Drarry Oneshots

French Confessions

Inspired by a post from Instagram

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Harry's pov

Harry is sleeping peacefully in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory on a Sunday morning.

"Mate, wake up!" Ron says, smacking a pillow against Harry's face, "I refuse – no, I will absolutely not be late to breakfast!"

Harry snorts and sits up. "I'm up, I'm up!" Harry exclaims as Ron continues to smack Harry with the pillow.

Ron stops smacking Harry with the pillow and heads to the common room. In the meantime, Harry is putting on his robes and glasses.

Once he finished, they met up with Hermione in the common room and headed down to the great hall for breakfast. There, the elves in the kitchen prepared some oatmeal, eggs, buttered bread, and an assortment of fruits and yogurt.

"Ron, you are literally disgusting!" Hermione screeches, "You have a bunch of egg yolk hanging off of your chin!"

Draco's pov

Draco is sitting at the far end of the Slytherin table, reading a muggle romance novel peacefully while playing with his food with a fork. Pansy moves towards him, grinning.

"What are you reading?" Pansy asks Draco.

"Oh, err – it's Twilight," Draco responds while putting a bookmark on the page he's on.

"Ooh, I loved that book!" Pansy starts, "I loved how Charlie always left Isabella alone so then Edward could literally take her to places – "

"I'm going to go to the library, see you later," Draco stutters.

Draco quickly speed walks out of the great hall to the library. After a couple of minutes, Potter walks into the library, tapping his wand against his hand. Draco smirks a little. Since he knows Potter can't possibly know that much French, he could literally say anything to him and he wouldn't even know! Draco believes that Potter won't reciprocate his feelings, so there's no point in saying it in English.

"Hey, Potter!" Draco yells.

"What?" Potter snaps.

"Je t'aime, tête de cicatrice," Draco growls.

"I love you, scar head."

Draco's heart is pounding like crazy like it's going in and out of his own chest. He doesn't know why, Potter didn't even understand, by the look on his face. Potter scrunched his nose up.

"If you're so daring to cuss at me in a foreign language that I don't speak, why don't say it in English then, you git!" Potter snaps back.

Draco just stares at him. Draco turns away and finds a table to read, far away to where Potter was standing angrily. Potter sat grabbed Hogwarts: A History II, sat down even farther away from Draco.

30 minutes later.

Potter shut his book and got up. Potter then walked away from the library and probably started walking towards the Gryffindor common room, which Draco doesn't know where it is.

Harry's pov

Harry was mad. Not at the fact that Malfoy probably said something insulting towards him, but at the fact he didn't understand what he was saying. Also at the fact that Malfoy didn't even acknowledge his last sentence, he said.

But mostly it was because of the fact that Harry didn't understand.

"Password?" The Fat Lady asked.

"Treckle Tarts," Harry replied.

The Fat Lady grunted and opened the door to let Harry in. Harry saw that Hermione was sitting in one of the chairs near the fireplace, studying.

"Harry, what's wrong?" She asked him.

"Malfoy insulting me. That's all." Harry murmured.

"He insults you every day and it didn't bother you then. Seriously, what's wrong?" Hermione said calmly.

"Well, I think he did insult me," Harry blurts out, "But I honestly didn't know what he was saying. He was saying it in a different language that I don't know."

"Oh," Hermione said, "Can you recall what he said? I know a few different languages myself, or I can – we, I mean can go to the library and find dictionaries."

"Okay," Harry said, tapping his chin lightly, "Hm... I think he said 'Je t'aime, tête de cicatrice.' Yeah, that's what he said."

"Oh Harry," Hermione giggled, smiling, "That means 'I love you, scar head. I think he was too embarrassed to say it in English, so he said it in French."

Harry was in shock. Malfoy, actually liking him?!? Had Malfoy been poisoned or something? Or put in a love potion? Harry's mind was swirling with thoughts about Malfoy.

"Shit I got to find my new boyfriend, 'mione," Harry said, "See you later."

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I hate this but love this at the same time;-;

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