Prompt: Nervous
Word Count: 298
Rating: G
Notes: No warnings apply, and a great big glorious thank you to @ununquadius for wrangling this month's Drarry discord drabble challenge!!! 32 entries, jeepers what a beast!

Quickdraw (on AO3)

He wasn't sure when the stares began to creep under his skin, burn through his muscles, etch into his spine. After the war, Diagon Alley rioted if he so much as stopped by the bank. Even in disguise, he was recognized by his wand, or jumper, or trainers. Kingsley nearly rescinded his offer to allow him into the Auror program; they'd had to map out his route from home to the training ward to St. Mungo's to home again. Special portkeys, each disguised as a little brass button on his blue trainee robes.

But today he wore red robes for the first time. Proper Auror robes, with gold fastenings and a custom wand-holster tucked up the sleeve for quickdraws. He loved quickdraws. They made him feel like the cowboys in those westerns on the telly late at night, when he couldn't sleep because the stares and whispers caught him in his dreams. He'd watch the westerns and practice his quickdraws and pretend there was only one other person in the whole world to look at him. A prickly blond git, dressed in black, looking too good to be allowed. They'd stare each other down, one on one. Fingers twitching at their sides, ready for action -

He didn't feel ready for action. He stood at the head of the line - top of his class - in an alcove behind the atrium where the public graduation ceremony would take place. Draco was behind him, not in front of him. It was wrong, all wrong... The moment the doors opened, those stares would find him! He'd freeze - fumble the draw -

"Scared, Potter?" a voice came from over his shoulder, warm breath tickling his ear. Harry could swear he heard a bird cawing overhead. It was high noon.

"You wish."

The doors opened.