Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Until Midnight

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: joaniemalfoy ( on ao3)

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Once upon a time, in a far away land, there was a tiny kingdom. It was a peaceful kingdom that was prosperous and rich in tradition and romance. In a stately chateau just on the outskirts of the kingdom, there lived a man who was widowed, Lucius Malfoy, and his son, Draco Malfoy. Lucius was a king and devoted father, and gave Draco luxury and comfort.

Yet he firmly believed that Draco needed a mother's care. And so he re-married.

He chose a woman with a good life that happened to have two daughters that were Draco's age. Their names were Pansy and Millicent.

When Draco's father fell ill, he did everything in his power to treat him. Yet Lucius passed away, and Draco's step-mother's true nature was revealed.

Bellatrix was cold and cruel, also bitterly jealous of Draco's charm and beauty. Draco could get any man in the kingdom if he wanted, even the Prince.

Bellatrix was determined to forward this mindset to her two daughters.

And as time went by, the once lively chateau fell into disrepair. For the fortune that they once had had been used selfishly by Pansy and Millicent.

Draco was abused and humiliated, forced to be a servant in his own household.

But through it all, he remained gentle and kind. Cunning and ambitious, for with each morning she hoped that someday his dreams of being happy and loved would come true.

Sunlight filled Draco's bedroom as he stuffed his feather pillow over his eyes to try and get some sleep. Two bluebirds flew into his open window, pulling at his platonic blond hair and pecking his bedsheets. He giggled and sat up, the two birds that had been teasing him now sat on the edge of his bed, looking at him expectantly.

"You two spoiled an amazing dream," Draco whispered, but smiled. The birds chirped. "I'm aware it's a lovely morning," Draco said, stretching, "But it was a lovely dream, too."

The birds flew around, and Draco watched with admiration. He enjoyed the company of animals, for they seemed to be the only ones interested in having a genuine conversation with him. "Oh, what kind of dream?" He asked, yawning and raking his fingers through his hair, "Can't tell. If I do, it won't come true!" The birds chirped in protest.

Draco then began humming a tune his father had once taught him as he got out of bed and began to make it. He then picked up his hairbrush and began brushing his hair until soft. Then, the old bell began ringing throughout the town, telling people to get up and get ready.

Draco scoffed, "Oh, I hear you! Even that damn clock orders me around." Draco began slowly waltzing, as if trying to lighten the mood. He then began to dress into a tunic and trousers, brushing his teeth in the petite 'bathroom'. It was really just a sink and a mirror.

Two mice came running up his dresser, squeaking. Draco calmly looked at them. They jumped up and down, seeming to be in distress. "Well, what is it?" Draco asked. The two mice scurried under the door, Draco letting out a sigh and running after them.

He went halfway down the winding staircase from his bedroom and stopped at a mouse trap he hadn't remembered setting. Perhaps it was one of his rude sisters. Draco let the scared little thing free, in which it seemed to have a conversation with the other mice.

Draco then stood, "Keep out of trouble!" Draco hurried down the steps: he had chores to do. He stopped in front of a grand window, pulling the curtains open. He turned to face the tall doors in front of him, opening them as quietly as possible.