Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

It's Only Me

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: lovemalfoy (on ao3)

THIS MY FAV SMUT...for now 🤩🤞

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Harry could feel his body shutting down as the clock in the eighth year common room neared twelve. The thought of rising off the velvet love seat and carrying himself to his dorm sounded far from pleasurable, especially when Malfoy was behind those closed doors.

At the beginning of the term, Harry was livid with his new living arrangements. He begged McGonagall to adjust the system, to let him stay with Ron instead, but she wouldn't budge.

"I am not going to feed Mr. Malfoy to a throng of angry wolves, Mr. Potter. You are the only one I can confide in to ensure his safety. I assumed I could trust you with a task as great as this, was I wrong?" Was all she had to say to shut Harry up. He had something to prove now and he wasn't known to ever back down from a challenge. Even if that challenge was a pale, lanky, blonde boy that made Harry's insides churn every time he spoke.

Now, a few months later, Harry still loathed the situation he got himself into, but for an entirely different reason than he started out with:

Draco Malfoy was one fit bloke.

Don't get Harry wrong, Malfoy was still an insufferable git that made Harry's insides churn every time he spoke, but now those feelings began to pool lower down in his groin rather than his stomach.

Who was Harry kidding, Malfoy wasn't even an insufferable git anymore. He just pretended to believe it so he could stop fantasizing about what other tasks Malfoy's mouth got up to other than blabbering nonsense.

So yes, it was rather hard to live with Malfoy, but for all the wrong reasons Harry never dared to envisage previously. But at least him and the boy got along now, that should be good for something, right?

Wrong.

This opened a whole new territory that Harry desperately tried not to cross. He found himself watching Malfoy do simple tasks, like folding his clothes and putting them away or brushing his hair in the morning.

And each time their eyes locked, Harry's chest felt so warm that it suffocated his insides. He was falling for the git and nothing in his life would've prepared him for that.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night." Ron announced, his words slurring drowsily. Hermione followed with a quick agreement, stretching her arms above her head and yawning.

"I didn't get to finish my revisions, but I'm completely knackered." Hermione added through her drawn out yawn.

"Oh no." Ron stopped in his tracks and froze, his features showcasing his trepidation. It was enough to draw Harry's attention and force his body upright in concern.

"What?" Harry hesitated and a familiar feeling of dread crept up his spine. It almost made him nauseous.

In his head, he was desperately trying to relive the conversation that unfolded moments ago, but he couldn't. He was too busy entertaining the idea of Malfoy sucking his cock to be engaged in the conversation.

The feeling of dread turned into embarrassment and he could feel his face suffering the consequences. He silently pleaded that Hermione wouldn't notice his newfound flustered state.

"Hermione didn't finish her revisions. Someone contact the Auror's, this is an emergency!" Ron dramatically gasped, his hand holding his chest in despair.