Drarry Oneshots

Dreams and Reality

I finally got an original idea and this one was honestly just to make the parts 25 before, so now it is a oneshot. 

And besides, I really wanted to publish it so...here.

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Sleep. Makes life feel peaceful, especially when your dreams seem like a reality. Especially for people whose life seems in the upside-down world. It seems like you're dead too, sometimes, and it seems...amazing. It feels amazing too, knowing you're not actually present, or the sheer fact that people cannot see you either. You're just...there.

The harsh yet soothing wind blows against the lush plants, making a sharp high-pitched sound. It may be annoying to you, but they found it peaceful. Two boys were having a picnic there, in the forest. They wanted to be away from people, so this was the closest place they could possibly find.

"You bastard, I have a red stain on my shirt! It was very expensive, as a matter of fact." he said harshly. "Some people have good taste, and they need their clothes to be in check too." He tried saying this more calmly, but the tone of his voice still sounded irritated.

I already know who he's talking to. Me. "Well, I'm sorry, Mr. super-expensive-clothing, but food's messy. I thought you'd know this by now." I teased him, sneering slightly.

He rolled his eyes. "I do know, but I would never have thought that I would be eating...this." He exaggerated, pointing at the food on his plate. Steam was coming from the food "A bloody pizza. A muggle food." He said muggle with a rather harsh sound, like they were some sort of vicious carnivore.

"Oi, don't be rude. Muggle food is actually brilliant. You just always think on the negative side of things." I said, looking directly into his eyes. After a few moments of just eye contact, a faint hint of blush drew on his face. "Flustered aren't we?" I teased again.

"Shut up will you!" He said, looking down, embarrassed. I chuckle softly and place my hands across his jawline. His face feels so...smooth and tender. I rub my thumb, and he blushes even more.

"Look at me." I whispered softly. Am I romanticizing things too much at that precise moment? Probably. But I couldn't care less. That moment I wanted to savor forever.

Hesitantly, he looked at me. In my eyes. I saw the twinkle of hope and love in his eyes, but then they went blank and immediately looked back down.

"Hey! Do I look that bad?" I ask, trying to find some humor in this situation. I received no response from him. I became slightly worried if I went too far. I mentally slap myself and sigh. "Sorry..." I said, and I placed my hand back on the ground. He looked at me.

He opened his mouth, eager to say something, but closed it once more. Hesitantly he opened his mouth again and finally spoke. "No, I should be sorry, I'm the one who made things awkward." He said extremely softly. He rubbed the top of his left arm nervously.

"Hey, I told you to stop doing that." I said sternly.

"Do what?"

"Scratch your arm."

"I'm doing the top part of my arm, thank you very much."

"You're still scratching it."

"No, I'm not."

I sighed. "Okay, okay."

Why was I acting so toxic? It ticked me off. I saw him glancing around the area.

He had already stopped scratching his left arm, which he was leaning against now.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, slightly nervous.

"Just..nature. Nothing much." He responded, but he turned his back to face me, to see more depth of the forest. I crawl beside him, and I too look around. But I wasn't looking just at nature, I was looking at him too.

He was the most magnificent-looking person I had ever laid eyes on. His hair was slightly swaying around, messing up his "perfectly gelled" hair. Some of his hair was ever-so-slightly tilted to the side and some was just in its regular position. Some hair on his forehead was swaying slightly too. I would've commented on it, but he probably would get annoyed that his "precious hair" looked like a monster, as he said himself.

I could also see his eyes glow with wonder and love, and his facial expressions were as in awe, but also smiling. Like a child finding themselves having a new toy they would've thought they'd never get.

"Looking at me,-" He teased. The last part was cut off - why was it cut off? Was it forbidden to say?

"What did you say? I couldn't hear you." I asked, nervously.

"Bloody hell, are you deaf? We're literally right beside each other. I said 'Looking at me-'" The last part was cut off...again. I just shrugged it off, though. It's probably nothing, anyway. He rolled his eyes in an extremely arrogant way, but I knew he was just teasing me.

Right?

"Oh - right - sorry." I said, and I knew my face was a crimson red. Oh, it's always immensely embarrassing when you get caught doing something you immediately know you'll get teased for.

His eyebrows frussed into a worried expression. He frowned.

I sighed. "Can you actually finish your sentences! I can't hear the endings!" I cried desperately, trying to get any names, to figure out any clues of what the ending was. He immediatley took a look of pity and hugged me, pulling me close to him. I nuzzled closer to the crook of his neck.

"It's okay, I promise. We'll figure it out together, lo-" His sentence was cut off. Again. Before I knew it, I felt like crying. I knew what he was going to say. Perhaps love. Or, maybe it was looser. 

"I didn't hear the ending again. Are you playing another stupid prank or something?" I snap.

"I am saying the ending." He sighed.

"Well, maybe I can hear it if you come home. Please." I practically beg.

"You know that won't happen."  He said, looking down. 

"You make life so much harder than it needs to be." I said.

"Well, you know this is for the better good. A death eater isn't on the loose. But don't worry, we'll figure it out. Together." He responded soothingly.

We stayed like that in silence. After a few minutes I kept on hearing a new voice.

"Mate." I heard a voice whisper.

"Mate, hurry up." I heard in a rather bored tone.

"Mate! We're going to be late if we don't hurry up!" The person said, raising their tone, becoming inpatient. My eyes snapped open and I slapped them, not knowing who they were.

He looked to see Ron's traumatized expression. I felt the tension beginning to build up.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else..." I said awkwardly. "A lot of weird stuff happened last night."

"Yeah. I know." Ron said in a hushed tone.

"Now keep your voice down please." I said

I told him partially everything that happened last night. I didn't put any names though. Ron nodded in understanding, but the look in his eyes made me know that he didn't. It was nice to have someone to talk to. It was comforting.

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