Drarry: Stake Claim
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“Of all the stupid thing you’ve ever done-”
“-for Merlin’s sake, Draco,” sighed Harry, for what it felt like a millionth times. He rubbed his temple gently as he closed his eyes. “At least no one died.”
Harry promptly mentally grimaced as soon as he said those words, as he can literally feel the death glare that was given to him by the furious white-blond haired man that was currently sitting next to him.
“You’re lucky you didn’t end up dead, Potter!” hissed Draco. Harry can definitely hear him rolling his eyes. “Honestly, what are you going to say to your fiancée?”
Harry merely sighed softly because he just knew what Draco would say next. He peeked an eye open and stifled a smile when Draco did just what he had predicted; he shifted on his spot, changing the demeanour of his body to what Harry knew that the other man was trying to copy him, even to the way he was speaking.
“Oh Ginny, I am so sorry but apparently I can’t marry you because I was accidentally married to Malfoy. No! This has nothing to do with Malfoy, it was because I was too stupid to touch a forbidden wedding ring! Is that it?!”
Harry couldn’t help it. He laughed.
“This is a serious matter, Potter!”
He couldn’t avoid the attack when Draco slapped his shoulder, and laughter quickly turned into a groan. “That’s hurtful!”
“Be serious!”
“But I’m Harry!”
A growl. “I swear to Salazar, one more joke about your Godfather and I will-”
“You can’t divorce me, husband.” grinned Harry, “We’re married for life now.”
“Please don’t say that,” sighed Draco, looking too defeated all of a sudden. “Don’t you worry about what will happen if we couldn’t find a way to fix this mess? You don’t want to be bound to me forever, Harry. What would Ginerva feel about this?”
Harry observed the way the other man’s eyes locked to the cursed ring that was firmly coiled around his wedding finger. The gold band that was decorated with ruby stones, looked forbidden yet beautiful around those pale fingers. Unconsciously, his thumb reached out to feel the band that somehow felt heavy around his finger. He didn’t need to look at his finger to know that the ring around his finger matched perfectly with Draco’s.
“Do you regret it?” asked Harry, softly.
“Regret it?” Draco turned to him and scowled. “I just ruined your life, and you asked me if I regret it?”
“You didn’t ruin my life, Draco. I did this remember? You’ve warned me not to get close but I didn’t listen. You’ve warned me not to pick up the ring but I did the exact opposite.”
Draco’s face scrunched in a very unattractive way, bringing his eyes forward just to stare at nothing at particular before he sighed, “I just- I don’t know what to do. I- I always know what I’m going to do but this… it was a very old magic, Harry. Old Pureblood’s traditions to ensure that no separation is going to happen once being tied to one another.”
Harry shrugged, “Well, at least it was me that you’re being tied to, right? I mean, imagine if you’re accidentally married to Robart- for example, you’ll die!”
“Don’t be an imbecile, Harry.” said Draco, but Harry could see the upcoming smile forming around his pinkish lips. “I’d rather died than being married to Robart.”
“Then I am your best choice,” announced Harry, grinning up to Draco in what way he’d hoped will convince the other man. Alas, the furrows between Draco’s brows haven’t lessened.
“You’re engaged, Harry.” said Draco.
“Honestly,” scoffed Harry, getting tired all of a sudden by the worthless conversation. “Even if it was an accidental one, why do you think the curse didn’t reject our marriage? You said I’m engaged. If I truly were, the curse would have rejected it because my feelings were already bound to someone else! You said it yourself, months ago, these types of marriage bonds only worked for people who had feelings for each other!”
The way Draco turned to him so fast was almost alarmingly concerning, but he had paid no attention to that. He’d just hoped that the other man would get the words that he had spoken get into his thick head.
“You’re- what?!”
“I’ve never been engaged to anyone, Draco.” huffed Harry. “That was just media bait and you believed it yourself instead of asking me yourself. That was your own fault.”
He took a side glance to Draco, who had his jaw hung open, staring at Harry in disbelief. After a few moments, Draco seemingly snapped out of himself, and shook his head despite the obvious pinky dust crawling from his face down to his neck. Looked like he managed to interpret Harry’s words.
“But still!” said Draco, albeit too loudly and Harry just had to pursed his lips together in a slight annoyance as he knew the man wanted to have the last words. “This is marriage, Potter!”
“As you said for the hundredth time,” agreed Harry, “But will it change the fact that we’ll stay married forever?”
Draco opened his mouth, before he closed it back with a slumped shoulder. “No.”
“Good,” approved Harry, watching his husband now with amusement as the man tiredly rubbed his eyes, clearly looking worn out with the whole situation. “Come on, newly bonded couples need close contact to satisfy the bond.”
“How do you even know about that?”
“Just because I looked stupid, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” he raised a brow.
“Didn’t say you were stupid.”
Harry rolled his eyes, but beckoned the man closer. “Come on, you’re bond touch deprived.”
Draco scrunched his nose, but slowly moved closer to Harry awkwardly, face dusted with bright pink. Harry grabbed his hands, and guided them to his waist as he circled his arms around Draco’s shoulder, gently palming his head and made them rest against his chest.
“What are we doing?”
“Hugging.”
Draco hummed, making himself comfortable and gave a quiet pleased sigh, “This feels nice.”
Harry chuckled, one hand caressing the soft strands of hairs while the other rubbing his husband’s back gently. He could feel the bond’s magic thrumming around them.
The bond was satisfied.
Harry carefully rested his head against Draco’s, allowing a triumphant smirk decorating his face when he knew the white-blond haired couldn’t see his expression.
Draco doesn’t need to know that the rings were actually just ordinary rings. Draco also doesn’t need to know that there was no Old Pureblood tradition involved.
It was all Harry.
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Quite dark, isn’t it? Lol
