Drarry Oneshots

Meeting (part 2 of Artwork)

You asked and you have received, sorry for the wait I'm becoming terrible at being consistent with posts.

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Harry skips up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room. The fat lady is sound asleep, sitting on the chair. Harry, still grinning, hums a little tune, hoping it would get her attention. 

And it did. The fat lady flutters her eyes open. "Hm? What happened-" she said, then looking down realized, "Oh! Another student! What's the password?" 

"Godric Gryffindor," Harry says rather cheerfully. It definitely does not make him seem like himself. More so it made him look like he was under imperius. 

The fat lady nods, giving a slight concerned look (but Harry shrugged it off) and opened the door, letting him in. He continues to his favorite chair and flops down on it, opening up a book and begins reading it while humming softly. 

"Harry?" Hermione says. Yet again, he shrugs it off, still humming the same tune. She huffs and tucks her hair behind her ear (Debby Ryan style). "Harry!" She whisper-yelled, not wanting to draw any attention from anyone listening. His head snapped upward, looking at her and he noticed Ron is beside her too. Harry stops humming immediately. 

"Yeah?" He asks, lifting one eyebrow up, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

"What's up? So seem...different." Ron says, but then after realizing that might've come off in a rude way he continues, "not in a bad way, but you seem extremely happy. In a good way though.  You're humming a bloody tune for Merlin's sake!" 

Harry chuckled softly. "Yeah, I suppose so." he says. 

"Harry, what is up? There surely is a reason  of you being this cheerful." Hermione asks, looking directly at Harry. 

"Oh, I'm just meeting with someone at 6 and stuff, nothing at all really..." Harry responds, looking down, face beginning to turn a light shade of pink. 

"Nothing at all? Harry mate your face is turning red, your grinning like a maniac and once again, you're extremely happy! But..." Ron says  and begins leaning closer to him. "Who is it? Are they a gryffindor? Do I know them? Do they have any sisters?" 

Harry laughs at the last comment. He hears Ron whisper a "see!" to Hermione. 

"You do know them but you definitely don't like them." Harry says, smiling, "but, the rest you'll find out later." 

"Ok then," Ron simply says. "Enjoy your...reading." He smirks then walks off with Hermione. 

Harry simply shrugs and faces his book again. He smiles and sighs contently before continuing to read. 

* 

5:50 p.m 

Harry desperately tries flattening his hair with his brush. He has already snapped 2 combs, and this is Hermione brush. He honestly has no idea why he is panicking this much for Draco, but he doesn't seem to mind. Maybe he's going to ask if they can have a truce or something, maybe we're going to become friends? Or maybe much more... 

He snaps out of the final thought. He refuses to believe that, although Draco did kiss him on the cheek, so it would only make logical sense if he did. Harry was first going to go out in muggle clothing, before Hermione reminded him that they aren't allowed to, even after school hours. So, he was still stuck in uniform. 

He gave up on his hair and looked at the clock. It read 5:55. How did it already go by this fast? Harry is still worried that he doesn't look very nice. He knew that Draco would probably say something about his hair, because that's the main messed up thing. Well, he thinks that everything about him is messed up, but that's the main thing he gets made fun of. His stupid hair. 

"Well, this is no time for me to be moping around," Harry thought to himself, "I have to go to meet up with Draco now." 

He sighed at his appearance and headed down stairs. He saw Ron looking at him, giving him a thumbs up 

"Good luck!" Ron says, grinning. Harry nods and hurries towards the door. 

*

Room of Requirements, 6:05 p.m (sorry for time skips) 

"Malfoy?" Harry says, he though that if he still said Draco it might've became awkward so he stuck to the last name. 

"You're late." Draco (Malfoy?) simply says. 

"Sorry, I lost track of time," Harry responds. 

Draco sighs. There's an awkward pause until Draco interrupts it by saying, "Are you going to sit down or what?" 

Harry's face turns a extremely bright shade of pink and sits down beside him. Harry looks away from him awkwardly, not knowing what to say. 

"Look, Potter, what I did earlier today was something you absaloutley cannot tell anyone, do you understand? If you do, I will tear each and every pair of your limbs to shreds." Draco snaps. 

He nods. "What about with the kiss on the cheek? Why'd you do that?" Harry asks curiously. 

"Oh." Draco says. "That was a mistake. I have no feelings for you once so ever. You are my enemy and I cannot change that. Can we just forget that happened?" 

Slightly hurt, Harry mutters a quiet "yes". 

"But..." Draco begins, hope flutters through Harry's expression and eyes. "Maybe... do you want to have a truce? I know that you hate me and-" 

"Sure," Harry interrupts, lending his hand out. Draco shakes it. "But this involves every Slytherin and Gryffindor student as well." 

"I know, idiot," Draco says, rolling his eyes. 

The two talked for half an hour, feeling overly comfortable with each other's presence.

Harry still feel slightly hurt still. 

And he didn't know why. Surely he wasn't gay, and he surely did not like Draco or have feelings for him like that in any way. 

But Harry still did enjoy being in Draco's presence. 

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Ha another cliffhanger (I guess). Your welcome.