Harry Potter Oneshots

Harry x Draco

Hi, I'm back. Five reads! Yay :D 

Again, I don't know how many people are even going to be reading this, but if you're here, hi :D

This is going to be a Harry x Draco oneshot, so if you don't vibe with it, you can just skip if you'd like. More coming out soon hopefully :)

The art is not mine, sadly I'm not that talented.

Hope you enjoy this :D

Breakfast

Harry sleepily walked down to the dining hall to get breakfast. He wished to be asleep under his warm covers, and he would have been, if Hermione hadn't made him get up. 

He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ron.

"Morning Harry," Ron said, cheerfully. Harry put his head down on the table and replied with a muffled groan. The Great Hall was bustling with students, everyone socializing at their designated tables. Hermione sat further down the table, eating her breakfast and talking to Neville. Ron and Harry sat near the middle.

Through his sleepy fog, Harry heard footsteps behind him. Then he smelled it. It was a wonderful scent, of peppermint, green apples, and a faint hint of cologne. Harry knew who was standing behind him. 

"Tired, Potter?" Malfoy spat, sneering at the pitifully exhausted Harry. Malfoy didn't wait for a response before walking away swiftly with a few of his Slytherin friends trailing behind. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught a glimpse of the blonde- his hair was damp, as if he had just gotten out of the shower, and he wore his regular Slytherin uniform, which Harry thought fit him very well.

His face turned bright red. He quickly buried his face in his hands to hide the blush blooming on his cheeks. Thank goodness nobody noticed. 

Once Malfoy was out of earshot, Ron leaned over to Harry, saying, "Ugh, Malfoy is so..."

"Hot," Harry muttered under his breath. "What?" Ron exclaimed. Harry suddenly sat upright. "Uhh annoying, is what I meant."

"Right then..." Ron said, eyeing his friend suspiciously, as Harry began shoveling food in his mouth, trying to ignore Ron's look.

"I...um, I have to go to the bathroom." Harry stuttered, standing up quickly. Before Ron could respond, he had already left. 

The boy's bathroom

Draco's POV

Draco ran from the Great Hall to the bathroom and slouched down on the floor of the boy's bathroom, one knee to his chest, head rested against the wall. He looked up at the ceiling, angry tears streaming down his face. He wasn't sure why he was crying. All he knew was that he was angry. Angry that Potter made him feel the way he did. How long can I keep up this act of being his rival? C'mon, Draco, pull yourself together. Malfoy's don't cry, Draco thought to himself. Pull yourself together.

Harry's POV

As Harry grew closer to the bathroom, he heard sniffling. It sounded like someone was crying in the bathroom. Harry picked up his speed, and rushed into the bathroom. He rounded the corner, and expected to see anybody but the boy who sat there. It's Malfoy...Harry thought. Why is Malfoy crying?

Narrator's POV

As soon as Draco caught sight of Harry, he sprung up from the ground and quickly wiped his tears.