Hurt/comforting prompts thing: Number one, drarry. Draco contacts Harry, he’s at some sort of pure blood event and suddenly can’t stand pretending anymore (maybe even pretending he’s not gay or smth, or people talking shit about muggle borns or… Idk, maybe you’d come up with smth better) I love your blog 💕

thank you love !

and wow i’ve never written drarry before, and i’ve read only one fic with them two so sorry if it sucks but here ya gooooo

Harry was sitted on his velvet couch, reading a Quibbler article about some new magical creature discovered in Antartica. He was home alone, and could enjoy the quietness of tea and reading for the first time in weeks. Between his Auror training, his therapy for his PTSD after the wizarding war and his love life, he had few occasions to relax.

As he started to consider taking a warm bath, his phone started to ring. Reachig for it, he saw the name on his screen and frowned. It was Draco. And Draco, good little pureblood as he was, almost never used his phone, claiming owls were far better. Usually, he only called when he needed help. And he was supposed to be at a family dinner with his parents. This was deinitely worrying.

“Draco ? What’s -” He was about to ask what was happening but he heard loud sobs on the other side of the line. He felt his heart heavying in his chest. Draco Malfoy didn’t cry in public. Even if he was definitely more open about his feelings since he had started to date Harry, he still didn’t like to show tears.

“H-Harry ? Fuck, did I use it the p-proper way, can you he-hear me ?”

“Yes”, Harry quickly answered, “I’m here, now tell me what happened.” He knew Draco didn’t like to be pressured like that, but he had to if the matter was that important.

“I… I left the dinner. I think I’m near a restaurant in the muggle village near to our house but… I c-can’t really describe more…”

“Sh, it’s okay. What happened, love ?” Harry tried to sound as comforting and reassuring he could, pushing his own fears and concerns in the back of his mind.

“T-They started to t-t-talk about… m-muggleborns and they said… they said stuffs ab-bout mixed blood couple l-like us and I…” Draco interrumpted with another, louder sob, before to continue “And then I excused myself to the loo and I left the house. F-Fuck. They are going to k-kill me.”

“Like I would let them. Sh, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll make up some excuse.”

“No ! I’m tired of excuses !” Draco shouted. “I just… I need to… Fuck, I don’t even know… Can you please come and get me ?”

“Of course”, Harry answered, all thoughts of baths and relaxation long gone. It was obvious Draco was too upset to do any magic, let alone Apparate. “I’ll Appear in a second and then I just need to find you, okay ? You can stay alone for a few minutes ?”

“Yeah, I… Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, love.”