drarry oneshots lol

Somewhere Only We Know

A/N: I have a little obsession with this song rn so enjoy, also this just feels like their song to me, it just fits so well. I wanna do more oneshots or baby series (only 2 or 3 short chapters) with songs I like :)

This takes place after the war during 8th year, with a few flashbacks to 6th year and a couple flashbacks to during the war. Draco and Harry were secretly friends 6th year but the different sides they were on tore them apart.
Until one fateful day.

The new 8th year common room and dormitory was uncomfortable for everyone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't talk a lot anymore. They all hated it, they missed being somewhat carefree kids and making forbidden potions in Moaning Myrtle's deserted bathroom, laughing about nothing, sneaking out with Harry's invisibility cloak, and going on adventures together. They couldn't look at each other anymore without seeing the pain that was previously haunting their eyes, and none of them wanted to think about it.

It was similar with Draco and his friends, except they didn't know if they could get over what he had done to so many innocent people, neither could he. Living with himself was so hard, especially without his friends. Everyone was plagued by nightmares and constant anxiety, it was always quiet. Both boys by now, had enough of it, and one after the other, decided to go for a walk to a certain place that neither of them could stop thinking about.

They were both surprised to see the other back at their old spot. A fallen tree by the shore of The Black Lake, on the edge of the forest. Charmed years ago so that nobody could come across it by mistake, it was the one place they felt truly safe. Harry spoke first. "I'm sorry, I'll go."

"No!" Draco blurted without thinking. "Sorry just, please stay? I can't bare being silent and alone for another moment." Harry smiled softly and nodded as they both sat right where they had laughed and hung out together, drinking firewhisky that Harry had "borrowed" from Seamus's hidden personal stash and teasing each other playfully instead of doing it with hostility. It was refreshing to think about, because Draco was the one person that he knew held nothing against him, and he did the same.

6th year

"Merlin's Balls, Harry, is that firewhiskey? How the bloody hell did you get ahold of that?" Harry grinned. "I may have borrowed it from a roommate without asking... or intending to return it." Draco gave him a smirk. "And you wonder why you were almost put in Slytherin." Draco teased, which made Harry laugh.

After they were both far too drunk to form a complete thought, just saying whatever popped into their heads and then laughing themselves senseless, Harry spoke up. "God you're pretty." He flashed Draco a goofy grin without letting it register what just slipped out of his mouth. Draco's face flushed and even with the alcohol Harry could tell, which only made his drunken smile wider. "I didn't know you had taste, Potter" Draco replied sweetly. They both laughed it off and in the morning, their shared admiration was forgotten, along with the alcohol.

8th year

Somehow, after all that time, it wasn't awkward. Not in the slightest. Harry asked Draco how he was doing and then proceeded to say It's not your fault, you know. You had no choice, you were just protecting your family, with another soft smile that made Draco weak at the knees. Then, Draco began crying, and laid his head on Harry's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around the blond boy sobbing quietly and finally, felt like he too could let go of all the pent up feelings he tried to hard to shove down.

And for a while, they just sat together in each other's tight embrace and cried. Crying slowly turned into talking. It felt nice to finally be able to talk about what happened, and after a bit, they started to feel better, more at ease.