Drarry One Shots

What the Hell is Wrong With Potter?

     Draco's eyes narrowed. Something was...off. Hogwarts was it's usual quiet self, as it had been after the war, so that was fine. The Hufflepuffs still smiled warmly and chatted idly. The Ravenclaws still had their homework laid out in front of them, or a book, or were quietly eating. The Slytherins were as silent as ever, still the smallest of the four houses. The Gryffindors were still the loudest, and were still practically shouting as they ate breakfast. 

     Draco's eyes skimmed to his boyfriend, who ate silently, as always, to Granger, who sat next to him, a book propped up on a milk jug, to Weasley, who was across from Harry, shoving food into his mouth and trying to talk at the same time. 

     He did a double take, his eyes narrowing further as they settled on Harry. something was different. He turned to Pansy after being unable to figure it out. 

     "What the Hell is wrong with Potter?" He demanded, startling the girl who had been talking to Daphne. She raised an eyebrow, before her eyes flickered to Harry. 

     "He lost the glasses," She said shortly after only a moment, before turning back to her conversation. Draco looked at Harry again, and indeed, he had lost the glasses. He had of course seen Harry without his glasses, but his brain was either always clouded with sleep or pleasure, so it made Harry look...different. 

     He couldn't stop looking throughout the day, and Harry noticed, and raised an eyebrow at him whenever his friends weren't looking, to which Draco just smiled. Harry rolled his eyes, and the day continued like this.

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     Draco was annoyed. All day, something in the back of his head had been nagging him, from the moment he woke up to see Harry getting ready for his job as a healer. He had watched silently, unable to pin point just what was different with the black haired boy. 

     It bothered him as he ate, cleaning the house a bit and took a shower. It was getting on his nerves greatly and he was restless to wait until Harry got back to ambush him. 

     When Harry did walk into the door of their shared apartment, Draco pounced on the twenty-one year old. 

     "What did you change?" He demanded, startling the dark haired man who had been taking off his shoes. 

     "What do you mean?" Harry asked, eye brow raised. 

     "You changed something. I don't know what, but you did. It's been bugging me all day. What did you change?" Draco demanded yet again. Harry snorted, pecking his fiance on the lips. 

     "I got rid of the contacts, Draco. It's bad for your eyes to wear them for too many years. I got my glasses back," He explained slowly, and Draco blinked again, the change suddenly becoming very obvious. 

     "Oh." He said, feeling stupid. Harry shook his head, pecked him on the lips again and went to their room to change, Draco following, the feeling of foolishness still nestled in his chest. 

     The feeling didn't go away until Harry came back out, and kissed his cheek. "You haven't changed much since school, really." He murmured, and Draco blinked at the sudden rush of memory. 

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Not much, I know, but I've been doing a lot of requests lately and I have two more to do, as I'm doing them in order and it's been a while since I did something of my own ideas, and I wanted to. The next request, Music, should be up tomorrow or the day after. Depends on when I start working on it. Or it may not be up for a week. I'm rather forgetful, you see, and other stories have been distracting me.