Draco Malfoy Oneshots

Detention pt. 2

As soon as you opened your eyes you squeezed them together again, due to the bright sunlight already shining through the windows of your dorm. You didn't remember what woke you up because there was no sound except the twittering of the birds outside on the castle grounds and your bed felt comfortably warm and soft. You groaned as you carefully stretched your stiff limbs. Walking around the forest the whole night wasn't that fun anymore the next morning. When the memories of the last night slowly came back to your mind you couldn't help but smile.

You were still cuddled up into Draco's sweater. You took a deep breath of the comfy scent, that already threatened to vanish, as you passed the memories of the last night in revue.

You had been in the forest with Hagrid, Hermione, Ron and Draco. And after the first unsuccessful try to catch the Jarvey, you agreed to pair up with Draco to look for it. And when you had spent some time alone with him, you had realized, that he wasn't that bad at all. Actually, he had been really nice and had even given you his sweater when you got cold.

The sweater you were still wearing. When you had gone to bed last night, you had been too tired to change your clothes. But you didn't mind though. Because you had never worn something as cosy as this. You buried your face in the soft material of the sweater and took a deep breath, a little bit disappointed that you would have to change your clothes soon.

"Have you had sweet dreams?", you heard a mocking voice next to you.

You flinched and opened your eyes. Hermione had woken up too and sat on her bed, watching you with a small grin on her face. Slowly, you got up as well and rubbed your eyes.

"Don't remember.", you mumbled. That was half the truth. You didn't exactly remember your dreams, but you were pretty sure that the owner of the sweater had appeared in them. And you also had the feeling that the dream hadn't been that bad. But you didn't want to think about it right now. Because rather than getting lost in thoughts about the past, you wanted to get ready for the future. Or more precisely, the breakfast. Because you felt as if you were starving.

When you took a look at the watch on your nightstand, you quickly got up.

"C'mon, Mione, we have to get to the Great Hall before breakfast is done. I'm starving already."

Hermione got up as well and grabbed her thinks. As she saw you grabbing your spare clothes, she smiled again.

"Are you sure you want to change? I'm sure Malfoy wouldn't mind if he saw you in his clothes again."

"Shut up, Mione.", you mumbled, but you felt your cheeks redden. You felt certain anticipation when you thought about seeing Draco again but at the same time, you were also really nervous. Last night the bond between the two of you had felt magical. Surreal, but at the same time also familiar. But now that you kept the last night in perspective, nothing special had happened between you, even though for you it had felt like this. What if Draco didn't think the same? What if last night he had just tried to kill time and had just been friendly to you because it had been the best choice he had had? Whatever had happened between you, you wanted to deepen the relationship you had discovered and wanted to get to know him better. But what if he didn't want to? And if you would approach him, what would he think about you? Would he be annoyed? Would he even want to talk to you?

There was probably only one way to find out. And that's why you left your dorm together with Hermione only five minutes later.

"Malfoy? For real? Out of all the boys?"

"Well, there was no other boy last night.", you countered. "None I spent that much time with.", you added as Ron started to protest.

Harry had been anything but amused about the fact that you had spent that much time with his archenemy out there in the woods and coming back in his clothes. When you had gotten into the Great Hall, Ron and Harry had already been sitting at the table and Ron had told Harry everything about last night. From his point of view of course. Which was, sometimes, not exactly absolutely correct.