Drarry One Shots

Row Row Row Your Boat

Harry fumed as he walked (some could argue that he was stomping) down the Hogwarts corridor, Hermione following closely, ranting, Ron right behind her.

"Honestly, Harry how could you not know the story of Little Red Riding Hood?" Hermione exclaimed, and, despite not wanting to attract crowd (not that there already wasn't one) by exploding at her, Harry nerves were being dragged back and forth on that little borderline.

Harry abruptly spun around, causing Hermione to stop in her tracks to avoid smashing into him. Her face was red, as was Harry's, one from anger and one from frustration.

"Well, Hermione, some of us don't grow up a perfectly normal childhood and grow up knowing such stories like the back of their hand!" Harry countered, making Hermione pause.

"Really, Harry, you don't even know Cinderella!" Hermione ranted.

Harry couldn't believe how stupid this fight was, but his nerves, already shot from all the homework the teachers had been forcing on the sixth year students, couldn't convince him it was a stupid thing to get mad at.

"So what?" Harry asked, motioning wildly. He paid no mind to the huge crowd that had already gathered, watching silently.

"Harry, some of these stories, though highly impractical, teach us valuable life lessons from an early age! Honestly, do you even know nursery rhymes? Mary Had a Little Lamb? Humpty Dumpty? Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?" Hermione listed.

"Oh, I know a nursery rhyme or two! So, you know what Hermione? Why don't you go and just row row row your boat, the hell away from me?" Harry shouted, angered beyond reason. He saw red as he stomped away, taking satisfaction as the crowd parted like the red sea before him.

Hermione tried her best to calm her red face, but the laughing and the joyful cheers which were the response to Harry's comeback rotated all around her. Hermione walked out, Ron in tow.

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Harry sat in alone corridor, fiddling with his fingers. Now that he no longer saw red, he knew how childish and utterly stupid the whole thing had been, and felt his face flaming.

"Potter," A voice greeted, and Harry looked up. Malfoy stood, standing over him.

"Malfoy," Harry greeted, not at all in the mood for a fight.

"Tell me, Potter, that...thing, you were shouting at Granger, 'row row row your boat', how does it properly go?" Malfoy asked suddenly after a moment of silence.

"Er, well, it's what muggles call nursery rhymes. Just little songs," Harry said softly. "That one is called Row Row Row Your Boat. Rather short, in my opinion, er, it goes, I think, er..." Harry scrunched his eyebrows together. "Ah! It goes,

Row, row, row your boat,

Gently down the stream.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream." Harry sang softly, a small smile coming to his face.

To his utter astonishment, Malfoy sat down next to him a moment later, his face expectant. "Tell me more," He demanded, making Harry chortle.

"I'm not the most..knowledge filled person when it comes to these kinds of things, but I know a few," Harry shrugged.

For the next hour or so, Harry and Draco sat in a corridor, Harry telling and singing all the muggle childhood stories and nursery rhymes he knew, and when that ended, as his knowledge was limited, they moved on to other things, such as Quidditch, exams and homework.

By the time curfew told them it was time to go back to their dorms, Harry and Draco both left smiling, now on a first name basis. They both felt rather pleased with themselves, especially Draco, since that had been his mission, after all.

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Any request? At all? I do take requests...it says so in the description...not that I don't already have enough ideas, but, you know, if you have anything specific you'd like to see, I can write pretty much everything Drarry. And, yes, I HAVE STARTED LOST GLASSES PART TWO, SMUT VERSION, and it should be one of the next few updates. But, you know, I take request. I think I'll go back, and add some smut (Of course, after I finish Lost Glasses) to the more...frisky chapters. Yeah? Yeah. I'll put warnings of course.