Drarry one shots

Yule Ball

I know that it's been a while . So I may be a lil rusty . I kinda forgot about this app but now I'm sad again so yeh. We back on it :)

Harry paced back and forth in his dormitory as Ron watched in awe. " this is about your 60th time , mate" Ron said as Harry sped past him , then sped past him again. His words fell on deaf ears. " Sixty one!!" Ron exclaimed when Harry sped past again. And again. " Sixty two- bloody hell. This has got to stop."

Ron leapt up from his bed and wrapped his arms around Harry . Harry jerked sideways in his arms and almost sent Ron toppling. " Bloke , what's wrong with you?" Ron exclaimed . Harry looked at him blankly before freeing his right arm and adjusting his glasses.

" Nothing's wrong." Harry replied , knowing full well that Ron wasn't convinced for a second. Harry began squirming and Ron , realizing that he was still restraining Harry , let go. Harry walked over to his bed and sat down. Ron heard a slight crinkling sound. Ron looked at Harry with curious eyes and his expression was returned with one of poorly concealed consternation. Harry's expression dropped and he blushed . " What's that?" Ron asked , sweeping his fingers heavily across Harry's blanket.

Harry skittishly pushed Ron's hands away from his hiding spot. " it's nothing!!" He exclaimed.

" It's not nothing. I may be dunce , but I'm not that dunce."
" Then you'll realize that it's not anything! It's just the sheets."
" if it's just the sheets , I suppose you'll let me have a look?"

Before Hardy could protest, Ron pushed him off the bed , from which he landed with a rather painful thud , and pulled back his blanket . A l folded , crinkled piece of parchment revealed itself .

" Ron, leave it alone!" Harry cried. " Seriously."

" okay, okay!" Ron said. " Jeez. It's just a piece of parchment , why are you so guarded?" But before Harry could answer , he started again " I'm going down to dinner . You... go get your head checked out or ... something." And with that he left .

Harry waited a few minutes to be sure that Ron would not return . He then grabbed the parchment and gazed at it. He hadn't opened it yet himself , though one thing was clear by the neat , pretentious signature and unnecessarily placed silver stamp: it was from Draco Malfoy.

Harry had spent half an hour pacing around his room, a knot sunken in the bottom of his stomach . He barely noticed when Ron had entered the room, and made no effort to answer his concerns. All that worried him was the contents of Draco Malfoy's letter .

He now looked at the letter and wondered if he should open it at all. Draco had discreetly dropped it on his desk when delivering a potion to professor Snape and made no eye contact with Harry to or fro. Harry had no idea what Draco intended . What if it was hexed or charmed? Yet, there was no perpetual feeling of such trickery , for , when dining in the hall , Harry had noticed the glanced toward him from Draco's way. On occasion, they would gaze at eachother for long periods of time. Draco would have a hint of a smile on his face as he traced Harry's with his eyes. Almost , a smile . He would then turn away as pansy turned his attention away , deflating Harry's heart .

Exhaling sharply, Harry opened the note . His breath hitched , then released. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The note read simply as such :

Do me the honor of aquatinting me to the Yule Ball. I shall be expecting an answer within , at maximum, a day.

Harry read and re-read the letter over and over until his glasses slipped from his nose and fell onto the outstretched parchment . This was surely a trick . Malfoy would never been seen near Harry, much less on a date with him. But those eyes... that hint of a smile .