Drarry one-shots! <3

français

A little French key for common ones you'll see:

Non - no
Et - and
Bon - good
Mais - but (although)
Salut: hi

Once again my apologies for any crudely translated French 😅

This bitch is 9,461 words long
Hope its quality matches its quantity :)

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Harry sighed in frustration, glowering down at his French homework.

Language was not originally a course taught at Hogwarts, but after the war McGonagall was giving students, especially Eighth years, a little more freedom in what they chose to study. So, before the start of the year, Hermione had suggested a course on language studies, especially including French. She'd gotten some others on board, though Harry had no clue who, and Minerva had agreed. Especially given that knowing other languages could help communicate abroad, like how French would be useful with Beauxbatons.

Hermione had managed to convince Harry to take French, saying it was a lovely language. And, while he really had no particular interest, Hermione was Hermione, so he'd agreed. Also, he supposed, it could be helpful to communicate with other wizards when working as an Auror, if he became one.

"Besoin d'aide pour ça, Potter?"

Harry jumped as he heard a certain voice speak next to him. He turned, met by none other than Draco Malfoy. The only thing Harry had 100% understood of what Malfoy had said was 'Potter,' but now that he was taking it he had known at least that what the blonde had said was French.

"What?" Harry asked, caught off guard and also not having grasped much of anything of what he'd been taught so far in this class. Malfoy laughed lightly, surprising Harry further.

"I said, 'Need some help with that, Potter?'" Malfoy replied, chuckling once more.

"Oh," Harry said, dumbly.

"I didn't know you knew French, Malfoy..." he said, once again not really thinking.

"Oui, ever since I was a petit garçon."
Harry didn't know what that meant either, but Draco had gestured by nearly pinching his fingers together as he'd said it, so Harry figured he meant ever since he was little.

"Ah." Harry replied, glancing at Malfoy and then back at his homework. He was confused. Since when did French sound so hot? He'd heard it before, obviously in this class but also more when Hermione'd showed him a little bit one time. And sure, when Hermione had spoken in it it had sounded interesting, it was a nice language, but not hot. Somehow when Draco Malfoy spoke it he seemed to emanate it, making it flow graciously and fitting it perfectly with other words or other languages, like just a minute ago.  

"So," Malfoy began, snapping Harry out of his reverie, "I ask again. Do you need help with that, Potter?"

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"Ah de-mane"

"Non, à demain. De, more like 'doo,' et main, like 'mon'."

"À demain..."

"Bon!" Draco said, flashing Harry a dazzling smile as the brunette pronounced the phrase right the second time. Draco, ever the genius he was, (as he had said modestly one afternoon) had started Harry odd with simple words, phrases, slowly working his way up. Bonjour (good morning/hello), Je m'appelle (my name is), and, now, À demain (see you tomorrow).

After Harry had agreed to Draco's offer of help with his French, they'd been meeting up most to every weekday in the library, at whatever time they agreed on according to their classes that day.