Drarry One Shots

Avada Kedavra AU

This idea came to me in the shower...so...voila!

Oh, this is a Muggle AU.

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Draco Malfoy walked the halls of his mansion, his polished shoes squeaking against the polished, dark green marble floor as he walked to dinner. He looked up at the walls, studying the many paintings on the walls as he went. They were all signed with the same signature, which you could see if you turned them over, onto the back.

His mother had recently become obsessed with the artist, and both male Malfoy's could understand easily. The paintings were done in great detail and skill. Draco passed one of his favorites. A castle, dozens of stories high and acres wide on a grassy plane. You could see every stone, every crack, every window, every blade of grass and every leaf on the trees on the edge of the painting. The clouds looked so very fluffy, the sky so blue.

Draco smiled as he entered the dining room. His mother and father where already seated at the head of the table, conversing quietly. When Draco entered he silently took his seat, and soon thereafter the meal arrived in their servants hands.

Halfway through the meal, Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, set down her fork, and wiped her mouth delicately.

"Darlings," She started, causing both males to turn their attention away from their food, and onto her. "the artist you very well know I favor is going to be showing a new piece at a show a few miles from here next week, and I plan to attend and see if it's worth my attention. Would either or you like to join me?" She asked, looking between the two.

"No thank you, darling." Lucious Malfoy, he husband declined a moment later. He really had no interest. The paintings were magnificent, but no doubt Narcissa would fall in love with the newest one as well, so he knew he would be seeing it quiet a lot soon after.

Draco, however, had a spark of interest. "I'd like to go, mother." He said quietly, and his mother smiled.

"Good. I believe he's your age, actually, Draco." Draco raised a surprised eyebrow. He was twenty, so those magnificent paintings had come from a twenty year old. Magnificent talent for someone so young, he mused.

"Indeed? What's her name again, mother?"

"His name, darling. It's Hadrian Potter. But I believe he's taken some interviews and has expressed his wish to be called Harry." Draco nodded, and went back to his dinner silently, mulling over the information.

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Mother and son walked elegantly into the building, which was, understandably, packed. They walked stiffly, managing to snag seats in the second row, just ten feet from the velvet ropes, which held a canvas, covered in a white cloth.

They were here early, of course. It wasn't till an hour later, that the lights dimmed and the room quietened.

"Hello, ladies and gents!" A man with dark brown hair said, coming to stand right in front of the ropes. He wore a suit, and was obviously a host. "As you are all aware, this is the showing of Mr. Hadrian Potters newest piece. As I'm sure all of you are eager, let's not dilly dally, shall we?" He asked, charming smile in place. Narcissa grinned slyly, and Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. Potter, if you could come out, please." Everyone turned to the curtain, which a man had just stepped through. Draco held in a noise of surprise. The man couldn't be older than he was. Twenty or so. He had messy raven hair, and starting bright green eyes under round, wire-framed glasses. He smiled charmingly, though a bit shyly as he stepped up to the covered canvass, causing the female portion to swoon ever-so-slightly.

"'Lo. I'm Hadrian Potter, obviously, and this is my newest piece, Avada Kedavra. I hope you enjoy, because I spent quiet a bit of time working on it." Harry smiled, before pulling back the cloth covering the painting.

Gasps rang throughout the room, and Hadrian smiled proudly, cloth clutched in hand as he straightened his back, looking over the audience. 

A giant skull was the centerpiece, painted in an unearthly green luminous glow, a snake coming out of it's mouth and twining around it. The eye sockets of both skull and snake glowed. The snakes fangs looked razor sharp. It appeared to be a floating image in the nighttime sky, trees dotting around it and a small crowd gathered at the base. 

One of Mr. Potter's more corrupted pieces, surely, Draco thought dryly before flickering his eyes to the artist. Quite handsome, but I'm sure there's much more to Mr. Potter than a pretty face and skill with a brush, Draco mused, eyes locked on the emerald orbs which were slowly going about the room.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and Hadrian seemed startled that anyone was paying attention to him. Hadrian held his ground, expecting Draco's eyes to flicker back to the painting, but as he did so Draco held his gaze. 

As Draco watched, enraptured as the emerald robs focused on him, he spied a slow blush crawling up the painters neck and ears, before Hadrian turned his eyes away, startled as the host came out.

"Truly another masterpiece, Mr. Potter," The host said, smiling. "I don't know how you keep doing it." Harry flushed again, and the host smiled before turned to the audience. "Let's start the bidding, shall we?"

Narcissa bought the painting. Which was no surprise to Draco. What was a surprise, however, was his mother telling him Mr. Potter personally gave the buyers the painting. 

Draco did not shuffle his feet while waiting for Mr. Potter. But his eyes did lock on the man when he came into the room. He smiled pleasantly at Narcissa, who smiled back before his eyes flickered to Draco, widening slightly. 

Hadrian valiantly fought the blush. 

"Mrs. Malfoy. I'm not surprised. It really is very flattering, I must say, to see you so often. I believe you have most my pieces." He said, his voice smooth besides a little break at the beginning, to which he coughed slightly to clear. 

"Almost all of them. Besides the first few that were bought before I found you." She said. 

"And who's this?" Hadrian said, smiling charmingly at Draco, who smirked back causing Hadrian to blink.

"My son, Draco. He's your age, I believe, if not a year or so older," She said, eyes twinkling. 

"Mr. Potter." Draco said, holding out his hand for a shake. 

"Mr. Malfoy. Nice to meet you. And I must say Narcissa, you look well for your age." Harry said, trying to make his hand stop tingling by wiping it on his pants and failing. 

Narcissa laughed, waving a dainty hand. "Mr. Potter, you flatter me." She said. "Dragon, be a dear and grab the painting, would you?" She said, and Draco almost glared at her for using his nickname in public.

"Yes mother," He said, nodding and grabbing the painting easily. Being close enough to grab it from Hadrian's hands meant he could see quite well how the man compared to him. Hadrian was a slight thing, much smaller than Draco's own broad frame, and almost a head shorter. 

"Dragon?" Hadrian inquired with a raised eyebrow and a quirked smile, almost causing Draco to groan.

"Mothers family has a habit of naming their heirs after constellations. Mine happens to be Draconis, the dragon constellation. Draco also means Dragon in Latin." He explained easily, having known this story like the back on his hand. Hadrian nodded in understanding. 

"Wonderful name, I must say."

Draco wasn't sure why he didn't want to leave. 

"Mr. Potter, would you perhaps like to join us for dinner one of these days?" Narcissa said suddenly, startling both men from their staring contest.

Draco could have kissed his mother. 

"Oh, Mrs. Malfoy I'd hate to be so intrusive-" 

And he could have punched Hadrian.

"I insist, Mr. Potter. It would be a delight." Narcissa said with a little wave of her hand. 

He could have kissed his mother again. 

"Oh, well I suppose..." Hadrian trailed off slowly, and Narcissa smiled.

Scratch the mother thing. He'd rather kiss Hadrian.

"Wonderful! I shall send an email. I hope to see you come in a few days time, Mr. Potter." Narcissa parted, leaving Draco trailing behind her with the painting in hand. He risked a glance over his shoulder only to see Hadrian looking right at him, and Draco really wanted to convince himself that it wasn't just because of the painting he held in his hands.

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Hadrian did indeed come in a few days time. Though Narcissa did not see it for he was in Draco's room, in his bed and underneath said boy, shouting in ecstasy. 

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I STARTED THIS MONTHS AGO AND JUST FOUND IT. I AM VERY HAPPY. Can you see the subtle, or maybe not so subtle transition on writing? No? Okay...I can. Maybe it's just cause it's me. 

Oh, and er....yeah I donno why it took such a sudden turn. Make sure to tell me you all got it, kay?