Do you think you could do a superhero Drarry? Maybe Hogwarts is the city?
So… this was interesting but I have no idea if this is what you were hoping for!
“I just don’t get it!” Draco snarled, throwing the Daily Prophet into the fireplace. Despite the roaring fire, the title was still legible as it slowly burned away. ‘The Chosen One saves Hogwarts, Again.’
“Why does anyone care if the bloody Chosen One saves old ladies from muggers? Who cares if he stops robbers from stealing? What does stopping crime even matter?”
Pansy arched her brow as she hung upside down on the couch, shaking her head at both Draco and the blood rushing to her head.
“The public loves him.” She pointed out, knowing that this conversation would drag on no matter what she said.
“Which annoys me to no end!” Draco threw up his hands in the air. “His outfit is hideous; his hair is a fucking mess and his sidekick is a moron.”
The statement was true. Pansy had to give him that.
“Why am I never in the papers? I work hard. Daily. They treat me like a villain and I hate it.”
Pansy had to cough to hide the snort that was threatening to come out. “Draco dear, you are a villain. You literally fight against the Chosen One.”
“So?” Draco turned to Pansy with his hands on his waist. “I believe that deserves some recognition. You think it’s easy to be bad and look this good, at the same time?” He ignored the heavy sigh Pansy released.
“Why are the headlines never about The Better One? It can’t be, ‘The Better One strikes again!’ No, it’s always, ‘The Chosen One saves Hogwarts’.”
Pansy rolled her eyes as she righted herself. “No one calls you that.” She pointed out with a smirk when he glared. “You will always be known as the Slytherin.”
“I like The Better One, better.”
“I know you do.” She didn’t even bother hiding her patronizing tone. “But no one ever listens to what the villains want.”
“Prejudice at its finest.”
———————————————————–“Slow night tonight.” Harry spoke aloud, waiting for some kind of signal or cry of help.
“Good, maybe that means I will actually get some sleep tonight.” Ron grumbled, folding his hands behind his head. “Hopefully the Slytherin stays home.” There was a pause as he tilted his head. “Or gets caught by the police. Either would make my night.”
“Oh, I’m so hurt Weaselbee.” The drawling tone had both Harry and Ron straightening up but for two completely different reasons. “And here I thought I was your favorite person.”
“Don’t mistake me with Harry.” Ron retorted, relaxing back against the wall.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked pulling Draco towards him. “Shouldn’t you be out destroying the city?”
“I’m not sure I like the lack of conviction in your tone. It’s as if you don’t believe I can actually destroy the city.”
They both ignored the loud snort Ron released.
Harry couldn’t stop the fond smile from forming. Draco as his counterpart was honestly adorable. The blonde wasn’t as evil as he tried to be.
“I believe in you.” Harry promised. “If you think you can destroy Hogwarts, then I believe you.”
Draco sniffed dramatically and turned his head to the side, snubbing the both of them. “That’s what I thought.” He sighed heavily before turning back to his lover. “I only stopped by to tell you that I will be home late tonight.”
Ron groaned a little angrily. “That means that we will be late too, because we will have to clean up after whatever disaster you come up with tonight!”
“Nothing is as disastrous as your costume.” Draco retorted, ignoring Weasley in favor of kissing Harry’s cheek.
“How many times do I have to tell you that it isn’t a costume?” Demanded Ron.
“It’s a bloody onesie.” Draco shuddered at the thought. “You look utterly ridiculous.” Which was the truth. The onesie was all red but not in a way that complimented the man’s hair.
“And you don’t?” Ron wondered incredulously. “You are wearing tights!”
Draco shrugged as he looked down at his own outfit. Green tight-fitting shirt tucked into his belt of many gadgets that wrapped snugly around his waist. His cape and tights were black with silver crests of snakes littered strategically.
“They make my arse look good.”
“He’s right.” Harry pointed out, running his hands down Draco’s back to cup said nice arse.
“Mm.” Draco purred. “I think you are trying to seduce me into behaving.”
“Is it working?” Ron asked, sitting up. “Because I could really use a night off.”
Draco chuckled before taking a step back. “Seduce me when we get home, Chosen One.” The order was firm as he turned around and hopped on the ledge of the building.
“Weasley, trip and catch on fire. Make my night.”
They watched Draco give Harry a flirty wave and a kiss with his palm before jumping off the building.
“I hate him.” Ron mumbled under his breath.
Harry held out his hand for Ron and pulled him to his feet. “I love him.”
“God knows why.” Ron shook his head. “I still can’t fathom why you would marry him. He’s a villain.”
Before Harry could respond, Ron came to a standstill with a look of horror on his face. “He said fire, right? That means—”
A giant explosion in the distance had Ron groaning loudly. “Great. Just great. We are going to be here all night. I swear if he blew up the bakery, I will kill him. That one is my favorite.”
Harry shook his head as he made his way towards the ledge. He had a husband to catch.
To those who have left me prompts, I will get to them. Eventually. <3