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Draco loved the chase.
It was one of his favorite things about being an auror, dashing after criminals, Harry racing along beside him. He loved the chase and the duels, heart pumping, and adrenaline racing through his veins.
Chasing down Calvin this afternoon was no exception.
He was just a few paces ahead of Harry as he rounded the corner after Calvin. He drew up short, surprised to find that Calvin hadn’t kept running, but was instead standing just around the corner with a silver blade, that he probably used to make positions, poised to be plunged into someone’s body.
To say he was shocked to be stabbed (when they had wands and magic available to them) would be an understatement.
But Calvin had in fact stabbed him and there was a flash of vindictive glee in his eyes before Harry was around the corner and casting a quick incarcerous.
“You stabbed me,” Draco said, uncomprehendingly as he staggered backwards and started to fall.
Harry caught him and lowered him to the ground. “Oh Godric,” Harry gasped and Draco looked up at him to see that his face was completely drawn with panic, he could see his pulse thundering in the vein in his neck.
He started to reach for the knife, intent on pulling it out and casting a quick episkey to heal it but Harry batted his hand away.
“No! Don’t touch it!"
“But-” Draco started.
Harry shook his head frantically, “No buts. The knife is stopping the blood flow,” he said as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and transfigured it before pressing it against Draco’s wound.
“Ow, Potter,” he hissed. “Fuck. Just let me-”
“No!” he said, shaking his head again. “No. I’m not letting you die.” He shot off a patronus to ask for help and hit Calvin with a stunner, which brought Draco a bit of joy.
“Let me take the knife out-” he tried again.
“No,” Harry replied, holding him tighter and it was nice, Draco thought, worth being stabbed to be held in Harry’s arms. If it wasn’t for the pain he might have been able to pretend that Harry cared for him the way Draco cared for Harry. “Stay with me, alright?”
“Yes, but-”
“You can’t die, Draco,” Harry whispered, his eyes filling with tears. “I need you,” he added. “And I’m in love with you and I won’t have you dying until I’ve had a chance to tell you.”
“You’re in love with me?” he squeaked.
Harry nodded, “Yes. Now save your strength, it’s going to be okay.”
“Harry,” he said, “Pull the knife out and-”
“No!”
“Listen to me,” he said, reaching up to cup Harry’s cheek in his palm and direct Harry’s eyes to his. “Listen to me,” he repeated. “Pull the knife out and cast an episkey. This isn’t a life threatening wound if you don’t let me bleed out.”
Harry blinked, like he'd forgotten for a moment that healing spells existed. “Episkey,” he said, “Right. Of course.” He reached down and pulled the knife out, Draco hissed. “Sorry,” the other man murmured with a wince before casting a quick episkey.
He let out a little relieved sigh as the pain subsided. “Thank you,” he said.
Harry just nodded, refusing to meet his eye.
“Hey,” he murmured. “Look at me.”
“I just panicked,” Harry said.
Draco couldn’t help his smile, “It’s adorable that when you panic, you tell me that you love me and can’t live without me.”
“Forget it,” Harry said, starting to pull away.
Turning a bit in Harry’s arms so that he had better leverage and said, “I don’t want to forget it,” before pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s lips.
“Really?” Harry breathed.
“Yeah,” Draco replied before catching his lips again, fingers sliding into Harry’s curls as he angled their heads.
A groan interrupted their rather perfect kiss and Draco looked up to see Ron standing there. “Seriously? Harry sent an SOS.”
“He forgot that we’re wizards and can heal minor stab wounds.”
“I panicked!” Harry said, his arms still wrapped around Draco. “I panicked and my brain restored factory settings.”
Draco blinked at him, “I’ve no idea what that means.” But he couldn’t be arsed to care as his eyes from wandered to Harry’s lips once more.
“Well, before you two go back to whatever it was you were doing,” Ron said, “I’m just going to take Calvin back to the DMLE and you two should go to St. Mungo’s and make sure that you’re alright.” They watched as Ron cast a quick leviosa, to lift Calvin off the ground. “And you should probably just take the day after that,” he added. “Just to be safe. I’ll let Robards know.”
“You’re a good friend, Ron Weasley,” Harry called after him.
“I know,” Ron replied before apparating away.
Draco stood and pulled Harry up off the ground with him. “So, St. Mungos,” he said, “And then what should we do?”
The corner of Harry’s mouth tilted up, “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”