Drarry One-Shots

Missing Factors

"Well, Astoria-"

"Take her name out of your mouth."

Harry crossed his arms defiantly, jealously quite obviously in his features.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Jealous much?"

Harry let out a breath, biting his tongue and gently shaking his head. "No, but you can't blame me for getting a little upset,"

"What do you mean, for what reason would you have to be upset?"

Harry couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen last night. Draco, HIS Draco and that Greengrass girl, Astoria. Draco hugging her waist, his nose in her light brown hair. Astoria, arms around his neck, whispering quietly in his ear.

"Do you like her?"

Draco cocked his head playfully to the side. "Yes, she's one of my...close friends," He raised his eyebrows again at Harry, his lips quirking slightly.

Harry huffed. "I meant..." he trailed off, his heart beating softly. His eyes traveled back up towards Draco's grey orbs.

"Does it matter? Maybe I do like her. More than a friend." All playfulness gone, he locked eyes with Harry.

"Does that bother you, love?"

Harry gulped, cheeks red, and glanced up at the ceiling. "Yes," he so badly wanted to say. He wanted Draco to smile lovingly and stalk slowly towards him, grabbing him and then-

"Harry."

Harry glanced back up, clearing the thoughts from his head. "No, Draco. It does not bother me. Now politely shut up you twat,"

Draco only smirked, crossing his arms. He stepped towards Harry, his pupils dilated.

"Language Potter. I don't like her like that. She's nice, but she's missing some important factors." He smiled looking down at Harry. "My my Harry, you're so short,"

Harry shoved him back, glaring. "I am not short. And what do you mean she's missing some "important factors?" He raised his eyebrows questionably.

Draco sighed, shaking his head. He stepped towards Harry again, attempting to take the other boy's hand. "Well-"

Harry pulled his hand away sharply, cheeks red. "Stop-"

Draco held his hand tightly and pulled Harry tightly against his chest. his breathe mingling in Harry's raven hair.

Harry's breath hitched, and this time he didn't pull away, couldn't pull away. He looked up at the taller boy, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest.

Draco smiled softly, brushing a strand away from Harry's scarred forehead. (from a car crash from when he was a child)

"kiss me, kiss me-" Harry pleaded in his head. He held his breath as Draco leaned down towards his lips.

Draco grinned, pulling away sharply, turning on his heels.

Harry's mouth fell open slightly, cheeks red, disappointment clear on his face.

Draco walked backwards, smirking at Harry.

"She isn't you,"