Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Out on the Tiles

Top!Draco

Bottom!Harry

Author: NurseDarry ( on ao3 ) 

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"Stop! STOP!"

Harry barely heard the words over the noise of the exploding bin behind him. He jerked forward, hurled a Leg-Locker Curse, then grimaced as it missed its mark. Water flooded the room, drenching the floor. Harry slipped, but aimed true this time.

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

Both his and Malfoy's wands flew from their hands simultaneously. They desperately looked around, trying to see where the wands had disappeared to, but it was useless. Between the gushing water, Myrtle's yelling and the litter of exploded tiles scattered across the floor, neither would have time to search before the other was upon him.

"GRNNNAAAAH!" Malfoy roared and clenched his fists. Then he hurled himself across the room at his opponent.

A fraction of a second later, Harry narrowed his eyes through a red haze and launched himself at Malfoy.

They met in a flurry of fists and knees. Malfoy threw up his hands as Harry took a swing at his face, and Harry's knuckles connected only with Malfoy's forearm. Malfoy brought down his hands and grabbed handfuls of Harry's hair, yanking on it as hard as he could in what felt like ten different directions.

Harry's eyes began to water. He tried to twist out of Malfoy's grasp, but found that that hurt even more. "ACCIO WA—" he shouted, but Malfoy raised a knee, aiming for Harry's groin, and Harry was forced to dodge. He quickly shuffled to one side, lost his balance and fell to the soggy floor, dragging Malfoy with him and wrenching his ankle.

Harry's body erupted in pain from the roots of his hair to the twisted ankle. He pulled himself around in an attempt to rise to his knees and prevent Malfoy from getting the upper hand.

"I'm going to kill you, Potter!" Malfoy snarled, spitting saliva to mix with the last of his tears. The drops spattered on Harry's shoulder.

Harry rolled sideways, pinning Malfoy beneath him. His legs kicked out ineffectually as Harry climbed fully on top of him and pressed him into the wet floor.

But Malfoy still had his hands buried in Harry's hair, their vice-like grip never wavering. Harry might have had greater control, but he, too, was held tightly. He tried to smash Malfoy's head and shoulders into the hard tile beneath them, but Malfoy resisted.

"Do it, Malfoy!" Harry shouted. "If you can!" He ripped one of Malfoy's hands free of his hair, pinned it beneath his knee and pushed into it. Hard.

Malfoy yowled in pain and yanked at Harry's hair with his free hand. Harry winced again and reached for Malfoy's shirt. Once more, he tried to forcibly pull the other boy upwards and then slam him to the floor.

Malfoy wrenched Harry's head down at the same time. Their foreheads and noses banged together and they both cursed, mouths moving against each other. They froze in place, as motionless as though someone had cast Petrificus Totalus at them.

The spray of water from the ruined cistern slowed to a trickle. The room quieted; Myrtle was nowhere to be seen.

The two boys didn't notice.

With a harsh growl, Harry broke the strange paralysis that had seized him and tore at Malfoy's drenched shirt. Buttons flew in every direction, pinging against porcelain and landing in the water beneath them. His nails scraped across Malfoy's chest, cutting deeply enough to draw blood.