Drarry Oneshots

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Hi, sorry for the extra long wait, I had stupid presentations and quizzes all over the week so I tried studying more.

Takes place if there was an 8th year. 

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Harry was walking through the forbidden forest when he saw someone standing in the far off distance. He began walking closer to catch a closer look at the figure. He noticed the platinum blonde hair. 

Malfoy was perhaps studying something or working on homework. But, when did the professor's give the students paper homework? And what do they have to study for now? They're NEWTS aren't going to be here any sooner (unless he's Hermione and wants to do it months before the actual day). 

Harry leans in to get a closer look at the paper. He wasn't doing any of those things, no studying or working on homework. 

He was sketching something. Before Harry could fully realized what the drawing was, Malfoy noticed him. 

"Stalking me again Potter?" Malfoy sneered, closing the notebook. 

Harry was silent. He didn't know what to say back to him. He fully panicked and asked quickly, "What are you doing in that notebook?" He asked.

"Nothing really," Malfoy said, in barely a whisper, almost like he said nothing. 

"Then why'd you close it so fast?" Harry asked trying to get him to open it again.

"That's not important. Surely you have class now?" He asked, trying to avoid the subject. 

"Nope, free period. I'm going to assume the same?" Harry responded. Malfoy hummed in response.

"Come on can I please see what you were doing," Harry complained, "I have a whole period to waste and now I really want to see it." Harry began walking in front of Malfoy and sat down. 

"No," Malfoy argued. 

Harry sighed. "Pleeeeeaaaassseeee, I'll do you're homework for a month if you show me," he begged, doing his best puppy-dog eyes. 

Malfoy's face blushed a dark shade of red. He rolled his eyes, sighing. "Fine, but don't judge," Malfoy huffed, giving Harry the sketchbook. 

Harry grinned. He opened up the sketchbook in awe. 

He saw a sketch of the great hall, the forbidden forest, the Slytherin common room too. 

"These are really damn good," Harry said, "I don't understand how you're embarrassed of it. It's nothing to be ashamed of." 

"Just shut up, will you?" Malfoy said, covering his head between his knees. 

He continued flipping through the sketchbook. The newer ones are sketches of people. Parkinson, Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, Narcissia, Lucius and Bellatrix. He paused at the 2nd last one. It was a drawing of Harry. 

It looked like it was from the...hippogriff incident. When Malfoy was doing his idiotic "dementor! dementor!" when Harry was telling him off. It seemed unfinished, the hair at the top was missing. Harry looked at the date. It was made last year, during the wizarding war. 

"Why did you never finish this?" Harry asked. 

Draco's faced flushed a light pink. "You weren't supposed to see that." He whispered. 

"Well you did allow me to look in your sketchbook, and this is in your sketchbook so..." Harry said. "You didn't answer my question though." 

"Because." 

"Because why?"

Malfoy looked down. "Just stop." He said, his voice barely indubitable. His hand was shaking lightly and his breathing became uneven. 

Is Malfoy having a panic attack? Harry hugged him. He didn't know why that was his first instinct, they were enemies after all. 

"Hey, hey, calm down, it's okay Malfoy." Harry whispered into his ear, attempting to soothe him. It didn't work. Tears started falling down Malfoy's face and he became very flustered. 

"Malfoy look at me." Harry sternly said. 

"No," Malfoy whispered. 

Harry took a deep breath. 

"Draco, look at me. Please." Harry whispered. 

Malfoy looked up and his breathing slowly became steadier. Harry rubbed his back and smiled. They stayed like that for a little bit, and the silence was somehow comforting. 

Ma- Draco stood up. "Well, we should probably go to class now. I think we missed a quater of the first class." He said. 

Harry stood up as well and nodded. 

Draco hugged him. "Thank you," he said, beginning to walk away. 

He sprinted back and quickly kissed Harry on the cheek. He ran back and waved at Harry. 

"Meet me in the room of requirements at 6 p.m!" He shouted. Harry gave him a thumbs up, face still burning red. 

Harry touched his cheek and the biggest smile grew on his face. 

"Yes!" He said, punching the sky and jumping. He laughed. 

This is the happiest his been in a while.