Drarry One Shots

Oh Bollocks, I'm About to Kiss Potter

Draco walked into the hall, slightly confused but studiously not showing it. His minions weren't with him. In fact, when he woke up, his minions didn't' even seem to notice him. He didn't really try to get their attention, he didn't care enough to, but he found it odd. 

He had walked the halls of Hogwarts, insulting people here and there, but no one seemed to hear him. No one even looked at him. 

Sitting at his table, he ate silently, only confused further when Pansy, who was directly across from him, didn't even seem to notice him. It was odd, because usually she was throwing herself all over Draco. Shaking off the thoughts, for now, at least, he turned his eyes to look around the Great Hall, lingering on the Gryffindor table.

The trio wasn't there, which was odd. Usually they were sitting at the table when he walked in, close to the doors. Granger would have her head stuck in a book, which would be propped up on something as she ate so she could have her hands free, Wealsey would be stuffing his face and attempting to talk to Potter -with Granger scolding him every once in a while, not that it made a difference- only to end up spitting the contents of his mouth all over the table slightly, making everyone besides those who were to used to it to care to back away and move, looks of disgust on their faces, and Potter would be laughing at Weasley, mirth in his eyes at he ate a small plate of food, unlike Weasley, who would have his plate stacked so high it was amazing that it didn't fall.

But, not today. Odd.

He glanced at the doors, and saw Granger and Weasley walking in without Potter. They wore pissed off expressions. They sat in their usual spot, and ignored the questions coming their way.

Glacing at the doors again, he almost, almost reeled in shock. Potter walked in, but instead of wearing his usual Gryffindor robes, usually with with a light blue sweater of some other soft color, he wore Slytherin robes, and a dark green sweater that made his eyes pop. He glared at anyone who passed him, and wore a smug little smirk as they scuttled off in fear. He was walking right at Draco. 

Then, Potter sat down, directly across from Pansy. 

Right where Draco was sitting. 

Draco certainly did not screamed as Potter passed through him, jumping back off the bench and tripping. His not-scream was not heard, however. He watched as Pansy flirted and threw herself at Potter. Suddenly, his ears started working and he heard the last bit of their conversation.

"Then Mudblood and Weasel thought they would try and come at me today, in the halls. But, they're clueless without their precious leader, so, naturally, I had to put them in their places. You should've seen their faces! They looked like they wanted to hex me to oblivion, but, of course, they can't tie their shoes without him." He huffed the last part, un-like the laughing mood he had possessed while telling the rest of the story. Pansy patted his hand sympathetically, "accidentally" showing cleavage as she leaned over the table.

"Look! There he comes now!" Pansy shrieked, pointing to the front entrance.

Draco looked over, and would've fallen over in shock had he not already been on his arse from tripping. In walked himself, dressed in Gryffindor robes. He smiled shyly to the people that passed him as he walked to Granger and Weasley-exactly what  Potter would've done. At least, the original Potter. 

Draco, the real Draco, got up and ran out, gaping as he passed through someone else by accident. They didn't even seemed fazed. At least that meant he wasn't a ghost-at least not completely. The Hogwarts ghosts give you a horrible shiver when they pass through you, and the girl hadn't even seemed fazed. He ran to the Room of Requirement, his safe haven, and sat down on a provided couch. 

So, as it seemed, he and Potter had switched personalities, and he, the real Draco, was watching on the sidelines...bloody fantastic. 

~~~

Draco wasn't sure how long he sat there, staring unseeingly into the fire, his mind blank, before he was startled by the door opening. 

He jumped up and whipped around, only to see Potter, the Slytherin Potter,  lean against the wall by the door, waiting. 

Shortly thereafter, the door opened, almost hesitantly. "Harry?" He recognized his own voice. He soon saw the Gryffindor Draco walk in, looking around after closing the door. Gryffindor him let out a startled gasp as he was pinned against the door by Slytherin Potter. Soon, Gryffindor him laughed, after seeing who it was. "You scared me!" Gryffindor Draco scolded lightly. Slytherin Potter just gave a sexy smirk. 

"I'm sorry babe. How can I make it up to you?" Slytherin Potter whispered, though real Draco could hear it perfectly. Speaking of real Draco, he was standing shock still, watching the scene, frozen. 

"I can think of something." Gryffindor Draco said. He slowly leaned up, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.

Oh bollocks, I'm about to kiss Potter, ran through the real Dracos mind, before Slytherin Potter and Gryffindor Draco's lips collided. A flash of light blinded the real Draco, before everything went black.

~~~

Draco opened his eyes wearily. He looked around himself. He was in his Slytherin Quiddich gear, lying in the hospital wing. On the cot next to his, lay Potter, knocked out, glasses on the side table, still in his Gryffindor Quiddich gear.

He blinked, and it all came back to him. They where playing Quiddich, he and Potter had both crashed from a stray bludger, and then it was black. But, he also remembered that dream-it had to have been a dream.

Almost against his will, he let his eyes stray to Potter. He brought up a sore arm to his face, feeling his lips with his fingertips as he remembered the heated kiss Gryffindor Draco and Slytherin Potter had shared. He felt as though he could feel the instant aftermath of the kiss, and couldn't say he didn't like it. 

He had no idea Potter was having the same dream, though his was more...drawn out, and detailed, and going to places Draco's hadn't.