For @drarrymicrofic - Prompt: Spell - 1115 words
Anything over 1k should not be considered a microfic. This is ridiculous. I know! But I got carried away. Sorry!
âLegilimens,â Harry whispers for what must be the tenth time today.
Draco stiffens, jaw clenched. Thereâs a hard stone the size of England sitting in the pit of his stomach, a stone heâd very much like to extract and fling right at Robardsâs stupid head.
It would be entirely deserved and not the least bit excessive, Draco thinks.
After all, thatâs all the prick deserves for deciding on a whim that all Auror partners should learn the art of bloody Legilimency, with daily training sessions on top of that.
Robards dropped the horrific news at the weekly department meeting three weeks ago: âBeing able to  maintain a mental connection with your partner on the field can be extremely valuable. You need to learn to link your minds. Itâs a skill every auror is expected to master. It could literally save your life.â
Draco thinks heâd rather died, if he had the choice. That would be a far better option than letting Potter wander free in his mind, with full access to ... well, everything.
If Draco were normal about Potter, he reckons heâd be fine with the whole Legilimency thingânot thrilled, but okay ... fine.
If he had a normal crush, he could probably gather all his inconvenient feelings and shove them into some dark corner of his mind, lock them behind a door, or burry them in a bloody drawer or somethingâsurely there was a place like that where you could dump all the things youâd rather die than have discovered, such as your extremely powerful and unrequited crush on your Auror partner for example. Â
But here is the thing:Â Draco Malfoy is not normal about Harry Potter, nor are his feelings, and if Potter were to step foot in Dracoâs mind, heâd be hit by the enormity of it. No drawers would ever be big enough. Potter would be horrified, and Draco would die of mortification.
âTry to relax this time,â Harry says stupidly.
âIâm relaxed,â Draco replies, fingers tightening around the armrest of his chair.
Harry shoots him an unconvinced look, then voice softer, âOkay ... Iâm going in.â
Draco braces himself then feels Harry pushing softly at the edge of his thoughts. Itâs warm and lovely and Draco hates it. He stiffens and does what he needs to do to protect his heart.
âMalfoy!â Harry sighs, irritated.
âWhat?â Draco says innocently, pretending he has no clue what Harry is about to say.
âYour walls! Theyâre up again. Put them down.â
âThey are! I canât get through your mind and make the connection if your walls are up.â
Draco feels Harry pushing harder, trying to force his way in. Draco resists, pushes back, but the bloody wanker is powerful, Draco knows he only has so much time before his walls inevitably start to crumble. He can already feel the cracks.
âJesus, Malfoy, youâve built a bloody fortress in there. What the hell?â
Draco rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. âHave you considered you canât manage to get through because youâre pants at Legilimency and not because of my non-existent walls?â
Harry gives him a pointed look. He shifts his grip on his wand, then says, eyes looking away, âIt worked with Justin.â
Dracoâs stomach lurches. âYou practiced with Justin?â
Harry has at least the decency to look slightly guilty. âWell, I had to know if I was the problem." He rubs the back of his neck. âJustin suggested it when I told him we were struggling.â
Of course he did. That sneaky little fucker. Of course that rate-face, slimy piece of shit was going to jump at the opportunity to prove heâ be a better partner than Draco. Of fucking course. Draco canât stand him. He fucking canât stan--
âYouâre mad,â Harry says, surprised.
âYouâre mad. I can feel it,â Harry says.
Dracoâs blood suddenly runs cold because if Harry can feel it, that only means one thing: heâs managed to get through, though Draco has no clue how, his walls, though shaky, definitely still hold.
Unless ⌠Fuck! The bloody cracks. His anger must have slipped through them.    Â
âActually, thatâs not quite it.â Harry frowns in concentration while Draco desperately tries to locate the cracks so he can seal them before the whole thing collapses and all hell breaks loose. âYou...â Harryâs eyes widened. âYouâre jealous.â
Draco coughs, splutters, he almost chokes.
âJealous? Of rate-face Justin?â He squeaks. âWhy the fuck would I be jealous?â
Harryâs lip twitches, one smug eyebrow raised as if to say, You tell me.
âI donât give a ratâs arse who you practice with, Potter. If you want to waste your time poking around Justinâs stupid head, be my guest. Though, I donât know what you could possibly find in there, itâs probably just a big fucking empty hole, the guyâs got exactly one braincell,â he taunts.
Harry huffs a laugh, shaking his head. âRight.â
âActually, come to think of it, you should ask Robards for a change of partner. Youâd make a cracking team.â Draco aims for biting but his voice comes out thin, and vulnerable.
Harry hums. His eyes soften, and Draco, horrified, feels the cracks getting deeper and deeper.
âAnd why would I do that?â Harry says, shooting him one of his infuriating lopsided smile, the one Draco canât resist, the one that sends his heart bloody racing. Â
Dracoâs walls tremble. They fucking shake.
Then, softer. âWhy would I? When I have you.â
With a deafening sound, the cracks split open.
Draco freezes, heartbeat hammering in his ears, he tries to stop the disaster, but itâs too late. Hopeless. The wall shatters into a million pieces, and suddenly, everything is flooded. Â
Draco holds his breath, mortified. He stares at the floor, hands shaking. Thatâs it. His life is over. He will have to resign, go into exile somewhere far way... like Siberia.
âDraco,â Harry whispers as he picks Dracoâs wand off the desk beside them and holds it out to him. âCast the spell on me.â
âWhat?â Draco croaks.
âLegilimens. Cast it on me.â
Draco looks up, heart pounding. He has no idea what Harryâs on about, but complies anyway. He grabs his wand, points it at Harryâs head, then whispers, voice trembling. âLegilimens.â
In an instant, heâs in Harryâs mind. Thereâs no walls. Everything is warm and lovely and inviting and ...
Harry bites his lip, smiling shily at Draco from under his fringe.
âYou,â Draco stutters. âYou...â
âYes,â Harry says, his smile huge as he rises, catches Draco by the shirt, and kisses him.
Draco closes his eyes, kisses him back.
âYes,â Harry repeats, this time directly into his mind as he deepens the kiss. âMe too.â