and guilted me and coerced me into agreeing. It wasn't fun or good or anything sex is supposed to be. It was uncomfortable and scary and overwhelmingly pressuring. After that, he started wanting to have sex more and more, and I kept refusing him and giving excuses. Eventually he got angry with that, and he grabbed me and... forced me. I still get nightmares from that. After that, he got more and more aggressive with me, pushing me and grabbing me and yelling at me. The first and last time he ever hit me was because I yelled back. I broke up with him after that."

"Jesus," Harry whispered, because he really couldn't say anything else.

Malfoy just nodded quietly.

Harry reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "Malfoy, I'm sorry. I didn't know how much you had been through. I thought you were trying to fuck with me or it wasn't as serious as you said or something. I was making excuses, and I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Malfoy whispered.

"No, it's not. You were suffering and I wasn't helping when I could have." Harry stood up, pulling Malfoy up with him. He ignored the confused look in Malfoy's eyes and pulled the other boy in for a hug. He felt the other boy tense before relaxing slightly and wrapping his arms around him.

"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry whispered.

Draco didn't respond this time. Instead, he just tightened his hold on Harry and buried his face in his shoulder.

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"Mate, tell me it isn't true," Ron said as he sat across from Harry, grabbing a plate.

"What?" Harry asked through a mouthful of eggs.

"You're dating Malfoy?" Hermione half-shouted as she sat down much harsher than Ron, leaning across the table with shock written all over her face.

"That," Ron agreed, pointing at Hermione.

"Oh, that. Yeah," Harry responded casually, grabbing his glass and taking a drink.

"Why?" Hermione asked, seeming unable to fathom how he could be so calm about it all.

Harry shrugged. "I like him."

"Why?" Ron repeated, grabbing a pancake and putting it on his plate.

"I dunno. Guess he's attractive. And funny."

"You like him because you think he's hot?" Hermione practically screeched.

"And funny," Harry added, pointing his fork at her.

"Funny is important," Ron agreed as he poured syrup on his pancake. "That's why me and Felix work."

Harry nodded.

"Do you even know anything about him?" Hermione asked.

"Yep." Harry pointed at the orange juice, and Ron handed it to him. "Thanks."

"When's his birthday?"

"June 5."

"Even I knew that, Hermione," Ron added.

"What's his favorite color?"

"Pink."

"You can't be serious." Hermione stared at him.

"Yep. He's considering dying his hair pink."

"That would be interesting," Ron laughed softly. "You happy, mate?"

Harry nodded brightly without thinking. "Yeah. I am."

"That's good." Ron raised his glass in a mini-toast, and downed half of it before returning to his food. "Better watch out though. I think he used to date Smith, and Smith is definitely glaring at you right now."

Harry glanced up. Sure enough, Zacharias Smith was sitting at the Ravenclaw table, eyes coldly watching him. As their eyes met, he glared, fingers clenching around the fork in his hand.

"Good morning, love," a voice murmured from behind Harry. "Can I sit here this morning?"

"Of course." Harry moved over, leaving room for Draco to sit.

"Morning, Malfoy," Ron said through a mouthful of pancake. "If you break Harry's heart, I'll kill you."

Draco did a single finger gun at him. "If I break Harry's heart, I'll kill myself."

Ron nodded at that. "Orange juice?"

"Pumpkin juice, please." Draco smiled as Ron handed it to him. "Thank you."

"Stop ignoring me," Harry pouted. It was far too easy to pretend this relationship was real.

"Sorry, love," Draco replied easily, a smile spreading across his face. He kissed Harry's cheek. "How did you sleep?"

Harry ignored the fire spreading from where Draco's lips had touched him. "Wonderfully. You?"

"Pretty good. Is Granger okay?"

"Call my friends by their first names." Harry glanced at Hermione, who's eyes were wide and horrified, her mouth open slightly. "I'd say it's homophobia, but Ron and Felix are dating, so I think it's just you. Sorry love."

Draco shrugged. "Can't always win. Seamus and Dean are together too. And if Blaise doesn't shut up about Neville soon, I'm going to force them to get together."

"What?" Neville asked, head snapping away from Dean, who was trying to talk to him. "Blaise doesn't shut up about me? What does he say?"

"He mostly thinks you're the prettiest thing to ever walk the earth, but he's wrong, that's Harry. Anyways, you have ten seconds to get up and talk to him or I'm yeeting you across the Great Hall."

Harry's brain was short-circuiting at Draco calling him pretty, but he blinked a couple of times as Neville darted toward the Slytherin table and grinned at his boyfriend.

Fake boyfriend.

"You're such a matchmaker," he said dramatically, fluttering his eyelashes at his boyfriend.

Fake boyfriend.

"I try," Draco responded with an easy grin, lacing his fingers with Harry's and holding them up. "How's it working so far?"

"Wonderfully," Harry responded, almost breathlessly.

"You two are disgusting," Ron commented easily. "Love is gross."

"True," Felix responded as he dropped down next to Ron. He held up his fist. "Morning, bitch."

Ron fist bumped him easily. "Morning, fucker. Did you sleep?"

"Kinda. You?"

"Of course."

"Have you two even kissed yet?" Harry asked in disbelief. "You've been dating for two weeks."

"Yep," Ron responded at the same time Felix replied "We've fucked, you idiot."

Harry made fake vomiting sounds as Ron laughed and Draco raised his eyebrows and gaped in shock.

"Public affection is unnecessary," Felix added.

"Liar, tell them the real reason," Ron replied affectionately.

Felix rolled his eyes. "Once I start, I can't stop. He's too attractive, it's not my fault."

"So you're saying that if you kissed him right now, you two would end up fucking on this table?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"Yep," they responded in unison. Felix grabbed Ron's glass, drinking the rest of it. Ron smacked him on the back of his head, and Felix seemed torn between choking and laughing.

Harry watched them together. They were perfect, complimented the other so perfectly. He wondered if him and Draco gave that impression.

"Have you two kissed yet?" Felix questioned, leaning forward.

"Yes," Harry responded at the same time Draco said "No."

Felix and Ron raised their eyebrows. Fuck.

Harry tried to pass it off. "You just kissed my cheek!" he said, exasperated. "That's kissing!"

Felix rolled his eyes. "Have you two kissed on the lips yet?"

"Nope," Draco replied easily, downing the rest of his pumpkin juice.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Felix chanted, as Ron wiggled his eyebrows at them.

Draco blushed, ducking his head. Harry sighed, laughing. He leaned over, whispering softly into Draco's ear.

"Can I?"

Draco paused, and nodded, the tilt of his head barely noticeable.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Felix continued to chant.

Harry lifted Draco's chin with his hand, and gently kissed him on the lips.

He now understood what Felix and Ron had meant. He wanted to stay here forever, kissing Draco, feeling his soft lips and never move.

He did anyway. Slowly, he pulled away from Draco, who's eyes were wide, the grey of his irises shining in the light.

It took a few seconds for Harry to regain the ability to speak, but when he did, he turned to Felix and Ron. "Happy?"

"Very," Felix responded.

Hermione still seemed to be frozen in shock.

Draco happily returned to his meal, and Harry met Zacharias Smith's eyes from across the room.

I win, Harry mouthed.

Smith stood up and left the Great Hall.

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Harry laughed as he pulled Draco down the hallway.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late!" he shouted, a grin on his face.

"Well if you hadn't kept me in bed for so long, we would have made breakfast and been to class on time!" Draco responded breathlessly, a matching grin on his face.

"But then I also wouldn't have had you in bed," Harry replied suggestively.

"Shut up," Draco laughed, blushing, but his smile faded as he stopped, pulling Harry back.

Harry turned to find himself face-to-face with Smith.

"Who's winning now?" Smith growled, pointing his wand at Harry.

Harry frowned, trying to figure out what the fuck he was talking about, before realization clicked. Two months ago when his and Draco's relationship was fake.

I win, Harry had mouthed, and now he was so, so wrong.

"Stay away from us, Smith," Harry responded coldly, shielding Draco behind him.

"But what's the fun in that? I want Draco back, and you stole him from me."

"You don't deserve Draco."

"And you do?"

"More than you."

"I'm hurt," Smith said, although he looked anything but. His grin was predatory as he glanced past Harry, trying to see Draco.

"Don't come near him," Harry threatened. "I'll kill you."

"With what wand?" Smith growled. "Expelliarmus!"

Two wands launched into the air, landing on the ground behind Smith.

"Zach, I don't want you anymore," Draco said, moving to stand next to Harry. "I want him."

"I'll make you want me," Smith responded, his smile almost insane. He took two steps forward, only to be blocked by Harry moving in front of Draco.

"No you won't," Harry responded coldly.

Smith's response came in the form of a Stupefy.

Harry was momentarily stunned, before he came to, realizing he was on the floor and Draco was screaming.

"You bastard, you absolute fucker-!" he was yelling, trying to fight Smith to get to Harry. "Don't fucking touch him!"

Smith only laughed, pointing his wand at Harry.

"But darling, I'm eliminating the problem," he said coolly.

"NO!" Draco yelled, fighting desperately.

"Avada-"

Draco screamed, a shattering sound that pierced Harry's heart. A wave of energy washed over him, and Smith flew into a wall, crumpling to the ground.

Harry stood carefully. "Draco?" he murmured.

Draco raised his eyebrows at Smith's limp form. "Think I killed him?"

"Nah." Harry joined his boyfriend, warping an arm around his waist. "I didn't know you could do wandless magic."

"Me neither," Draco murmured. He approached Smith, checking his pulse and pulling his wand away from him.

"Where are you putting his wand?" Harry asked, getting a sense of deja vu.

Draco grinned.

"The lake."