Drarry Oneshots

French (2)

At first it was rater hard to understand what they were looking at when they opened the French book.

But with Hermiones help it didn't take all to long for them to understand. She was a great teacher.

They decided to learn some of the basics. Which benefited them quite well because suddenly small fragments of Malfoys sentences made sense.

He tended to say 'he' alot. So Malfoy was definitely talking about someone.

At first Harry thought Malfoy was planning something more sinister, but that all seemed to go down the drain when he heard Draco say 'je veux qu'il m'aime' to Pansy during Charms class on afternoon.

Harry somehow was able to deduct what it meant with the few words he understood.

'I want him to love me.'

Draco had a crush!

Draco Malfoy had a crush. A male crush!

Somehow this excited Harry, which he wasn't sure as to why it did. On the other hand it depressed him...

Never mind all that though!

"Who do you think it is!" Harry asked, sitting down on the couch next to Hermione.

"I really wonder." Hermione said in a bored voice.

"Me too!" Harry replied.

Ron looked at Hermione and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Whoever it is doesn't deserve him!" Harry bursted.

"Why?" Ron asked "You don't even like him."

"I- I don't mean like that- no! don't look at me like that! you know what i meant!" Harry jumbled, his cheeks turning crimson.

"Mhm..." Hermione hummed, amusingly.

"Whatever you say." Ron said, letting himself fall back into the couch.

Harry grunted "I- I dont need this! I'm going to take a walk!" he said angrily, lifting himself off of the couch and stumbling a bit (which caused Ron to let out a small snicker, earning him a glare from Harry) and walking towards the door.

"Tell Malfoy I said hi!" Ron called over his shoulder.

"I'm not going to see Malfoy!" Harry yelled angrily, slamming the door shut.

Hermione snorted.

"He is."

———

Harry was looking for Malfoy.

The likeliness of seeing him, in the halls, after dinner was... unlikely, but Harry being Harry, he couldn't help himself.

Malfoy. Malfoy. Malfoy.

"Malfoy!" Harry shouted, automatically, startling himself with his own sudden outburst.

The head of blonde hair whipped around, slight shock evident on his face, which he seemed to cover up rather quickly.

"No need to yell, Potter, I can hear you just fine." He grumbled, staking towards the Gryffindor.

"I want to speak with you." Harry said.

"Je préfère que tu m'embrasses."

"What?"

"No one is stopping you." Draco lied.

Harry looked st him suspiciously, he was sure he had just heard Draco say the word 'kiss' and 'you' in French.

"I've been learning French." Harry started to say, immediately he noticed the way Draco tensed up at that, his eyes widening ever so slightly.

"Good for you." Draco replied, quickly recovering.

"I understood what you just said." Harry said, attempting to get another reaction from Malfoy.

He didn't really know what he said, it was a lie. Harry had an idea but he wasnt sure if what he heard was real.

But Harry's suspicions seemed to be put to rest when Malfoy broke out in a panic.

"Potter! You cannot tell anyone!"

"What?"

Malfoys breathing seemed to speed up.

"That you want to," Harry leaned in closer, his hand gently gripping Dracos chin, "embrasse-moi?" he whispered.

Harry wasn't sure where this new burst of bravery had come from. He was a Gryffindor but whenever it had anything to do with crushes he would always melt into a useless blob around them.

But this was good, this was a great idea! Malfoy was in his arms, flustered, flustered because of Harry.

Draco seemed to fall apart and panic more and more which just caused Harry to smirk.

And he kissed him.

It was a strange kiss, a strangely amazing one.

As soon as his lips fell upon the blonds, he melted, they melted, the world around them faded into nothingness.

All he felt was the feel of Dracos lips and his heart beating in his chest.

He could do this forever.

I hate my writing.

AMEN ADIOS.

(I'm not religious)