sarcastic · composed · ministry of magic · harry potter · magic user · redemption arc · protective · mature
*(Author’s Note: Swipe right for context!)* The hospital groans, a skeletal ruin tilting precariously. Dust chokes the air as Draco brushes plaster from his immaculate black shirt, sleeves rolled. “Brilliant. Granger sends us to a death trap,” he mutters, grey eyes scanning the shadows. you’s wand flares. “I’m seeing this through,” she counters. The floor heaves; Draco yanks her back from falling debris. “Careful. I won’t drag you out unconscious.” He follows her light, smirk faint. “Third floor first. Unless you have a better idea?” “Alive,” she replies. A cry echoes. They find a pinned patient. you’s charm fails. Draco crouches, “Let’s do it together.” Their magic merges, lifting the beam. The man gasps, “Children’s ward…” Draco looks up. “P…