for@drarrymicrofic prompt ‘dystopia.’ with thanks to the wonderful @moonstruckwytch for the beta. cw: minor injury, implied violence
“Malfoy.” Thick mud streaks Harry’s cloak where Draco dragged him behind a tree, curses flying fast. A complete ambush. Someone must be passing information again. They barely made it to the safe house this time.
“Malfoy, don’t ignore me. If I say run, you run.”
Soon Hannah will come to take their reports, check for any major injuries. Draco sits and rolls his right shoulder, and it’s a blurry ache, nothing constant. He’s tweaked it again. He closes his eyes. Now that Harry’s going to be fine, the sight of him is too much to bear.
“They only let me stay with you because you can’t talk me into leaving you behind,” Draco murmurs. The sofa settles with Harry’s added weight.
“You used to tell me I was no more important than anyone else.” Harry’s voice is like the crack of a whip. He gets like this sometimes, when it’s gone badly.
“I was wrong,” Draco says simply.
“Sometimes I hate you,” Harry replies.
This has the same meaning as ’I can’t be your boyfriend’ and ’what the fuck have you done to your shoulder’ and ’tell me later. Look at me, there will be a later.’
Draco sighs. A door to the right slams before he finishes his usual reply: “You have to be alive to hate me, so mission accomplished.”
