One shots - Harry Potter world

It's all because of You

Based on the song "You" by Robin Stjernberg~   

(Verry cute Drarry  Fluff)

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"Mr. Malfoy, do you have it?" Sitting in his office he would rather not be disturbed, but he knew how important this was for the healer.

"It is. Do you wish for me to try it out on a plant beforehand?" He asked handing the potion to the lady. She looked at the new instated piano in confusion but took the vial out of his hands.

"No, it's fine. I trust your abilities," she said with a smile. "You know how to play?"

"It's a gift from... A friend. I used to play, but not really anymore. They wish for me to start again, but I don't know if I will be able to," He said, looking longingly at the piano along the wall, right next to the window looking out upon the water.

"If you ever do decide to play, tell me. I'd love to hear you play. I heard something from Mr. Potter that he had heard you play something in school, and that it sounded lovely."

"Potter only tries to spread gossip about me, so that I will seem less intimidating." Smiling at the thought, he turned back to the door where she was still standing, "If you don't mind, please close the door on your way out, Madam Pomfrey."

"For the last time, Professor, call me Poppy! I'll get the remedy to St. Mundo's"

"Only if you call me Draco, and thank you." He smirked at her and she just shook her head, forgetting to close the door behind her. Draco groaned in annoyance and started making his way towards the door, when Potter stepped in through the door, closing it behind himself. "Potter."

"Draco, when will you get over this! I've told you million times to stop calling me that. How did you like my gift?" He asked, looking over the early birthday present he had gotten the white-haired man. The two had both been professors for seven years now, and this year the first first-years they had taught, were "graduating" and both Harry and Draco were dreading the day coming, but final exams hadn't even started yet.

"What? Potter's your name." He smirked up at the man who always looked like he came from a snogging session with that hair coming out on all sides, "I... love it. Thank you."

"I am happy you think so. I was going to send it to you later, but thought better of it since you'll be busy with work and exams."

"It is very thoughtful. Maybe I will have to send you a guitar for your birthday so that we can play together." Harry went back to Draco's desk, cleaning it off the cauldron and ingredients easily with his wand. He always used his wand for whatever and whenever. "That is unnecessary. I like the completion of cleaning without magic."

"That's just boring. Come here." He sat down at the potion master's chair and motioned for him to sit down.

"Someone could come in and see us." He said walking over slowly.

"Then I'll just have to obliviate them, or explain that I and you are allowed to love whoever we wish to," He said with a smirk, grabbing the other's waist, making him straddle the dark-haired male.

"You and your excessive use of magic..."

"Well, it was you who fell in love with me, not me. Though I do love myself, you are the idiot for falling for an even bigger idiot." He smirked up at his boyfriend who looked anxious, squirming in the other's lap. Harry put his hands on his hips, "If you don't stop that you will not make it to the rest of today's classes, professor. And I believe our seven years would not appreciate that." Purring, Draco leaned into the touch and put his arms around his shoulders and neck.