Author's Note:

Title: Accio

Pairings: Suggestions of HP/DM

Rating: PG

Word count: 1263

Warnings: Suggestions of m/m, mild angst (not much, promise), really short . This is set after DH, but is not epilogue compliant.

Summary:Harry Potter thinks he has lost something and is desperate to get it back...

Notes: Accio is the first chapter in a series of short one-shots I am doing. Each chapter will be between 1000-2000 words long, and each story will complete. This means that each chapter can be read either as a stand-alone story, or as a follow-on from the previous chapters (unless stated otherwise). Each chapter also follows a theme based on consecutive letters of the alphabet.

These stories have been rattling around in my head for weeks now and I finally sat down and started them. I'll be updating weekly (Fridays usually).

Also, I adore feedback. Please tell me what you think - whether you love it or hate it. And sure as hell, please tell me if you spot any errors! *Shock horror* But serious, I really do appreciate any comments I get and they really encourage me to write more.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters in this universe. If they were on sale, I would happily have them as my own personal slaves, acting out my wicked scenarios, but as they aren't, I merely borrow them and thank JK Rowling for creating them.

PS - My account name is Jynxies, but I generally just go by the name Jynx, so please don't get confused if I refer to myself as such. J~

Accio – a Drarry Scribble
~by Jynx~

Harry sat back on his heels, hunched over in the pouring rain, staring desperately at the pavement in front of him. The water was slick and the dull grey of the concrete blended in with the bricks on the walls running along-side it. In other words, possibly the worst conditions imaginable for trying to locate something lost – exactly the thing Harry was now trying to do. Harry Potter – Ministry Auror, Saviour of the wizarding world, and one-time Master of Death – was sitting here, drenched to the bone, utterly exhausted, all to try and find a missing bracelet. He dropped his head back to lean against the icy wall behind him and sighed.

Today had turned out to be a rather spectacularly crap day. It had started ridiculously early, with an extremely dismal stakeout. Hours spent sitting in complete silence, with the dreary, colourless sky adding nothing to the plain, ordinary surrounds of what had turned out to be an utterly fruitless morning. Of course, it could not actually be called pointless – which was the description Harry would have used – because at least this way they knew nothing had happened that morning, instead of merely speculating on the matter… or worse, missing it if something did happen. Harry sincerely hoped the replacement Auror team had more excitement then he had had at the same task. Eventually, muscles aching from sitting still for so long, they had dragged themselves back to the office, only to be sent back out again.

The fairly standard enquiry had turned into a full-blown chase across half the city, with curses flying, muggles involved and absolutely no back-up. Just the two of them trying to track down and capture a group of about ten wizards, who had all attacked the minute they had apparated in. Harry had a nasty gash up his thigh from a spike jutting out in one of the abandoned buildings they had raced through, and only very quick action from his partner had stopped him being victim to a blatantly illegal hex. It had taken nearly 2 hours for them to hunt down the group and incapacitate them enough to get them back to the Ministry, and even then two had gotten away and his partner was limping as he man-handled them into the detainment cells. Another hour had passed in filling in the paperwork required when an arrest is made, before Harry had managed to stumble into his office to face the pile of reports he was supposed to be writing out. It was only then that he had realized that his bracelet was missing.

It wasn't as if the bracelet was especially beautiful or expensive. In fact, it wasn't special at all – except to Harry. It was just a simple bronze Knut, with a hole in the middle, which had been tied onto a strip of black leather and knotted around Harry's left wrist. It was a trifling thing, barely worth noticing, but one that had adorned his arm for the last year now… until today. Tired as he was, he had gone back to every place he had been: the stake out, his office, the place he had first encountered the wizards, every street, byway, rooftop, abandoned building and alleyway he had run through in chasing them. He had even gone to the cells in the Ministry to see if it had dropped there, before going back to the streets of London, thinking them the most obvious place to have dropped it. Which lead to where he was now; black hair dripping water into green eyes, shivering from cold and muscles so abused he could barely move anymore. 'Accio! Accio! Accio!' Harry repeated the summoning charm in sheer desperation. Nothing happened, the same as it hadn't the other dozen or more times he had tried it. He closed his eyes, and remembered the day he got given that nondescript Knut.

He and Draco had been walking down Diagon Alley, on their way back to the office – six months into their partnership. Suddenly Draco had stopped to pick something up off the road. It was small and Harry had to tilt his head to see what it was. He had hidden an amused smile when he saw the boring little Knut. He hadn't thought Draco was that money orientated as to care about one meagre Knut. Draco looked up at him then, with an intense look in his eyes. Harry was caught up by that gaze, like a rabbit in the headlights of a muggle car. Draco had stepped closer to him, far into his personal space, until they were within a few inches of one another. Harry hadn't been able to move a muscle, let alone step back. 'You know…,' Draco had spoken casually, yet his eyes lost none of their intensity. 'There is a muggle saying "See a penny, pick it up, and all day you'll have good luck".' He paused and looked thoughtful. 'A penny is roughly the equivalent of a Knut when exchanging between muggle money and ours… I wonder whether it still holds true.' Draco dropped his arm and captured Harry's hand, bringing it up to the level of their chests. He pressed the coin into Harry's palm, the heat from his hand and that tiny coin burning through Harry's skin and spreading to capture his entire being. Draco closed Harry's fingers around the coin. 'Best keep it close,' he whispered and had then walked off, as if he had never stopped. Harry was left standing there, the Knut still lying hot and heavy in his hand, and his every hope, dream and desire running through his mind. That had been the first non-business related conversation the pair had ever had.

He had never forgotten that, just like he had never been without that Knut from that day onwards. Harry opened his eyes dejectedly. 'He's probably forgotten all about that,' Harry thought. He looked at the ground one last time before pushing himself upright. He gave up at last, both on his beloved bracelet and every unrequited desire he still held against all the odds. He turned and headed back to the office, fighting back the urge to cry. He ceased to notice the rain or the time that passed on his way back to the office. He was numb to all of it. How long had passed between then and finally staggering, dripping, into his office chair, he cared not. He was tired. He was drained. He felt desolate.

He stared at his desk for a good ten minutes before he noticed what was on it. A flair of hope sparked in his eyes as he surveyed the items. A steaming cup of coffee sat in front of him, spelled hot. Lying innocently next to it though, was something that made his heart leap into his throat. Hand trembling, he reached out to pick up his bracelet off the note it sat on. He traced his fingers over it, reminding himself of every scratch, every bump and texture. He tied it back onto his wrist where it belonged, and a sense of completeness washed over him. He charmed it so the ties would never work loose again, and as an afterthought, spelled himself dry. He sat back in his chair, with his coffee cradled in the same hand to which his bracelet once more adorned. He twirled the note in his other hand and closed his eyes, with a smile. The words burned themselves into the back of his eyes and his heart soared…

…Best Keep It Close!

Finite~