Safe and Sound | Drarry Oneshot

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Just a bit of Drarry thing. Hope you enjoy!

*this is probably shitty, it was written in the middle of the night, and there was no editing done whatsoever. have fun!*

Fifth Year, Potions

"So, Malfoy. What petty insult do you have in store for me today?" I asked, turning around in my seat to sneer at the blonde Slytherin who so angered me every day.

"I happen to have the perfect one today, Potter," Malfoy smirked back, his smug face resting on the palm of his hand, his elbow leaning on the table in front of him. 

"Oh? Do tell, Malfoy, do tell," I cocked an eyebrow.

"You have absolutely gorgeous eyes," Malfoy said with an entirely straight face. 

I was stunned speechless. He said that with a poker face?! Who is this? He's shitting me, I swear it.

"Ah, I've rendered the great Golden Boy speechless. What an accomplishment!" Malfoy's smug smirk pissed me off. 

"O-Oh yeah!?!" I replied, "Well you know what, Malfoy? You have pretty eyes too! Absolutely fucking beautiful! How the fuck are they even silver like that!? How in the bloody hell do you have fantastic fucking silver eyes!??!" 

I turned back around, smirking at the shocked expression I saw on Malfoy's face when I said that. A faint blush spread across my cheeks when I realised that I actually meant it. His eyes are beautiful, they are like pools of mercury on his face. Wait, what?! I thought. I can't believe these thoughts are coming from my head, about Draco fucking Malfoy!!! 

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The bastard! Damnit, I can't come up with a solid flirt back! I mean insult! Yeah, that's what they are. That's what they have been, for the past year and a half, even over the summer when we sent letters to each other! 

"Well, Draco, I bet that your hair is even softer and silkier than it looks. Damn, I just want to comb my fingers through it!" I responded. My reward was a flushed face.

I walked off, grinning like a goofball, my entire face red as a strawberry. Ever since that one comment last year, Draco and I have used compliments as insults. I don't really understand it myself, but even though we make them sound like insults, I really do mean them. I am hopelessly head over heels for Draco Lucius Malfoy. Nobody knows, of course, except for my one Slytherin friend, Gray. They really aren't all bad, y'know. I can tell Gray anything. Well, I dunno if this counts as friendship or not, but I go see him in his office to talk to him every so often. He's a Seventh Year, but he also has like a psychiatrist office that he made out of an old, empty classroom. He's a good listener, I like him. 

Anyways, back to the point. Draco. Damn, that gorgeous blonde, I love him. That ass, though, and his silver eyes, and the way they stand out against the Slytherin green of his robes. 

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"I love you, Draco, I fucking love you! Can't you see that?!" I cried, cursed tears started to fall. I turned on my heel and ran, not knowing where I was going, but ended up in the seventh-floor corridor, and in the Room of Requirement. I collapsed on the floor, heaving sobs wracking my whole body. 

"G-God damnit, Draco..." I muttered between sobs, "I f-fucking love you...."

"I love you too..." I heard a voice whisper behind me. 

I sat up immediately, recognising the voice instantly, "D-Draco? What the hell are you doing here?!"

"I love you too..." He repeated softly.

"Don't!" I yelled. 

"Don't what?" He whispered, not looking at me. Oh, how dearly I wished for his mercury silver eyes to meet my emerald ones. 

"Don't mess with me like that! You don't fucking love me, you never have!" I cried, curling up in the fetal position on the floor, the tears returning. 

I felt a gentle touch on my back, rubbing it, soothing me. 

"Shhhh..." Draco whispered, "I'm here. I'll always be here. Always, for you." 

I looked up, the tears in my eyes making them sparkle more than usual. "You aren't joking?"

He shook his head, "Not at all. I would never joke about something as serious as my love for you. I've loved you very much ever since Fifth year. I meant that when I said it. And I've meant every single compliment. Not one was meant to be an insult." 

This only made me sob harder, but this time I was sobbing into his shoulder, soaking his robes. He held me, rubbing my back, calming me. 

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"Draco?" I asked.

"Yes, love?" He responded, not looking up from the essay he was writing.

"Hey, baby, will you look at me? With your gorgeous mercury eyes?" I smiled softly, kissing his lips to get him to look up. 

He smiled back, "What is it, Harry?"

"I-I want to come out. To everyone." I stated.

"Alright, I'm fine with that." Draco nodded, "And if anyone gives you a hard time, I'll be there to protect you."

My smile widened, "And I as well. Thank you, Draco. I love you."

Draco pecked my lips, "I love you too, Harry."

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"NO!!!! Harry, please no, no, no! Speak to me, my love, please speak to me," Draco shook me hard, tears pouring down his pale face. 

"You bastards!!!!" He yelled, pulling his wand out to hex the boys from his house that hurt me. The last thing I saw before blacking out was Draco yelling 'Sectumsempra!' 

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Two years. That's how long it took him to wake up. I stayed by his bedside every minute of every day for the first three weeks. My friends had to force-feed me. I started going back to classes, but I couldn't focus. The professors noticed this, and let me go be with him, just as long as I got the assignments done. At the end of our seventh year, Harry was moved to St. Mungo's, since he could no longer be held at the Hogwarts Hospital wing because he was not a student. I visited him every day for two years. I bought an apartment. I got a job. 

Never once did I miss a day. Never once for two whole years, but the one day when I didn't go, I was sick at home, he wakes up. A letter flew through my window, the St. Mungo's seal enclosing it. I eagerly tore open the letter. It read: 

Mr. Malfoy,

Your beloved, Mr. H. Potter, has woken up from his two-year-long coma. If you wish to come see him, he is open only to family and loved ones. Please come at your leisure, as this is not very urgent. He is being seen by medical experts as you read this.

-The St. Mungo's Long-Term Ward Healers

I threw off the covers of my bed and rushed to put on some clothes. 'Not urgent' my ass, my boyfriend has finally woken up!! I Apparated to the building that housed the wizarding hospital immediately. My feet walked the familiar path to Harry's room. 

When I walked in, he turned to look at me, and an enormous grin broke through his face. Tears blurred my vision, but I knew exactly where his bed was. I crashed into him, my arms squeezing the frail boy tightly, tears of happiness and relief pouring down my face and getting his hospital robes wet. 

He petted the back of my head and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Shhh, Shhh, it's okay, my love. I'm here now. I'm awake."

I looked up at him, smiling through my tears. "I've missed you dearly. So much time has passed."

He looked at me and asked, "How long?"

"Two years." I shook my head, smiling, "But the wait was well worth it, you are here now."

He kissed my forehead. "I'm sure it was, I'm sorry, love." 

I shook my head again, and kissed his dry lips, "I don't care how long it has been, my love for you has never wavered, I love you and you alone." 

"I love you too, Draco. So very much." 

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Three Years Later. 

Aged: 22

"Harry James Potter, you have made my life the happiest it ever has been these past seven years. The two years you were asleep, my love for you never once faltered. Will you make me even happier and become mine forever by marrying me?" I asked, kneeling down and holding open the box which held a simple silver ring with a single, small emerald embedded in it. 

Harry brought his hands to his face in a gasp, "Yes, Draco, yes! It would make me the happiest man alive to become yours! Yes, a thousand times, yes!"

I stood up and kissed the raven-haired man who I so dearly loved, with all of my heart. He and I had been together for seven years, and it all started with one simple sentence. 

"You have absolutely gorgeous eyes."

Lol ok i know this was really unexpected, but to be fair, this was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and I wrote this in like 45 minutes in the middle of the night with this: ( &t=34s ) video playing on loop. I hope you like, and if you want me to make it into a full story, let me know in the comments! Vote and comment if you liked! Thanks, byeeeeee!!

-Gray Strider