Drarry One Shots

Shallowness May Bite You in the Arse

     IT'S MY BIRTHDAY. I'M EXCITED.

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     Potter and Malfoy. The latter, famous for picking on the former for various reasons. The former, famous for retaliating, but never giving reasons behind the reasons.

     Meaning, Draco would frequently pick on the black haired wizard for many things, his favorite ones being Harry's Fresh-Outta-Bed hair, and worn, baggie clothes. Harry would always fight back, shout an insult or something similar, and it would usually end up in either a fight near midnight or detention, if someone didn't separate them first. Though, Harry never gave a valid reason as to why his clothes were in the state they were.

     It was Draco's favorite game.

     Harry was his favorite to pick on because he was so...imperfect. Malfoy's had high standards. Harry was at the bottom at all of them, to him. It had been ingrained into his head at a young age.

     People had warned him the shallowness would come back to bite him in the arse, in one way or another. He paid no attention.

     Draco came to a screeching halt when he realized something on September ninth, the day he had intended to be the first fight between him and Harry of their seventh, and final year.

     Draco sat at the Slytherin table during breakfast, eyes narrowed at Harry, who sat next to Neville, also more commonly known as The Boy-Who-Lived. Also another of Draco's favorites to pick on. But none beat Harry.

     On Harry's other side had been Weasley, and across from Weasley, was Granger. Weasley had been stuffing his face, for lack of better words, and some of his drink had sloshed out of the cup, onto Harry's sweater.

     Harry, having been eating calmly as he talked quietly with Neville, stood up and seemed to have groan, by the facial expression. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the rather large wet spot on his sweater.

     Draco blinked. Something was off about Potter. It was stupidly obvious. But...he couldn't figure it out, exactly. It took him almost the rest of breakfast to figure it out.

     "Merlin," He murmured, eyes almost popping out of his head.

     "What's wrong, Draco?" Astoria Greengrass asked. Blond. Tall. Elegant. Pretty. Thin. Smart. Pureblood. Respectable blood line. Perfect.

     He waved her off. "Nothing, Astoria. Don't worry." He said, returning back to his food while he could, watching Harry through his lashes.

     Potter wasn't as...imperfect any more. Suddenly, his clothes fit. They showed off the thin, lithe body that had only been hinted at before by small hands and over-sized Quiddich gear. He was suddenly...decent looking. He didn't look completely horrible. His fingers no longer seemed long and skinny, but rather...elegant. He seemed to have reached a growth spurt, and was a few inches taller, almost as tall as Draco.

     His hair, while still just as messy, was no longer a...bad messy. It was a good messy, for some reason. Like he had gotten shagged recently. Draco wasn't sure why he sneered at the thought. Maybe because the idea of Potter in such a position was horrendous?

     His glasses no longer looked stupid, round and thin on his heart shaped face. Now they looked kinda adorable, if not slightly dorky.

     Harry smiled, showing off teeth that looked cleaner, and whiter than Draco could remember seeing. His eyes weren't facing Draco at the moment, but he had caught a glimpse for a moment earlier, and they seemed to almost...glow, oddly enough. It was as if Draco's eyes had changed. A little switch in his brain had been flicked.

     The bell rung, startling Draco.

     He almost regretted leaving. Potter was..nice to look at, now.

     He walked away, glancing at Potter over his shoulder as they went different directions for their proper classes, all thoughts of an argument or fight batted out of his head.

    People always told him his shallowness would someday bite him in the arse.

     But he rather liked it. It came in handy. If he thought Potter attractive, than he certainly was, and somehow Draco had noticed it first.

     The day passed, and Draco wondered if he should start talking to Potter, now that he was...that. Maybe even....

     Hmm. If Potter was attractive, and by Malfoy's standards as well, then...well, the whole school would be going after him now.

     As the last bell besides the dinner one rang, Draco narrowed his eyes in determination, picking up his things as he went.

     He'd have Potter, damnit. Only the best.

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Yeah. So. Birthday. Mine. Today. If you'll notice, I made the date of the planned 'fight' the same as today's...how many of you caught that? And about the nature of the one shot...I donno. This has been sitting in my drafts for like a year. BECAUSE HOLY SHIT I'VE HAD THIS ONE SHOTS THING FOR OVER A YEAR LIKE FUCK.