Whoops?

Draco keeps shooting concerned looks in Harry's direction. After they had left the store an anxious Dudley had followed them out and Harry thought for a moment it wasn’t over, and his wolf could sense his anxiety and pulled Draco into him.

“Um, I’m sorry,” Dudley avoided Harrys eyes.

Harry physically recoiled in shock.

“He seems like he’s good for you,” Now Dudley did meet their eyes and smiled.

“Oh we’re not together,” Draco says, rubbing Harry's back comfortingly.

Dudley looked entirely unconvinced, “I’m not like them anymore, I don’t care.”

“We’re not.” Harry confirms, but his wolf, or maybe it wasn’t his wolf, forced him to sound choked on it.

“We’re cursed,” Draco tries to explain.

Dudley still doesn’t look convinced but he drops it.

He leaves and Harry spends the entire walk back to the alley taking comfort from his scent on Draco. Every now and then they walk past a wolf who presses themselves as far away from the two as possible.

Once they finally aparate back to hogsmeade Hermione begins to give out to them.

“Yeah just disappear off, with a prior deatheater and the saviour of the wizarding world.” She begins, “Because no one would want to attack either of you-”

Ron nudges his girlfriend and nods in the direction of the bruising handprint on Harrys face.

Her tone immediately softens, “What happened,”

Harry's gaze shifts

Draco slipped into his mind, “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know what to do.”

***

Draco was struck by the raw honesty in his voice. After all those years under an enemies roof how could Harry, whos so genuinely good, be so honest with Draco. It makes him want to sob. He feels like he’s been handed the most beautiful thing in the universe with no caution signs when it comes to breaking it.

“I think you should tell them.” Draco trys to say it as gently as possible.

Their silent conversation was interrupted by Weasley, loud as always, “What did you do to him Malfoy,”

“I didn’t do anythi-”

“Fat chance,” Weasley exclaims loudly.

“Oh Merlin, shut up we ran into the Dursleys,” Harry spat out, and then looking surprised by his own blunt outburst, covered his mouth.

“What?” Hermione asks gently.

It was obvious to Draco that Harry might’ve spoken about it with them before, but he never exposed how bad it was. Draco thinks that his friends would’ve saved him. That if only he had had the courage to say something, anything, these Gryfindors would’ve kidnapped him and took him far away.

Weasley has the decency to look guilty for a moment before realizing all of what that sentence implied.

“No, they wouldn’t.”

Harry averted his eyes and Draco got to witness one of the few moments Gryfindors had tact.

Instead of them pressing him to explain they quietly healed the darkening bruise and slowly pulled him into a hug. Draco began to pull away, feeling like he was intruding, but Harry pulled him back.

When the rest of their friends emerged from the sweets shop behind them they were blissfully ignorant to all of the revelations that had gone on moments prior, chatting happily, dragging their partners in tow with big smiles.

Harry suddenly puts on a happy mask. Draco had always thought his emotions were so easy to read across his face, ‘Happy go lucky Harry Potter, golden retriever personified’. But as he looks at Harry the only thing giving away what had only happened moments ago, was the other Gryfindors and the tight posture he was holding himself at.

Draco followed along for his sake, nudging the other Gryfindors into a poor attempt at their own facades.

“I walked my arse off tonight,” Draco layered on as much of the posh, ‘I’ve never lifted a pinky’ onto his voice as he could and dragged Harry away with him towards their room.

***

When the two get back to their room they realize for the first time they can be separate. Draco immediately wanted to test this with a shower.

WIthin moments they realized they still had to be in the same room. Meaning Harry sat butt ass naked on the toilet seat reading a book while he waited for Draco to finish showering. Well he tried to read.

But the entire time he sat there, alarm bells went off in his head. ‘Wheres Draco’, ‘Is Draco okay’, ‘Where is my fucking mate’ and worse of all, the screeching. He could feel his wolf throwing an actual tantrum inside of him.

He could feel his claws were extended, his teeth were elongated and when he took to pacing the room, his eyes were darker.

He let out a frustrated growl, which of course made Draco stick his soapy head out.

“Are you okay out there?”

Harry, who was currently having the most physical battle with his wolf he had ever had could barely get an answer out and what did come out was a barely cohesive growl of a mix between the words yes and no.

Draco frowned but Harry offered an extremely tense thumbs up so he finished showering.

When Draco finally did emerge, Harry couldn't help himself, he pulled Draco in close with no warning and inhaled. He barely had enough self control to keep from scenting him. After a moment he pulled away.

“Are you okay, did you fall, did you get soap in your eyes?” Harry knows the questions are unnecessary but he can’t help but continue asking.

He tries to take comfort in his lingering scent, but all he can smell is the shampoo and his wolf starts to panic.

“Harry,” Draco says quietly, putting his hands on both sides of his cheeks, “I’m fine.”

“Well how was I supposed to know when I couldn’t see you,” Harry snaps, but immediately regrets it, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay, love.”

There it is again. Harry feels so conflicted at the endearment. Everytime it slips out of Dracos mouth Harrys giddy but he knows that Dracos just trying to calm down his wolf.

He sighs trying to calm both himself and his wolf down by pressing Draco flush into his body. After a few moments where his wolf had barely slowed the rapid fire thoughts and questions, each one being clear as day.

‘Why does he smell something else, he shouldn't smell like something else, he should smell like us, scent him, scent him, scent him, scent him’ and the stupid animal doesn’t stop chanting.

“Shut up,” Harry says out loud.

Draco raises an eyebrow at him.

“Not you, my wolf is fucking loud.”

Dracos eyebrow drops, “How is he being loud,”

“He’s chanting,”

“Chanting,” Draco looks pointedly at Harry, “Harry whens the next full moon?”

“I don’t know, tomorrow,” Harry says distractedly, staring at Dracos neck.

How easy would it be to shut him up if he just-

“Tomorrow?” Draco asked.

“Last I checked yeah,”

If he could just-

Draco pulls Harrys face down to his neck.

Harry inhaled deeply, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. His wolf is almost silent and he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Tomorrow?”

Harry pulls away and blinks, “I should be fine I’m taking wolfsbane,”

“You’re the most confident werewolf I’ve ever met in the safety of wolfsbane,” Draco says, shaking his head.

“Well that happens when you brew it yourself,”

“And they let you,” Draco asks, absolutely baffled.

It makes sense, after all the ministry has strict rules on the dosage and brewing process of wolfsbane.

“But I’m Harry Potter,” Harry flashes a daily prophet smile.

Draco actually face palms.

Harry enjoys the comfort from his and Dracos mixed scents when he realizes what he just did. He takes a step back and stares at Draco.

“Did that just set in Potter?”