Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

The Chemistry Between Us

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: joaniemalfoy ( on ao3 )

have i posted this before i dont remember 

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Harry was walking down the long corridor, Ron and Hermione bickering about potions class. "It wasn't me, Hermione, you just want to argue with me all the time," Ron said. "I have no salamander tails left, which completely ruined my potion! It was aqua, not sky-blue. Yours, however, was navy blue. Navy blue only appears when you put too much..." Harry tuned out.

They took a turn and as they were about to head up the stairs to the fourth floor, Harry stopped. "What's up, mate?" Ron said, turning back to look at Harry. "You guys go ahead," Harry said, "I'll meet you in the library." Hermione protested, but Ron dragged her away.

Harry ducked behind the corner again as Draco used a spell to unlock the eighth year prefects bathroom, slipping inside. Draco wasn't a prefect, so why he was going in there was beyond Harry. Harry walked quickly, catching the door before it closed all the way. Harry slipped inside after Draco. The door slammed behind him, causing Draco to whip around and face him.

Draco didn't make a noise, but his eyes were full of worry. Draco grabbed Harry's wrist, dragging him into a shower stall, pulling the sheet closed. "What--" Harry mumbled, but Draco slapped his hand over Harry's mouth. Draco then turned on the shower water, Harry grunting in protest as the hot water hit his uniform.

What the bloody hell was Draco doing? There was a clash on the other side of the bathroom, where the baths were. "He's going to see there's two of us," Draco hissed, the water making his hair fall... enticingly over his face.

"Who?" Harry asked quietly, but lifted Draco up. Draco squeaked, grabbing Harry's shoulders as to not fall, his legs wrapped loosely around Harry's torso. He was surprisingly light. "Antonin Dolohov," Draco whispered, his face mere inches from Harry's. Dolohov had been in The Prophet yesterday, an article about how he had escaped Azkaban after about a year.

"The death eater?" Harry asked, but Draco didn't look at him, nor answer. He watched as a silhouette figure on the curtain stalked closer to the shower. Harry held his breath, and not because water was falling over his face and glasses.

Then, Draco turned the water off. The figure got scared, running out of the bathroom in a hurry. The door slammed shut, both Harry and Draco letting out a sigh of relief. "Why is Dolohov at Hogwarts?" Harry asked, Draco turning his head to look at him.

Harry faltered. His eyes were very grey. A very pretty grey. His eyelashes were wet, making them dark, and Harry could see that he had very light freckles on his nose and cheeks.

Draco swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. Harry's mind did something weird. He thought of leaning over and kissing Draco's throat, or even his lips.

"Me," Draco said, startling Harry. "He's after me." "What? Why?" Harry asked. Draco looked away from Harry. "I can't tell you that," Draco whispered. "Can't or won't?" Harry said, raising his eyebrow. Draco let out a very half-hearted chuckle.

"Let's just say," Draco whispered, "He does not like me very much. Because I threw you my wand."* Harry remembered that. How could he forget? It was practically the only thing he thought about when he looked at Draco in class. Not like he stared at Draco.

(*in a deleted movie scene, draco threw harry his wand to help defeat voldemort. it was the only big redemption for draco, so yeah.)

"Is he just petty?" Harry asked. "Are you dense, Potter? If I hadn't helped you, Voldemort might have been able to win. He's furious at me," Draco said. "Okay... well what is he planning?" Harry asked. "That's why I followed him, dumbass."