Drarry One Shots

Lost Glasses

Harry woke up, blinking rapidly as his fingers searched for his glasses automatically on the bedside table. He had his eyes closed, and it took his hand a full minute of searching before he frowned and open his eyes. He, of course, couldn't see a thing. Everything resembled little dots of violent color.

He was nearsighted, so Harry leaned in as close as he could and squinted. He couldn't see a thing!

Did someone steal my Glasses? Oh bollocks, someone stole my glasses...Harry thought sorrowfully. He couldn't have misplaced them. He clearly remembered putting them down, then rolling over in his bed. But who had done it? Only people he trusted could've gotten into the sixth year Gryffindor dorms, so it must've been one of them...but Harry trusted all his dorm mates!

Sighing, Harry grabbed a glass of water he kept handy, and took a drink, silently preparing himself for all the pointed fingers he wouldn't be able to see and all the laughs he would be able to hear. Really, he would be a pitiful sight, stumbling around blind. "Ron!" He croaked.

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It was truly a pitiful and entertaining sight; The Boy-Who-Lived, stumbling around, waving his right arm about him, as his left was in Hermione's tight hold, leading him around.

Halfway through his first class, Harry had resigned himself for a drop in his grades till he either got his glasses back or got new ones.

By lunch, rumors where flying about who had stolen The Golden Boy's glasses. The suspect list had a wide range, from fangirls to Death Eaters. Honestly, Harry didn't know which he thought worse. Fangirls, Harry decided as he heard coo's and giggles as he ran his knee on the Gryfindor table. "Bloody hell!" He swore in pain.

"Sorry mate!" Ron, who was now leading him, apologize, and Harry assumed he had a sheepish face. Harry scowled as he rubbed his knee. Fangirls are certainly worse. Though, both are obsessed, lethal, and crazed...they really aren't that different. Harry chuckled at his own thoughts, but the smile was soon given away to a scowl. The girls he assumed where following had made bloody swooning noises!

After lunch, Harry was ready to punch half the school. Three days later, still without his glasses, Harry was getting desperate, and very frustrated. He had been without his glasses for three days now, and dinner was ending. He walked out slowly, wanting to stomp out but knowing that it was a bad idea in his blind state. "I swear to Merlin if someone would just find my glasses and return them, I would bloody kiss them! Female or male. I know you're making that face Ron. Don't look at me like that."

Harry did not notice the blond Slytherin who's ears had perked up, being just in hearing rage as the Trio passed the table.

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A week later Harry was stumbling on his own to breakfast on a Saturday. Hermione and Ron where off somewhere, and though Harry had promised to wait in the common room, they all knew there was a slim chance of that happening. Like bloody hell I'm waiting while they have a go at it, Harry grumbled, shakily and slowly walking down the corridor.

"Potter!" The familiar drawl startled him, making him jump slightly. He turned, and squinted. He could hardly make out a shock of blond hair moving quickly into touching distance.

"Malfoy?"

"Potter. Here, I think you lost these." Before Harry even had a chance to react, a soft hand grabbed his palm, and shoved something cold into it. Harry felt his face light up and he felt the familiar frames of his glasses.

Harry spent no time dilly-dallying, and shoved them onto his face, blinking as everything came into rapid focus for the first time in almost two weeks. A huge smile stretched onto his face as he looked around. He heard a cough, and he snapped his head back to the blond waiting oh-so-not patiently.

"Thank you, Malfoy! I owe you one!" Harry said happily, marveling at how beautiful The Hogwarts Castle really was.

"Yes, you do, Potter. Say, remember what you said about a week ago, around the end of dinner? Something about kissing someone if they returned your glasses, whether it be male or female?"

Harry cocked his head. "Yeah." He said confusedly.

"Well, I think I know how you can pay me back." Malfoy smirked, and Harry realized just how close together they where. Hardly a foot of space.

"Erm..." Harry wasn't quite sure how to react, and he slowly backed up, only for Malfoy to follow with a neat step. He took another step, but ended up banging his head on the wall. "ah, where did you f-find them?" Harry stuttered, staling for time.

"I had a first year steal them for me. Simple, really." Malfoy shrugged, getting ever closer. They where half a foot apart now.

"Hey! Why did you steal them?" Harry asked, outraged.

"I have my reasons." Malfoy smirked, toe to toe now. "None of which I believe you need me to tell you." Malfoy reached up, and trapped Harry between his arms, propped on either side of his head.

"Malfoy-I don't-you really-why are you doing this?" Harry asked, voice shaking.

"Do I have to spell it out to you? I wan't you, Potter." Just like that, Malfoy went from leaning over him, trapping him, to being pressed fully against Harry, ravishing his mouth.

Harry had no idea how to react to the onslaught. Malfoy kissed with a reason, a passion. He was relentless. Harry suddenly realized just how soft Malfoys lips where, crushed against his own. Harry realized another thing; Malfoy had just stolen his first kiss. The bastard!

But, damn, what a kiss. Reason leaving him, Harry decided, it was his first kiss after all. Surely, he should respond?

Harry slowly moved his lips in an inexperienced way, making Malfoy moan and only try harder to slip his tongue into Harry's mouth. Malfoy bit Harry's bottom lip harshly, making Harry yelp; a perfect chance to slip it tongue in.

A he took that chance, damnit.

Soon, it became a struggle of hair pulling, lip bruising, nose breathing, and touching. Oh, sweet Merlin, touching! Harry was in pure heaven. This was all so knew, so sudden, and damn, he was turned on.

It seemed like forever but all to soon when Malfoy pulled away. Their breath was ragged and shallow. Malfoy smirked, still breathing through his mouth in an effort to get more oxygen into his mouth.

"Not bad, Potter, but I think you need to repay me more for returning your sight. Seventh floor corridor. Outside the Room of Requirement. I believe you're familiar with the place." Smirking, breath regained, Malfoy started to walk off, hardly hearing the words come out of the others mouth, making his breath hitch and feet stutter.

"Damn...one bloody hell of a first kiss, that was..." Draco fully knew he was not meant to hear those words. He was even sure that Harry hadn't even meant to speak out loud. Draco glanced back, and his eyes darkened.

Harry sat on the floor, knees tucked up, one hand touching his lips and a dreamy smile on his face. Oh yes, he was coming tonight. In more ways then one. With a sinister smirk and tight pants Malfoy walked off, away from the Gyrffindor.

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...Guys...important question here...I'm willing to continue this, and do smut...if you guys want me to...be warned, while I read smut every single fucking day, I have never written any...so...you guys tell me if you want me to do a part two of this and do a bit of smutty smut, yeah? Or, I could do it with a different part. 

I already know what you're all going to say, but still.

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