rp: attacked
with unbridled_angst
Draco frowned as he looked at the screen of his phone; twelve messages from Stefan from that morning alone. He knew Harry would flip his shit if he knew about it, so he just deleted them from the screen and set the phone back down. He was sipping the last of the potion and after this, in theory, he should be done with the treatment. Although part of him knew that was idealistic, at best. At least he didn't have to go back to work. He wondered if he should try and face Stefan, but in truth, he didn't want to. There was a knock at the door and Draco frowned and headed for it. Peeping out of the peephole, he blinked. It wasn't Stefan at all, but the mystery man. He started to back away from the door when he felt a magical surge and the door was open, Draco shrieked as he pulled his wand and fended off the first few hexes as the man tried to stun him.
Harry didn't know anything about the messages on Draco's phone. He was too busy trying to hide owls from Tonks and the Ministry. He didn't want to get rid of them just yet. They could say something that he may need refreshing on later. He was just coming out of the bathroom when he heard Draco screaming and then random shouts of hexes. He yanked his wand out of the pocket of his jeans as he ran into the kitchen. And, sure enough, there was the stalker he'd just been owling the Ministry about. Again. He shouted for Draco to get down and then, after fending off spells and hexes, managed to throw him back against the hallway wall. He slammed the door and threw up an impervious charm quickly. Panting, he looked at Draco and raised his brows. "How
Draco frowned as he looked at the screen of his phone; twelve messages from Stefan from that morning alone. He knew Harry would flip his shit if he knew about it, so he just deleted them from the screen and set the phone back down. He was sipping the last of the potion and after this, in theory, he should be done with the treatment. Although part of him knew that was idealistic, at best. At least he didn't have to go back to work. He wondered if he should try and face Stefan, but in truth, he didn't want to. There was a knock at the door and Draco frowned and headed for it. Peeping out of the peephole, he blinked. It wasn't Stefan at all, but the mystery man. He started to back away from the door when he felt a magical surge and the door was open, Draco shrieked as he pulled his wand and fended off the first few hexes as the man tried to stun him.
Harry didn't know anything about the messages on Draco's phone. He was too busy trying to hide owls from Tonks and the Ministry. He didn't want to get rid of them just yet. They could say something that he may need refreshing on later. He was just coming out of the bathroom when he heard Draco screaming and then random shouts of hexes. He yanked his wand out of the pocket of his jeans as he ran into the kitchen. And, sure enough, there was the stalker he'd just been owling the Ministry about. Again. He shouted for Draco to get down and then, after fending off spells and hexes, managed to throw him back against the hallway wall. He slammed the door and threw up an impervious charm quickly. Panting, he looked at Draco and raised his brows. "How