The prompt for this one was ‘wolves’ from @drarrymicrofic (I absolutely adore this prompt)
Omg I hadn’t even noticed I had written this much until I was done and looked at the word count! I’m glad I found the time to write this. This is an idea that’s been on my mind for a while so I hope you like it :))
Word count: 1308
Drarry microfic: You’re safe here
The ground was wet beneath his paws. Small drops of rain clung to his grey fur. He was panting loudly, his tongue hanging limply out his mouth.
He had been running for ages, if the pain in his legs was anything to go by. Though he couldn’t stop. Not until he was sure he was safe. Not until they would stop following him, tracking him.
It had been his only choice. He hadn’t been safe, even if his parents tried to keep him away from him. They could only do so much.
After all, no one could ignore an order of their Alpha. Not without consequences.
So Draco had run. He had left in the middle of the night, transforming as soon as he crossed the edges of their territory. It had only been around half an hour later that he heard the howls of other wolves in the distance.
They were following him.
He didn’t know how close they were. But they were following him, he was sure.
A loud snap of twigs made him stop in his tracks. Despite his instincts screaming at him to keep moving, he stopped and looked around.
It was dark, the leaves of the trees preventing any bit of light from the night sky to come through. Yet there, only a few feet away, something was standing between the trees, something that was advancing on him.
His ears pressed flat against his head, Draco took a few steps backwards. Until low growling sounded from behind him.
Had they found him? Had they caught up? Hadn’t he run fast enough?
Another wolf appeared from between the shadows of the forest, its fur as black as the night and its eyes as green as emeralds.
The wolf stopped a few feet away from Draco. Its gaze roamed over him, scrutinising him.
It felt like forever before the wolf turned away, signaling to something behind it to come forward. Soon, Draco was surrounded by a circle of other wolves.
But they weren’t from his pack. These wolves weren’t familiar.
As Draco looked around the circle, his ears pressed against his skull and his tail between his legs, the black wolf transformed. Instead, a young man with messy dark hair and piercing green eyes stood in its place.
Draco knew, from the second the man laid eyes on him, he was the Alpha. He shivered at the thought of another Alpha.
“At what,” the young man said, his voice low and hoarse, “do we owe the pleasure of you crossing our boundaries, young wolf?”
Draco didn’t answer. The only thing that escaped his treacherous mouth was a low whine as he lowered his head to the ground.
Never look an Alpha directly in the eye.
The young Alpha took a step forward, causing Draco’s body to tense, every muscle ready to flee if necessary.
He knelt down so he was eye level with Draco. “You can look at me”, the Alpha said, his voice now soft and careful, “we don’t want to hurt you. We would only like to know what brought you, a lone wolf, to our territory.”
Glancing at the Alpha, Draco whined again. He shouldn’t trust these wolves. He couldn’t trust anyone.
You can only trust your pack.
They weren’t his pack. And even they hadn’t been very trustworthy. On the contrary. Draco had never actually felt safe within his own pack.
Howls sounded in the distance. Draco yelped, taking a few involuntary steps closer to the Alpha.
When Draco glanced back to the Alpha, he noticed the thoughtful expression on the man’s face.
“You are running from someone.” It wasn’t a question. So Draco did the only thing he could do and huffed an affirmative noise.
The Alpha nodded, his green eyes pondering before he turned to the rest of his pack. “Go to the borders and make sure no other wolf sets one paw or foot on our territory.”
As soon as the order left his mouth, a group of wolves ran away, leaving only a handful of other wolves.
One of them, a very bushy-looking wolf with caramel brown eyes, approached them warily.
“Yes, I know, Hermione. But I can’t just send him away.”
The wolf made a sound in the back of its throat.
“I don’t know why”, the Alpha continued, “something about him just… feels right.”
A huff sounded from another wolf. One with ginger fur and bright blue eyes. He eyed Draco with distrust visible in his gaze, though he didn’t approach.
The Alpha sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Alright,” he said, “all of you go back to the huts and prepare a room for our guest.”
Though the bushy wolf seemed reluctant, it turned away and followed the rest, leaving Draco and the Alpha alone.
Draco was well aware of their proximity. It would only take the Alpha to reach out to touch Draco and something in him welcomed that thought with open arms.
How nice it would be to be loved by an Alpha.
“I don’t know your name”, the Alpha spoke, “my name’s Harry.”
Draco hesitated. Did he trust this man enough to give him his name? Could he really trust him enough to transform to his human form? What if he knew Draco’s pack was looking for him and he would just hand him over to them?
Apparently it had taken too long for Draco to react, for the Alpha’s shoulders sagged and disappointment flashed through his green eyes.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought… I just thought it would make things easier. I would love to get to know you.”
Draco looked at the man, his head tilted a little to the side. Eventually, he huffed and let the feeling of transformation wash over him.
The Alpha was looking at him, a soft smile playing around the corners of his lips. Draco didn’t dare look up. He felt ashamed. He felt naked. He felt exposed.
Two fingers were placed underneath his chin, forcing him to look at the man in front of him. “You’re beautiful”, he whispered.
Despite the mortification he felt growing in his belly, his cheeks warmed. “Alpha, I…”
“Oh, please don’t call me ‘Alpha’,” the Alpha said, “I prefer the wolves of my pack actually call me by my first name. So ‘Harry’s fine.”
Draco’s eyes widened. “But I’m… I’m not part of your pack.”
The Alpha, Harry, smiled. “If I’m correct,” he began, “you ran away from your other pack?”
Slowly, Draco nodded.
Harry continued, “I don’t know what happened that made you run away but it mustn’t have been something small. A wolf doesn’t just simply leave their pack.”
Draco nodded again, ignoring the hope that was slowly building in the pit of his stomach.
“So I would love for you to join my pack. You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. But if you do, I will try everything to keep you safe from whatever harm that may come your way. You can trust me as long as I can trust you. And something in me tells me I can.”
Hope now bloomed in his chest, spreading around his body. Could this really be it? Could he finally be safe? Could he finally find a place where he belonged?
“I…” Draco paused, his eyebrows furrowing, trying to find the right words. “I would love to.”
The bright smile that greeted him would be forever carved into his mind.
“That’s great!” Harry exclaimed, childlike glee radiating off his body. “That’s perfect! Welcome to the pack,…?”
“Draco”, Draco said without the fear he felt before, “my name’s Draco.”
”Welcome to the pack, Draco.” Harry tenderly brushed a lock of long blond hair away from Draco’s face. “Let’s get you back to the others, shall we?”
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Prompt from 11th June 2021
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