#especially harry

I hate that you actually might be right 'coz even after a year from those interviews and they were still making their friends and family want to off themselves around them 😒

This took longer to write than I thought it would. But it’s here!! A little late but still here!!

Word count: 741

Drarry microfic: his world was on fire

The world was silent around him.

Finally, after more than a year of people screaming all around him, there was silence.

It was peaceful, actually. Only the soft sound of the breeze filling his still slightly ringing ears.

Draco was sitting on a large piece of debris, his legs pulled to his chest and his head resting on his bent knees. He watched the sun set behind the hills of Scotland. The orange hues made the sky look like it was on fire.

They would come for him soon. He couldn’t escape what was about to happen. He was marked, after all. And, unlike his father and his mother, he hadn’t opted to flee.

He had opted to stay. To stay and fight. Or as much as he could fight without having a wand.

His mother’s wand had been useless to him, barely letting him produce a simple Lumos. So he had given it back to her before she left.

Which had left him utterly defenceless. But he had tried, hadn’t he? Though he was sure no one had noticed, he had tried.

“Malfoy?”

The painfully familiar voice broke the serene silence.

Draco flinched. Hard. He didn’t want to see or hear Potter now. He didn’t want to listen to the prat gloat about killing him.

He wanted peace. He wanted silence. Not… whatever this was.

“Can I sit here?”

Potter was standing next to the piece of debris Draco was sitting on. There was plenty of room for two people to sit. If only Draco would scooch a few inches.

Draco didn’t move. He didn’t even glance in Potter’s direction. Maybe if he acted as if he hadn’t noticed him, Potter would leave.

But of course he had no such luck. “Alright then,” Potter continued, taking a seat on one of the other pieces of stones scattered on the ground.

Closing his eyes, Draco breathed in deeply. Silence once again rang around him. It was wonderful.

Until…

“Shouldn’t you be gone by now?”

Draco tensed. Of course… of course, Potter doesn’t know when to shut his mouth. Apparently nobody from Gryffindor ever told him to shut up and leave them alone. Why would they? He’s their Golden Boy, isn’t he?

“Most Death Eaters have already fled by now,” Potter carried on. “Or they have been… you know, arrested. So, why are you still here?”

“What does it matter to you?” Draco answered. He glanced at Potter, finding the boy looking back at him with a frown between his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating with all your friends, anyways?”

Potter shrugged, averting his gaze. “I don’t feel much like celebrating.”

“Of course not”, Draco huffed, “the Saviour is too good to celebrate his own victory.”

“Excuse me?” Potter straightened, his green eyes ablaze with something dangerous.

“You heard me, Potter.” Draco ran a tired hand through his blond locks, causing them to stand up in different directions. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m trying to enjoy some peace and quiet before they find me.”

“I can’t believe this!” Potter was standing now, leaning dangerously close to Draco. “After everything! After having to live in the same house as a maniac for almost more than a year! After me saving you! After you saving me!”

Draco shuddered. He could practically feel the rage radiating off Potter.

“I can’t believe you’re still as big of a bigoted git as you were before this… this war started!”

Potter was breathing heavily, his jaw clenched tightly. He was still staring at Draco.

Why did he say that? Why couldn’t he have just shut his stupid mouth. If Draco hadn’t said anything he might still be enjoying the sweet silence he yearned for so long.

“Mr Malfoy.”

The unfamiliar voice interrupted Draco’s thoughts. His head snapped into the direction the voice came from, only to find two wizards clad in scarlet robes, their wands held loosely in their hands.

They had come to get him.

One of the wizards stepped forward. “Mr Malfoy, you are under-”

But Draco wasn’t listening. His ears were ringing again. The silence vanished, like it had never even existed.

Everything was slowly turning upside down. The ground was slipping from beneath his feet. His world was on fire and the only person who could probably save him, was looking at him with conflicting emotions flashing through his eyes as the Aurors each grabbed one of Draco’s arms and took him away.

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Prompt from June 4th 2021

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