𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣 //Harry potter oneshots!

αɱσɾƚҽɳƚια // drarry

i was running late for potions- not that i was complaining, i'd rather face lord Voldemort than continue to have professor Snape glare at me the entire bloody class period. currently sitting in Dumbledore's office, i was concluding our discussion about the most recent death eater attack in the muggle world.

"that is all mr.potter." Dumbledore said calmly
(-pls i had too)

"now i believe you have a potions class to get to?"

"yes sir-erm, thank you." i said.

   i left professor Dumbledore's office and headed down the corridor, down the stairs to the potions classroom.

draco pov:
   the morning was a blur, nothing special-besides the fact that bloody potter wasn't here for me to bother.

   i kind of missed him not being there, not being able to see his adorable brown curls- and green eyes that lit up every time his friends were mentioned. i quite envy him, having friends who seem like they really care, no bloke could give a damn about me- but that's just my victim complex speaking.

   now, i am going to be completely blunt with you, i might possibly fancy potter. i know, disgusting- i agree, he is so dreadful to talk to, hell- the only thing he's got going for him is looks.

"draco"

chosen one my arse. although it is nice to stare at his sometimes.

"DRACO"

'MERLIN BLAISE WHAT DO YOU WANT?" i snapped out of my thoughts.

"hell mate, will you stop dream-fucking potter for one second and work on our potion?" blase teased.

"oh piss off mate. i am working on it."

   anyway, i was now in professor snapes classroom brewing a dreadfully boring potion. i mean, i already knew who i fancied at the moment, although in the back of my mind i was hoping that maybe it would smell like some slytherin girl, like pansy. never mind, i am way too gay for that.

  on top of that, potter still hadn't shown up to potions yet, and i was beginning to feel- worried? ew. no. why would i worry about potter? just because he's attractive, i mean, yeah of course i would like him to snog the living daylight out of me, but that doesn't actually mean i care about him. 

harry pov.

   i noticed that there was a strange smell- similar to an apple, as i approached the classroom- we were most likely making a reckumsaina potion today, fairly easy, so i wasn't one to complain.

   when i walked through the doors however, i was was almost slapped in the face with the smell of apple scented hair spray- Draco's hairspray.

"godric Malfoy, how many bottles of hairspray did you put on today?"

"i'm practically choking in here." i said hoarsely.

   all eyes turned to me- except luna of course.
Ron almost bloody fainted,
Seamus dropped a bottle of ashwinder egg, professor snap went pale- as draco went scarlet, and hermione and pansy were almost passing out trying to hold in their giggles.

   i was clueless as to why everyone was so shocked that i insulted him? it's not like what i said was any different than normal.
then, i realized.
i looked up and my expression dropped. there on the board, in big, bold letters, was one word.

'..amoretentia.'

bloody hell.
   i gotta get out of here. i smiled sheepishly and headed back toward the door.

"harry potter so help me if you leave this classroom i will fail your entire semester." said the menacing voice of snape.

   great, bloody great. i stayed, awkwardly trapped in the classroom for the rest of the period.

-time skip (half an hour)-

   it was almost the end of the dreaded class, thank merlin, when i was hit with a note, from- great, Malfoy. i was already embarrassed from earlier, so i was mentally preparing for the torment of him and his friends. to my surprise all that read on the note was:

"room of requirement, 11:30."