Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

His Prisoner

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: italicized_letters ( on ao3)

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Harry always had an eye for things out of the ordinary. A wrinkle in one of his Quidditch robes, or a mis-measured potion in brewing class. This time, in particular, he got the sense that something was amiss in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. It was a blustery, festive night at Hogwarts, and all of the other Gryffindor students were out celebrating in Hogsmeade. But instead, Harry had decided to kip on back to his dormitory and get some early napping in.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?" Harry canvassed the room. No response; only the crackle of warm embers spewing out from the hearth. Deciding he was just imagining things, Harry lowered his hackles and walked further into the room. Rows of crimson and gold beds lined the walls around him, and he let his mind wander whilst strolling toward his bed at the other end of the room.

Harry let out a deep sigh. His hands travelled down to the half-rusted belt buckle centered at his waist. Nonchalantly, he unzipped to put on his pyjamas—an oversized hand-me-down that was formerly one of Dudley's gym uniforms. He loosened his trousers and slid into (slightly) cozier loungewear for the night. He shifted his feet into his slippers and lazily headed to the restroom. As he walked into the restroom, he casually began unbuttoning his shirt to disrobe. He was fingering the last buttons when he met an unexpected guest.

"Potter? What are you doing here?" Draco hissed menacingly. Startled, Harry let his shirt drop to the cold bathroom floor. Draco Malfoy, dripping wet and clad only in a damp towel wrapped around his waist, stepped out of the showers.

"Malfoy! Wha—Um... I should be asking you the same question! This is the Gryffindor tower, not the slimy dungeon you Slytherins call a dormitory." Harry crossed his arms over his chest, becoming aware that he was quite exposed without a shirt on.

"Well, the toilets in my house's loo are being serviced! Prolly one of your blasted ghost friends again, creep. Now bugger off, I've been troubled enough to have to drag myself all the way over here just to get harassed by the likes of you. Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be out galavanting in the snow with the rest of your idiotic friends?"

Draco's words sunk deep. Usually Harry could brush off his cruel language, but tonight was different: Ginny had spurned his advances earlier in the night, and he had tried to brush it off to no avail, instead deciding to leave for Hogwarts prematurely. Feeling bitter and annoyed, Harry wordlessly pushed past Draco and left the room.

Almost halfway down the hall, Harry noticed a commotion from the same restroom. Halting his pace, he turned around to listen.

"Shit! Bloody—ughh."

Harry hurried back to the restroom to check on Draco. Even if Draco wouldn't do the same for him, he had to stay the bigger person.

"Malfoy, are you alright?" Harry bursted into the bathroom, heart pounding. His mind travelled back to the last time he had encountered Draco in a Hogwarts bathroom, writhing in pain after he had gravely injured him with the Sectumsempra curse. Blessedly, Draco looked to be in one piece, albeit vaguely pissed off.

"You again, with your saviour complex! Of course I'm fine—I just... I left my robes in the Slytherin common. Is anyone else in the hall?" Draco asked with a hint of panic.

"No one's here, they're all out enjoying butterbeer like we should be. I... I can go get your robes for you, if you'd like." Harry mustered. Draco quirked an eyebrow. "It's not—! Look Malfoy, I'm only trying to help you because you obviously don't belong here, and I'd like to take my shower already!"