microfic may day 1: key
drarry, 229 words. tw for drugs.
“It’s a what?”
“It’s called a key Coco, calm down.”
“How am I supposed to calm down? You bring me to a muggle club, procure a bag of god knows what, the floor is sticky-”
Draco is interrupted mid-rant. Harry is smiling at him fondly and his eyes are flickering with the oscillating disco lights. There’s a hand on his shoulder and the world narrows to a single point.
“All you have to do is breathe it in. I’ll go first.”
It’s strange for Draco to see him like this. His hair is wild and his shirt is unbuttoned more than it should be. Harry puts his house key into the small plastic bag and Draco watches every practiced tap of his fingers as he sifts the white powder into the tip of the biggest crevice of the key.
Harry grins and it’s all teeth, split slicked, reflective like a mirrorball. And then he lifts it up.
A short, sharp pull of air. A sniffle.
“Your turn.”
And Draco feels the hesitation on him, the twitch in his upper left cheek that Harry obviously knows to look for, and clearly, has found.
“I promised. I’ll look after you.” He’s earnest. Sincere in a way that makes Draco gag a little, but what can he do other than take a deep inhale and trust every word that he’s been given?
