Random OneShots

Fairies and Vampire

By: lavacxa on Ao3

Drarry

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'There is no way I am going to wear it.'

'Just try!'

'No way, Draco! I'm going to look like an idiot!'

'Stop whining, Harry, just put the damn wings on!'

It was Halloween and Harry was sitting in the middle of the floor in Draco's dormitory, looking every inch very miserably. He held a pair of shimmering wings that Draco had given him and was now making him wear for the party.

'You won't look like an idiot,' Draco sighed.

'Easy for you to say it. You look great. And hot,' Harry grumbled.

Draco's costume this year was, as he claimed, a sexy vampire. He had a black suit on, fake blood dripping down from the corners of his lips, and thanks to some makeup that he stole from Pansy, he also had black eyeliner and sparkly grey eye shadow under his eyes, making his already existing deep eye bags more prominent.

Draco smirked.

'I know, right? Being a vampire is something I was clearly born to do.'

Harry glowered at him, and then down at the wings.

'But why? Why do I have to be a fairy and you get to steal the attention, be the showstopper and walk around looking bloody incredible?'

Draco smirked again and then leaned in to cradle Harry's face.

'Harry,' he sighed deeply. 'Fairies are cute. And you are freaking adorable, if you ask me. It fits the vibe.'

Harry didn't seem too convinced but obediently put on the wings. Draco cast a spell on them and they started fluttering. He beamed and Harry made a gloomy face.

'Now for the rest of the costume,' Draco ordered, approached his wardrobe and, to Harry's great horror, took out something glimmering and shiny.

'No. No, no, no,' Harry started but had no chance with Draco.

Draco was soon forcing the fairy costume on Harry and Harry almost cried.

'Now. You look gorgeous, babe,' Draco grinned. 'Really brings out the colour of your eyes.'

Harry glanced in the mirror. He had a pinkish, flowy, ankle-length gown on, which made him look absolutely ludicrous. And to make it even worse, the wings still kept flapping like crazy.

Harry snorted at his own sight.

'No way. This is absurd.'

Someone banged on the door and Pansy marched in, dressed up like Harley Quinn. She eyed Harry carefully and did her best not to burst out laughing.

'Go on,' Harry sighed. 'Laugh. I won't be offended.'

So Pansy laughed, roaring for a good few seconds before she stopped, wiped off the tears and then looked at Draco.

'You look stunning,' she praised him happily.

'I know, Pans, thank you,' Draco smirked, self-satisfied. 'You don't look too bad yourself, although I have to admit, I am deeply shocked seeing you dressed up like one of those muggle characters.'

'I just like her style,' Pansy shrugged. 'And I could experiment with colours. Doesn't red just go perfectly with blue? I love it.'

'Those shorts are really short, though,' Draco's glance slid down Pansy's legs.

Pansy waved a hand.

'Oh, stop it, you spoilsport. And you are...' she glanced at Harry expectantly.

Harry glowered at Draco.

'That was his idea,' he spoke ruefully.

'He's a fairy. Isn't he adorable?' Draco blinked innocently and shot Harry a bright smile.

'Fairy or not, you should move your gay asses outside. The party's already started,' Pansy spoke and then left, slamming the door behind herself.

Draco managed to add some shimmering highlighter onto Harry's cheekbones, after the latter's rather unsuccessful protests, and they left. Harry felt as dumb as never before when they walked the dark murky dungeon corridors and his wings kept fluttering on his back.

'I'll become the laughingstock of the party,' he murmured.

Draco grabbed his hand.

'I won't let anybody offend you,' he said sternly. 'The only person who can make fun of your costume is me.'

'Oh. How comforting.'

They reached the Great Hall, with spooky music already reverberating inside and enchanted pumpkins floating all along the corridor walls.

'Well, I won't make fun of you, of course,' Draco added with a smug face and held onto Harry's hand tighter. 'Let's go.'

They entered, welcomed by the sweet scents of cakes, muffins and drinks. Hermione was standing nearby, dressed like Frida Kahlo, with colourful flowers entwined into her bushy hair. She waved at Harry and Draco as they entered, and then she frowned.

'Don't say anything,' Harry spoke before Hermione even managed to open her mouth. 'That was his idea.'

'I wasn't going to say anyth...' Hermione started but Ron approached them and cut in.

'Harry, mate! What the hell is that!' he burst out laughing, holding his stomach in half.

Harry patiently waited for him to stop his laughing fit.

'I'm a fairy,' Harry said confidently, which made Ron laugh even more.

'And what exactly are you, Weasley?' Draco arched a brow.

Ron's costume was highly unusual, that was true; he had a huge inflatable beige thing around his body and merely his face was sticking out.

'Are you a potato?' Draco demanded further.

Ron opened his mouth, then closed it.

'So you are a potato,' Draco spoke again. 'I dare say Harry has a better costume, so I don't understand why you laughed so cruelly at his attire.'

'Harry, you're my best mate, but I really don't understand your taste in men,' Ron murmured towards Harry and Harry cracked a smile.

'If you'll excuse us now, folks,' Draco said loftily. 'Me and my fairy shall go and party.'

And when they dived into the dancing crowd, Harry flung his arms over Draco's neck.

'So... Are you going to try and drink my blood, Dracula Malfoy?'

The corner of Draco's mouth lifted.

'Only if you want me to, Fairy Potter.'

And they danced their way into the spooky night, with thunders and rain outside hitting the windows, and nobody dared to comment on Harry's ridiculous costume.

Mostly, because Draco kept threatening to suck their blood out if they tried an insult.

But also, because Draco was a protective boyfriend. And that was one of the many reasons why Harry loved him so dearly.