Drarry one-shots! <3

Pick me up

Basically just a bunch o' short scenarios in which Harry & Dray use pick up lines on each other, or say random flirty things. Some may be like muggle AU bc certain lines only make sense w/ first meeting.

3,781 words :))

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"Hey, Potter." Malfoy said, walking over to the boy as he sat with his friends, picking at his food.

"What, Malfoy?" Harry asked tiredly, really not in the mood to deal with the blonde's bullshit.

"See, I'm writing a paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you?"

Harry just stared at him with wide eyes, mouth open slightly. So, Draco continued.

"I was thinking the Three Broomsticks, tomorrow, 2:00?"

Harry thought for a moment, before nodding.

"Er- yeah, okay." He was blushing madly, avoiding all his friends' eyes as they stared at him as though he'd lost his mind.

"Brilliant. Now don't be late, it's bad luck for an interview." Draco said, winking before walking away.

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"Sweetheart, do you have a pencil?"

"Er- no, why?"

"Because I'd like to erase your past and write our future."

Harry was at a loss for words as Draco smiled and kissed him on the cheek, eventually just sighing and leaning his head on the smiling blonde's shoulder.

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"Hey, Malfoy!" Harry called, catching up to the Slytherin, who was currently walking alone.

"What, Potter." Malfoy replied, rolling his silver eyes as Harry stepped in front of him and he met the brunette's green ones.

"Do you like my shirt?"

"No offense, but why would I give a bloody fuck about your shirt?"

"Because it's made of boyfriend material." Harry said, smirking at the momentarily surprised Draco.

"Well I suppose, then, I could like your shirt Potter." Draco said, then began to walk past the shorter. He stopped right next to him, murmuring,

"But I'd like it better on my bedroom floor."

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"Harry?" Draco called from the other room of their flat.

"Yeah?" Harry yelled back, currently pulling on his jeans after getting out of the shower.

"Can you come out here, darling? It's important."

Harry fumbled with a button. "Uh- yeah, sure! Be out in a sec!" He hollered, now slightly worried, given that Draco had said it was 'important.' Usually anytime someone said something was important in his life, things went terribly wrong. As in 'important' usually translated to: get ready for your life to blow the fuck up in your face. So Harry dreaded what 'important' was. Especially because he'd been planning a way to propose to Draco for months now, and he didn't want something to ruin it.

He was tugging his shirt over his head as he entered the room Draco was in, which was actually their outdoor patio. It was on a balcony, a beautiful view of the city.

Harry took a moment, noticing the beautiful hung lights all around, as well as the roses in a vase on the table, along with some candles, and a notebook sat right in front of Draco.

"Dray... what..?"

"Well you see, Potter." Draco said, standing up with the notebook in hand, looking down at it. "I've been planning my future, and I wanted to ask you..." Harry gasped as the notebook Draco was holding suddenly transfigured into a box.