Just a teensy little drabble about Harry and Draco… dedicating this to my friend Ashes, she was the first one to read this, and she reads Drarry a lot. I wrote this a while back, and attempted to upload it, but my computer was being PMSy, so I just remembered about it now. So, here it is, hope you all enjoy!
Do You Trust Me?
"Do you trust me?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes at his potions partner, who looked very uncertain. Draco mustered a sneer at him, but slowly nodded, eyes darting between his partner and the cauldron in front of them.
"I swear, Potter, if we fail this assignment, I'll kill you." He muttered as Harry dropped the Tentacula Leaf into the simmering potion beneath them.
***
"Do you trust me or not?" Harry snapped at his co-captain, pointing down at the map of the quidditch pitch in his hands. "This play will work, trust me."
"If we lose this match," Draco said insistently, "we're out of running for the cup." Harry looked him square in the eye and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Draco, I know what I'm doing." He said stubbornly, while Draco rolled his eyes, but softened slightly. "Now, I'll ask again: Do you trust me?" His co-captain looked at him and back at the map, before cutrly nodding.
"If we lose this match, Potter, you won't know what hit you." And Harry grinned, pointing back at the map and explaining his idea.
***
"Do you trust me?" Harry cried-rather climactically, his brain commented- over the gust of wind swirling around his ears, hand reaching out to the other Auror who was dangling off the cliff. Draco Malfoy shook his head as a spell from a receding Death Eater whizzed past his left ear.
"Go on, save yourself!" Harry shook his head and grasped Draco's arm, looking down at his Partner below.
"Cut the Dramatics, Draco, and take my hand. Do you, or do you not, trust me?" And Draco grasped Harry's hand, as the raven haired Auror pulled him up and out of harm's way, saving his life, once again.
***
"Do you trust me?" Harry asked breathlessly, hovering above the blonde man below him, whispering his name like an incantation. Draco shivers a bit, hands gripping Harry's upper arms, whispering nonsense words staring up at the green eyed man with adoration in his eyes. Finally, a word that actually makes sense leaves his lips, dripping with adoration and something purely romantic and true.
"Yes. I do trust you."
Alright… incredibly corny and fluffy, but I have to publish this or my head might implode. :P Hope you liked it!