𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

1 - a taste so sweet

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 .
warnings; n/a

set in sixth year, if the plot of harry potter was to go differently from the half-blood prince onwards. snape is still working at hogwarts! it starts with an adaptation of one of my favourite scenes to fit the plot of the oneshot, and i do hope you enjoy!

[ wc — 4405 ]

harry wanders into his dorm, marauders map in hand. the dorm is quiet as he walks in, eyes trained on the floor, but then he notices a stray wrapper. following the trail of wrappers that lead up onto his bed and then to the floor in front of the window to the left of it, he furrows his brows as he sees ron sat staring out into the night sky.

"it's beautiful isn't it?" ron says, cross-legged where he is sat, "the moon."

harry, momentarily shocked into a confused silence, feels his eyebrows furrowing even more. "divine."

he idly looks around the area ron is sat in, looking at how many wrappers are strewn haphazardly across the wooden floorboards of their dorm. "had ourselves a little late night snack did we?"

ron turns to him then, a goofy smile playing on his lips. "it was on your bed, the box," he says, referring to the heart-shaped box clutched in his hands as he stands, "i just thought i'd try one. or twenty. i can't stop thinking about him, harry."

harry stares at ron in utter confusion, but shakes his head and begins to move towards his bed. "who's he? i thought you were seeing lavender still," he responds as he climbs over his bed to put the map on top of his bedside table.

"lavender's nothing compared to him." ron swiftly climbs onto the bed besides harry, and the raven haired backs away at the sudden intrusion to his personal space. "i think i love him!"

harry just stares at ron in utter confusion, watching as the ginger begins to nod his head. "well, brilliant!" harry says, backing off of the bed to sit on the one next to it. ron scoots to the edge, feet meeting the floor as he continues to clutch the heart-shaped box to his chest.

"do you think he feels the same?" ron questions, that same goofy grin still gracing his face.

"i bloody well hope so," harry replies, a small smile lifting on his lips at his friend's strange words, "it would be a bit odd if you loved this mystery bloke you've been seeing without telling me and he didn't feel the same."

ron's smile drops then, eyebrows furrowing in confusion just like harry's had earlier. "seeing? i haven't been seeing him."

the same confused expression graces harry's face then. "well, what have you been doing then? who is 'him', exactly?"

"draco, of course. draco malfoy."

ron's smiling again now, and harry feels a little bit of relief. he's joking, obviously. "okay, very funny." he stands, walking over to the mess on the floor and beginning to pick the wrappers up. he hears movement from besides him, and next thing he knows he's being hit by the very box ron has had hold of since he entered the room.

"oww, what was that for?!" he straightens, backing away from the angry ginger.

"it's no joke!" ron exclaims, outraged, "i'm in love with him!"

"alright your in love with him, but last time i checked you thought he was a slimy git!"

ron's expression seems to soften a bit then, and his gaze drifts to the floor. "no... he's not slimy. or a git. i want to see him," there's a moment of silence, and then a smile rises on ron's face as he meets harry's eyes again, "can you take me to him?"