Drarry Oneshots

Incorporeal Patronus

Summary: After the war, previous 7th years were invited back for an "8th year". Of the returners, is Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. When Draco receives a hard time for not being able to cast a Patronus, Harry decides to step up and teach him.

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"Expecto Patronum!" Harry shouted, all eyes on him. However, the eyes quickly shifted to the stag that had left his wand. It was currently prancing around the room as if aware of its audience. Harry smiled slightly, wondering if his father's used to do that too.

Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Flame, seemed impressed. "Wonderful technique, Mr. Potter!" He praised. "Ideally, everyone in the class will be able to cast an equally strong Patronus by the end of the week."

He explained the motion one more time before letting the students go off on their own to practice. Most students had a wisp of some sort in front of them. Some, including Harry, were simply watching their patronuses roam around.

Only one person seemed unable to get anything to appear: Draco Malfoy. He glumly waved his wand around, his frustration evident.

"Makes sense the death eater wouldn't be able to cast a Patronus." Harry was surprised to see it was another Slytherin making the comment. "It's meant to protect wizards with a positive energy field. I imagine that isn't his strong suit."

The only sign Malfoy had heard him was the hardening of his frown. However, he continued flicking his wrist, and Harry couldn't help but notice his technique was flawless. It didn't make sense that he wasn't getting anything.

"Let me help you," Harry offered before he could stop himself, the snickering and harsh comments bothering the savior more than he cared to admit.

Malfoy's face was unreadable as he responded. "I'll pass, Potter."

"How kind of you, Mr. Potter," Professor Flame suddenly gushed, appearing beside the pair. "You can tutor Mr. Malfoy outside of class!"

Harry offered Malfoy a smile but the boy only frowned. Still, much to the Gryffindor's surprise, the blond didn't try to fight it.

***

"I can't believe you agreed to help Malfoy," Ron continued to rant as they headed to dinner. Harry had hoped he would drop it after class but, evidently, the conversation was far from over.

Harry shrugged slightly. "Malfoy is different since he's been back." The boy shrugged again, unsure himself really why he offered to help. Except maybe he did know- "He doesn't deserve to be treated the way he is. I just want to help him prove them wrong."

"The fact the Slytherins have even turned on him should be proof he isn't worth it."

"I disagree," Hermione chimed in. "He did help us win, after all, doesn't he deserve a chance to be something different?"

Ron looked as if he didn't agree; however, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

It wasn't as if Harry and Malfoy really got along even now; in fact, they mostly kept their distance. However, there was more to the blond than what Harry had once thought and that fascinated him. Despite the darkness that had surrounded Malfoy, he had been able to turn to the light. Daresay, Harry found that admirable.

Not to mention, when the savior had returned Malfoy's wand, his eyes had lit up. He had even smiled. While Harry wouldn't consciously admit it, he wanted to inspire that expression from Malfoy again.

He glanced over to where Malfoy was at the Slytherin table. Parkinson sat across from him while the rest of the Slytherins were a bit away. It wasn't something Harry had paid much notice to before. Was he really being rejected by his own house?