Drarry One-Shots

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𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸𝟸.𝟷𝚔
𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟹𝟷𝚜𝚝, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝚝𝚘𝚙!𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢)
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 (𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢)
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"Dress nice tonight," Harry pulled a blue button-up off of a hanger and held it out in front of himself. He could never tell if he looked good in blue. "Ron says he wants this to be a fancy dinner."

Draco, who had just left the bathroom, rolled his eyes. He was wearing nothing but a fluffy green towel draped loosely around his waist, blond hair air-drying atop his head. "Since when do I ever not dress nice?"

Harry shrugged. "Fancy dinner. Take it up with Ron, he wanted me to remind you." He held up the blue shirt to his own bare torso, looking in the mirror. He scrunched his nose. It seemed a bit plain.

Draco sighed. "You know he only said that so that I would remind you to dress nice." He eyed Harry's shirt choice. "Don't wear that. As a matter of fact, burn it. Where's that nice green one Blaise got you?"

He stalked over to where Harry was and lightly pushed the man out of the way of the wardrobe. He searched inside, peering around for the shirt that supposedly made Harry's eyes pop. "I could have sworn I hung it up in here. When was the last time you wore it?"

Harry cringed, leaning over to wrap his arms around Draco's waist from behind. "Don't think you'll find it in there, love."

Draco continued searching in spite of that statement. Harry kissed his bare back which was still warm from the shower. "Why not?" the blond asked. "I specifically remember hanging it in here."

"That was a month ago," Harry reminded him gently.

"So? How often do you wear one specific button-up? You have enough to run a small shoppe in Hogsmeade."

"I wore it two weeks ago, remember? To that date we went on in Vienna?"

Draco stiffened. "Oh?"

"Yes, and..." Harry hesitated. "That shirt was one of your, uh, casualties of the night."

Draco whirled around, facing Harry with a flushed complexion. "You let me tear that shirt apart? The one that my best mate got you? Your nicest shirt?"

"I didn't let you, you just did it!" Harry countered. "Besides, I was a bit distracted by—"

"Merlin, Potter, your libido shan't be allowed to get in the way of having nice things!"

"Excuse me, I think it was your libido that got in the way considering you were the one who ripped the thing off of me."

Draco's left eye twitched a bit. "Where is the shirt now?"

Harry shrugged, letting himself look away from the unsurprisingly miffed man in front of him. "I don't know where it ended up after you murdered it."

"Murder—"

"Relax, Draco, I'm teasing you. I'll wear a different shirt."

"Not the blue one."

"The one headed for the burn pile? I wouldn't dare dream of embarrassing you with that thing."