Drarry Oneshots 👍

Under the Willow Tree

Harry Potter loved a lot of things.

He loved his cat, Delilah, he loved the sound rain made, he loved desserts, he loved music, empty cafés, books, and so, so much more.

He also loved his best friend, Draco Malfoy.

But he didn't need to know that.

Harry and Draco were sat underneath the Willow tree just outside of Harry's house. It was quiet there, and shaded, almost completely cut off from the rest of the world. So that was their hideout, a secret place that they could slip off to when everything else was too hard to handle.

Draco had a sketchbook open on his lap, his head bent in concentration as he traced his pencil against the page. Harry was sprawled out on the grass, staring up at the sky. He would turn his head every so often, his gaze lingering on Draco. He looked so pretty, with a halo of light playing on his snowy blond hair, and the black of the tattoos running up his arm standing out against his pale skin.

He had a mole just below his jaw - the one that caught Harry's attention the most. He found himself wanting to kiss it. Draco caught him staring, and smiled. "Is there something on my face?" Harry jerked back into reality, and his face reddened. "Uh-no, sorry. I just..." his eyes flicked down to his best friend's lips, and then back towards his eyes. "Got distracted."

Draco laughed. It was a sweet sound, and over far too quickly in Harry's opinion. "No, no, it's fine. I don't mind. I get distracted sometimes too." He flipped over his sketch pad to show Harry the drawing on the last page. He had drawn Harry in the position he was in before - lying on the grass, staring up at the clear blue sky.

Harry marvelled at the details. He was smiling in the sketch, appearing effortlessly pretty and calm. Draco gave him a nervous glance. "Do you like it? I spent ages, and—" Harry threw his hands up, beaming.
"I love it! You're getting even better at realism these days, that art school is sure to accept you!"
Draco blushed.

"Thanks Harry. Are you sure you love it?" Harry nodded, smiling. It was so hard to focus when Draco was grinning at him like that. He was so cute. "Yeah, of course I do! I love your sketch, and I love you!" Harry stopped in his tracks, quickly realising what he had just said. Luckily though, Draco didn't seem to have heard.

"Hmm?" Harry gave a loud cough, willing his face not to go red. "Nothing— I mean, I said that I loved your drawing!" He paused, digging into his pocket for a small piece of paper. He drew a little stick figure with a heart next to it, and then showed it Draco. The blond smiled, drawing two stick figures holding hands in return, and showing it to Harry.

Harry blinked at it, scribbling down a few words on the other side of his paper.

Are they best friends?

Draco responded with another drawing, and a note.

No, silly, they're boyfriends.

He showed it to Harry, covering his face momentarily, before looking up to check the other boy's reaction. Harry's face was fully red, but he looked back down, scribbling a quick response.

Are they us?

Draco smiled, and light peaked through the gaps in the Willow Tree, making him seem all the more dreamy. "Maybe," he folded up his sketch of Harry, calmly placing it onto the grass, "but they kiss. We don't." Harry leaned forwards, his eyes flicking down to Draco's lips. "Can we be like them?" He paused.
"Can we kiss?"

Draco closed the gap before Harry had time to panic, and did something Harry thought he could only fantasise about. He kissed him. Harry smiled when they both pulled away, his soft green eyes fluttering open. Draco blushed, and gave an anxious sigh.
"I messed up, didn't I?"
Harry shook his head, hesitating before pressing his lips back onto Draco's.

He broke the kiss, hand still on the other's chest.
"What does this mean for us?" Draco whispered.
Harry grinned, resting his hands on the back of Draco's neck. "I'll call you mine, if you say I'm yours." He got answered with a smile.
"I'm yours."

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Harry Potter loves his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

He loves the way his eyes sparkle when he laughs, he loves the way he always knows what to say, he loves the way his face lights up when he talks about what his hobbies, and so, so much more.

No one knew, of course. It was their lovely secret, the reason both boys would smile when they saw each other. And when people would ask- 'what's going on?' they would simply shake it off with a short response, and a faraway shine, because only they knew what had happened underneath the Willow Tree.

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A/N: Alright, so I know that I said the next oneshot would be uploaded in, like, two days, but I've been through literal hell for almost a week, so I haven't really had any time. Anyways, here's some fluff before I go elsewhere. Bye loves!