Drarry Drabbles

Prompts (from a writing challenge): In the storm, Broken wings
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Harry had no idea what the noises were coming from his garden. He knew there was a storm raging, but this sounded like some sort of animal. Letting his hero complex take control, he went to see what it was.

He lived in a remote cottage on the coast of Scotland, up in the Highlands. The cottage was spacious and modern enough, but it was also fizzing with magic and character. Harry was mainly worried for the safety of his garden that he worked tirelessly over.

His garden was his pride and joy, he spent hours in it every day- and as a result had grown into a farmhands strong build. There were all sorts of herbs and rare species of flowers in his garden which he often traded with the witches in the local village.

When he made it to the back door the wind had calmed down, but the rain was still pounding. He squinted around to see what had landed in his garden, and was shocked to see a pair of large wings shielding what appeared to be a man. He thought at first maybe it was a creature from Charlie’s farm, but as he got closer he realised, the wings were attached to the man.

The wings in question were magnificent. They were white, smooth like silk and glittering in the rainfall. He scooped the man up into his arms and the wings traipsed over Harry’s arm.

He sent sparks into the fire and rushed the angel to his sofa. Harry didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t well send an owl down to Ron and Hermione, it would never survive in this weather. The man started to groan in his sleep and Harry rushed to his knees at the side of his head. “Are you alright? Can you understand me?” He was full of nerves but the man didn’t scare him, not one bit. The man blinked, and Harry was taken aback by his shining grey eyes.

When the eyes settled on him however, the man startled back. “Hades!” He shouted before falling off of the back of the sofa. Harry rushed round to the other side and pulled the angel back up into his lap. “I’m sorry for frightening you, my name’s Harry, what, what is yours?” The mans blonde hair had fallen in front of his eyes, and Harry felt the urge to move it out of the way so he could see the grey diamonds again.

“Drakon”. He whispered. They stared at eachother for a moment before Drakon seemed to realise he was still in Harry’s lap and hurried to stand up. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be here. I’m not meant to come to earth but, I couldn’t help it. The storm can be very convincing”. Harry furrowed his brow.

“So, you are an angel, then?” He stood up too, but made no love towards the blonde.

“Yes. I was looking for, someone. He got banished from the heavens and, well the storm pulled me down here.” Harry’s heart was pounding.

“Your wing, is it alright?” Was all he could think to say. The left wing was dropping and it was obviously painful to move. “It’s broken, probably. They’ll know I was gone”. He sniffed and turned away from Harry.

“Well, you can’t fly with a broken wing, especially not in the storm. So you might as well stay with me until it blows over.” He extended his hand to the angel. For a moment, he didn’t think the other man would take it, but then he felt the cool, slim fingers wrap around his own.

“Take me, Hades”. Harry pulled Drakon into him. “My name is Harry” he whispered.

“Only in this life”. Harry’s magic was pushing him towards the angel and then, they were kissing. And it was like he was in the clouds, he could feel every fibre of his body screaming out in ecstasy. He lifted the angel up into his arms, minding not to touch the hurt wing. He lead them upstairs, all while never taking his lips off of Drakon’s.

They practically fell onto the bed and only stopped when Draco hissed in pain as his wing was pinned beneath them. “Sorry, sorry, I got carried away”. Harry went to pull away from the other man but the angel shook his head. “No, don’t go.” He turned his body around until he was sat on top of Harry, who’s body reacted very positively.

Drakon smirked. “Eager as always, Hades.” Harry didn’t question the wrong name- he’d heard it somewhere before, but he couldn’t think where- and just focused on the fact that he was kissing an angel. An angel who was pulling him out of his shorts and also unwrapping his own gown, to reveal more beautiful milky white skin. He kissed the angel again as their bodies connected, Drakon releasing a moan that set Harry’s ears ablaze it was so sensual.

He felt like he was high when they finished, he pulled the angel onto his chest and wrapped his arms around him before pulling the covers up over their waists. He was drifting off into sleep when he heard Drakon mumble something.

“Se agapó”.

• •

The next morning when Harry woke the bed was still warm, but substantially emptied. He sat upright and looked around for his angel, spotting him by the mirror, fixing his gown. “Where are you going?” He asked calmly. Drakon turned around and smiled at him. “I have to go back, my love. We’ll be reunited when you’re finished with this life.” Harry frowned. “How can you go? Isn’t your wing still broken?” He was rambling, trying in vain to say anything to get the angel to stay. “Your magic healed it for me, my love”. Harry raised his eyebrow. “My magic? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Draco chuckled.

He meant forward and kissed Harry hungrily, who tried desperately to pull him in, but the angel refused.

“Ótan eímaste kai páli mazí”. And with that, he was gone, vanished into thin airC, leaving a rather dazed Harry in his wake.

• •

It had been nearly two years since his angel had left, and last night they had another storm. Harry could’ve sworn he’d felt his lips on his own again. He was making his way down to the village to see what damage had been done and how he could help his friends.

“Ah, Harry! Did the storm get you badly?” His red haired friend greeted him. “No, thankfully it wasn’t too bad, you?” His friend shook his head.

“The stable is in shambles, but nothing we can’t fix”. Harry nodded in relief. “Ah look, if it isn’t my favourite girl!” Harry chortled as Hermione made his way over to them. “Yes, well we had a new arrival this morning, Harry. I think you should go and say hello.” Harry was skeptical about the twinkle in her eyes. “Where, in the stable?” She shook her head. “No, in the water gardens”.

Harry stopped still when he entered the gardens. There, standing by the fountain was a blonde, with sparkling grey eyes. He was the spitting image of Drakon, only without the wings. He’d obviously made a noise when he’d entered, the wound man turned around and looked at him with a startled glance. Harry willed himself to move forward.

“Hello, I’m Draco.” Said the man, with a shy smile. Harry grinned. “Hello, Draco, I’m Harry”. He held his hand out for the other to shake, and they shared a smile.

“It’s good to see you again, my angel”.