#this is the dynamic im here for
Drarry microfic: Good
Draco makes it past the Intruder Charm. Skips the step that triggers a Blasting Curse and slips through the double wards at the top stairs. Answers three security questions through the closed door.
“I wasn’t expecting you until next week,” Harry says, tugging Draco inside by his belt loops.
“Granger asked me to come.” Draco tilts his head towards the table laid out with an assortment of potions and magical devices—illegal, every one. “She had a hunch you might be planning one of your little disruptions when the American Minister for Magic arrives tomorrow.”
Harry makes an irritated hum against Draco’s neck. “Maybe I am. Why did she send you?”
“Because, Potter,” Draco murmurs, already at work on his shirt buttons, “she knows I’m the only one you’ll listen to when you need to be good.”
Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, “good.”
