Drarry Oneshots- Smut and Fluff

The Bathroom❤️

So stories that involve smut will have a red heart next to them as a warning so if you want to skip them you can<3 (I don't really like this story cos I wrote it when I was young however feel free to read for yourself and leave feedback)

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Harry was sat in the great hall at the Gryffindor table, it was dinner time, and everybody was eating happily, including Harry. Ron and Hermione were bickering as always and Harry had zoned out, not listening to their petty disagreements. He found himself getting bored of staring down at his food and lifted his head to examine the hall and the students in it. His eyes scanned the room and landed on one student in particular. Draco Malfoy. Just the sight of him was enough to make Harry's blood boil and he scowled. He noticed that Draco had a sad expression on his face and wasn't eating but found it amusing that Malfoy could ever look upset and chuckled to himself. He was about to turn back to his food when Draco suddenly shot up and began walking towards the entrance of the great hall. He looked stressed and almost devastated, he looked worried. Harry's smirk fell as even he could tell something was horribly wrong for a Malfoy to look like that.

Harry mumbled a quick excuse to Ron and Hermione before standing up and following Draco. He left the hall and Malfoy was suddenly nowhere to be seen, Harry pulled out the marauders map, thankful that he kept it with him. He whispered Draco's name and a set of footprints suddenly appeared, he followed the map and footprints around a few corners, staying out of sight of Malfoy. After a few minutes of walking the footprints stopped in the boy's lavatory. Harry put away the map and walked into the bathroom slowly and cautiously with his wand at the ready, his right hand clutching it tightly. He stopped dead in his tracks. His first thought was that he'd gone mad and was seeing things but the scene in front of him didn't alter and his eyes widened. His grip on his wand loosened slightly as his hatred slowly seeped away and concern replaced it, he internally cursed his caring Gryffindor mentality.

There in front of his was Draco Malfoy, hunched over one of the sinks, his hands and arms holding him up, gripping onto the edge of the sink. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut and tears were streaming from his eyes and leaving tracks down his face. Harry's expression changed to one of confusion, Malfoy? Crying? Never. Except, he was. Harry studied Malfoy again, he wasn't just crying, he was sobbing. The Draco Malfoy was falling about right in front of Harry and he had no clue what to say or do so mumbled a slightly pathetic,

"Malfoy?" Draco's head shot up and the crying instantly stopped even though there were still tears sliding silently down his cheeks and falling to his shirt and the floor. Draco's eyes met Harry's in the mirror, and he turned around to face Harry. Harry's eyes widened slightly as the sight of Draco, his usually pearly glowing skin was a horrible grey colour and always gelled, neat bright blonde hair was messy and flowy. Draco had obviously pulled off his jumper and loosened his tie when he got to the toilets and Harry could now see how thin Draco was through his tight white short. Harry winced, Malfoy used to be much more muscular and strong, he was now skinny and looked almost weak. Harry's eyes trailed back to Draco's face and he noticed the dark bags under his eyes which were almost the same colour as his own robes. There was a sadness in Draco's eyes that Harry had never seen before, and they were still glazed with tears. As much as Harry hated Draco, he always knew Draco had nice eyes, they were a gorgeous bright blue colour that contrasted perfectly with the colour of his skin and hair but they were now a dim grey and Harry didn't like it at all. Harry realised that he was staring and met Malfoy's gaze again expectantly, waiting for him to say something.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco spat, his face contorting into a scowl. Harry's mouth opened to answer but he suddenly realised that he himself wasn't actually sure why he had followed Malfoy but obviously couldn't admit to Draco that he had followed him just for fun or because he was bored. He sighed and was probably going to regret his next sentence.