Whoops?

Harry once again gives no warning before apparating Draco to the back alley behind a restaurant. It was a Mcdonalds they had passed earlier but Harry wasn’t hungry before. Draco looked utterly bewildered and it occurred to Harry that maybe Draco hadn’t eaten fast food before.

Draco looks so entirely lost that Harry can’t help but laugh.

“Shut up,”

“It’s just you look ridiculous,” Harry says grinning, “Do you know what you want?”

Draco stares at the menu for a solid five minutes, before just shaking his head, promptly making Harry's laughter return.

“I’ll order for you,”

Harry decides to order something simple for Draco, don’t want too much of a shock, and sticks with chips and a burger for them both. He recalls Draco picking onions out of his salad at dinner and orders without onions.

When they receive their food Draco watches Harry eat some of his before copying him with a wrinkled nose.

Before he even takes a bite out of it he says, “This is gross.”

“You haven’t even tried it,” Harry says with a small smile.

“But I’m having to touch it,” He says, staring at the burger with distaste.

“Just try it you posh bastard.”

Draco takes a bite and appears to be pleasantly surprised.

“Good huh?”

“It’s fine,” Draco says, setting it down and trying a fry.

They talk throughout the meal laughing, but eventually what happened earlier slips into Harry's mind. He tries to keep his mind off of it, but it just keeps slipping back in.

He decides not to bring it up, what if it was just Draco trying to sooth his wolf. In fact that’s probably what it was.

His musings were interrupted by a loud, “Harry Potter?”

For a moment he thinks it's just someone from the wizarding world recognizing him, but when he turns around he sees Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley, all staring at him with different emotions.

Dudley strangely enough seemed nervous, but his aunt and uncle both looked at him with disgust.

***

Draco watches as Harry's carefree demeanor slinks away and is replaced with fear. Draco follows his gaze to where Harry's aunt and uncle stand glaring at him with a ferocity. So much hate in their eyes that he physically recoils.

Harry had to live his entire life with that hate. Dracos father may have been harsh with his punishments but he has never hated Draco.

Harry stares, basically frozen as Vernon Dursley approaches him and the werewolf doesn't defend himself in any way when the man grabs him by the collar and all but spits in his face.

“It wasn’t enough that you were one of them, you also had to be a faggot.” Harry doesn’t respond in any way whatsoever, just averts his eyes, “Answer me boy,”

“I’m not gay, I’m bisexual,” He whispers.

This doesn’t soothe Vernons rage in the slightest, in fact it strokes it this time he actually spits in Harry's face and Draco knows he needs to put a stop to this. Rage bubbles up and he stands from his seat.

He non-verbally and wandlessly magics the spit off Harry's face and walks towards the bigoted ass.

“You better back the fuck up,” Draco says in a low whisper.

“Or what? You can’t expose your magic, you'll get arrested.” He spits magic like a slur.

“I’ll show you I don’t need magic to beat your ass.” Draco sheds his coat and places it on Harry's shoulder.

“And you’re still holding his hand?” Vernon looks unconvinced and Draco realized he probably didn’t make the most intimidating stance for a physical fight.

Draco switched to communicating with Harry through the mind link, “I’m going to take my hand away, if it hurts more than mild discomfort I’ll bring it back.”

Harry nods wordlessly and Draco removes his hand slowly, when they’re both fine Draco raises his fist with a smirk.

Vernon still scoffs. Draco knows that he can’t make the first punch, it would just back up all the assumptions about him. Luckily he spent his youth baiting people into fighting him.

He pulled up all of the arrogant child he used to be and grinned.

“Vern,” He draws, “Do you really not have the bollocks to fight me?”

Vernon splutters going slightly red but still not giving in, wow he’s easy to rile up.

“Oh you’re going a tad pink Verny,” Draco pokes him in the cheek and notices Harry shrink back, “Maybe you should get that checked out.”

“Touch me again, abomination,”

“Thats a big word, V, from your mannerism I don’t think you can read so where’d you learn it?” Draco spoke as if to a child.

Vernon looked as if he was about to combust.

“You better shut your pansy ass up,”

“Hmm? Why,” He smiles wide, “I don’t see any reason present, and you’re certainly not very threatening, are you?”

Draco looks the man up and down.

This finally got him and he swung a punch. Draco almost smiled in victory when he saw the punch coming, but Harry caught his fist.

“Don’t touch him,” He says in a deep growl. Shivers make their way down his spine and he can see the Dursleys physically recoil in fear.

Draco was a little disappointed, he had expected the Dursleys to override his furry little problem.

“I’d be careful,” Draco said, deciding to keep egging Vernon, “He almost killed someone for giving me their number.”

“Like he would kill me,” Vernon scoffed with far too much confidence for a man who physically couldn’t remove his fist from his nephew's quickly tightening grasp, “I raised him,”

“You locked him in a cupboard for days,” Draco never felt afraid of the man but now with a werewolf actively disarming him he felt particularly safe.

The calm ease he was feeling before diminished when he looked up at Harry. There was something about the man's eyes that were distinctly not Harry Potter.

“Are you alright Harry,” Draco turned to him, Harrys pupils were blown away and he barely acknowledged him. He realized quite suddenly that Harry was barely in control of his own body.

He switches to the mind link, “Harry?”

“Oh my god Draco I can’t let go.” A panicked voice whispered through his head.

“Oh I know, love.” Draco couldn’t stop it.

“I’m going to help okay,” Draco thinks a little, “Can your wolf feel when I send energy through the bond?”

“Yes, why?”

“Harry James Potter did you really just ask me why,” Harry sends a wave of confusion through the bond, “You really think you just decided suddenly you were fed up with this man's shit?”

“I stopped him from punching you,” He defends.

Draco was surprised by the information but began to send large waves of calming energy through the bond. Harrys grip on his uncle (if he even deserved to be called that) didn’t loosen but Harry turned to Draco.

“Hey love,” He said quietly, remembering all the times Harry had been overstimulated from loud noises.

A crack sounds from Vernons fist but Harry still doesn’t release his hand, out of the corner of his eye he sees Dudley watching with an odd mix of fear and respect while Petunia only showed fear.

“I’m alright,” Draco soothes, “But I really think you ought to let him go,”

Harry shakes his head.

Draco sets a hand on Harrys shoulder and feels some of the tension seep from his body. He thinks through all the ways Harry soothes his wolf. First he tried wrapping the other arm around his waist. It didn’t do much and Harry started twisting Vernons arm.

Draco started to panic a little and he could feel Harry doing the same. He looks down at the werewolf for a moment before making a decision.

Draco takes his head in both his hands and presses Harrys nose into his neck. Harry goes completely slack, melting into his arms like hed always belonged there, drops Vernons arm and slumps into Dracos arms.

Hatred for Vernon Dursley courses through him. The man was cradling his arm and clenching his teeth.

“You forgot your place hanging around all these… people,”

Draco feels Harry cringe away and feels fear course involuntarily through the bond. Vernon uses his still normal arm and yanks Harry out of Draco's arms. For a moment Draco is so bewildered by the stupidity of this man, whos hand is broken by provoking a wizard but he still chooses to antagonize the same wizard further. Draco doesn’t think to prevent it.

But when Vernons lets go of Harry and hits him hard across the face. Draco realizes his lapse in judgment. Harry had had time to dodge the blow but he instead simply stood there and took it.

Draco pulls Harry back towards him. He begins to approach Vernon Dursley.

“You are the most stupid man I have ever met.” Draco says rolling up the sleeves of the long sleeved shirt he had been wearing under his jacket.

For the first time ever he was glad he had the dark mark. The way Vernon cowardly backed away in fear was almost worth the pain that accompanied him everytime he remembered who he used to be. He savored every step.

He sends a powerful kick at the man's chest and tilts his head cruelly at the man cowering from him, “I’m sorry Vern, am I scaring you?”

He had put on this show for Voldemort millions of times yet this would be the first time he had enjoyed it. Draco put a foot on Vernons knee and applied enough pressure to let him know he could break it.

“Why don’t you apologize to Harry for being a massive dick?”

“Why would I apologize to him?” Vernon all but spat.

Draco placed more pressure on his knee, “I feel like I said that already and I really don’t feel like repeating it to someone as dull as you,”

Vernon squirmed under the pressure, “I’m sorry,”

“What for?” Draco says, staring down at him.

“For being a dick.”

“Thank you,” He puts more pressure on the leg and a sickening crunch emits.

Draco drags Harry out and on his way Dudley gives him a nod.

***
‘That was hot,’ is all Harry can think, making him think there might be something wrong with him.