Drarry Oneshots 2

Easy As Flying

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Summary: Harry got Draco pregnant and now he needs to do the right thing. It really wasn't that complicated. Loving Draco was as easy as flying.

Author: digthewriter (on ao3)

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Harry checked the Marauder's Map and saw that almost everyone was sitting outside the castle. Except there was a dot roaming around near the Slytherin Dungeons. The dungeons probably weren't affected by the blasts from the attacks of the Death Eaters. The dot, Draco Malfoy, was hiding there.

His parents had called him in front of Voldemort, and Harry was sure he'd seen them walk away. Then why was Malfoy in the dungeons? What was he doing there?

"I'll be right back," Harry said turning to Ron and Hermione. "Take care of them," he added, gesturing towards the crowd, "I should be back—"

"Where are you going?" Hermione asked, and Harry saw Ginny running towards them.

"I don't— I just have to do something," Harry said and quickly walked away from his friends. He waved at Ginny who stopped in her tracks and looked at Harry, confused.

This probably wasn't the right time anyway for him to tell her that he didn't want to get back together. He needed to see what Malfoy was doing.

He walked through the corridors hurriedly, noticing the holes in the walls and the roof that looked like it was going to give at any moment. Then he ran. He checked the map again and the dot had settled. Surely in his dorm room, Harry was certain.

Harry entered the Slytherin Common Room; it was almost entirely intact and deserted.

When Harry looked at the map, he was very close to the dot; only a door separated him from Malfoy. What was Malfoy doing in his room?

Harry swung the door open and saw Malfoy sitting on a bed, his knees to his chest, and his arms wrapped around them. He startled at the sight of Harry but didn't move otherwise.

"I thought— I thought you left," Harry said. What else could he say?

"I told my parents to leave me. I didn't want to be a coward anymore," Malfoy responded, then returned his gaze to his feet. "Maybe the castle will collapse and destroy me with it."

"Is that what you really want?"

"Why do you care what I want, Potter?"

"You saved my life," Harry said simply. "Your mum saved my life, too."

Malfoy looked up at him again, bemusedly.

"She told Voldemort I was dead, and I wasn't. She bought me time for my—" Harry chuckled. "My plan— which I didn't have. Sort of just winged it, really."

Malfoy looked at him with near disbelief. He shook his head before speaking. "Only you, Potter. Only you."

"She wanted to know if you were safe. She saved me, when I told her you were...alive."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow but didn't answer. Harry walked into the room and closed the door behind him. Not sure why, it wasn't like anyone was going to come looking for them. Most people probably didn't even know that the Slytherin dungeons were still intact.

"You saved me, and your mother saved me," Harry repeated. "I need to make sure that you don't collapse under the castle." He sat on the bed across from Malfoy. "It's the least I can do for her."

"That's rich given you almost killed me this time last year."

"That was a—" Harry paused, and lowered his voice. He'd almost screamed at Malfoy, and Malfoy looked caught off guard. "That was a mistake, and I cannot tell you how much I regret it. I wish— I wish I knew the plan. I wish I knew what Voldemort wanted from you; what Dumbledore wanted from Snape. There's just been so much death..."