Drarry Oneshots- Smut and Fluff

Potions❤️

Probably my favourite fic I've ever written, fluff, smut and protective Harry! Aaahhh<3

4634 words.

Harry watched as Snape paced back and forth in silence, up and down the desks, peering over into students' cauldrons. Harry sighed, glancing over to where Ron and Hermione were laughing and talking as they brewed their potion, having a great time with the experiment. As if on cue, harry heard the familiar sneer of his name.

"Potter! Pay attention, I need the eye of newt." Harry turned to his own partner and glared, handing the blonde a jar containing the necessary ingredient.

"You know, Malfoy. You don't actually have to shout my name every time you need something, you could just say it. Or ask politely." Harry mumbled the last sentence, knowing it was a faraway fantasy. The brunette gazed off to the front of the room again, reading over the instructions for a 'shared touch' potion that Snape had written up on the blackboard. His daydream was interrupted as he heard Draco sigh, and Harry waited for him to shout 'Potter!' once again. But instead, Malfoy simply said,

"Could you get me one of those jars... please?" Draco said as casually as possible as he gestured over to the other side of the room. Harry faced the boy, his eyebrows raised, and a confused and shocked look covered his features. Malfoy just sighed again and began to move in the direction of the shelf he had previously pointed at, but Harry reacted quickly, standing up to stop Malfoy.

"Sorry, I'll go I just-..." Harry was cut off as he turned around and found himself pressed chest to chest against Draco who was looking down at him, surprised with a light blush dusting his cheeks. Harry flushed before speeding away to get what they needed for the potion. Malfoy straightened out his robes before sitting back down and getting back to work.

Harry returned and cleared his throat rather awkwardly, setting down the jar and resuming staring off into space until he was called upon again. Harry really did get lost in a daydream this time, just fleshing out his future, if he had one, with the love of his life, if he had one, and where they'd live and what not. He was only interrupted when Malfoy groaned and walked towards the shelf, looking deep in thought at all of the different objects. Harry peered into the cauldron, it was supposed to be a pretty blue colour but instead it was a sickly green, Harry grimaced and looked around the table. He stood from his chair, rolling up his sleeves and deciding to try and be helpful, Draco had been polite for once after all. The brunette picked up a random ingredient, throwing it in and hoping that it wouldn't blow up in his face, literally. To his surprise, the mixture began to turn blue, and he grinned, but it quickly went back to green, so he threw some more in, but this time nothing happened. He huffed and sat back down, resting his chin on his hand in a sulk as he waited for Malfoy to come back and finish it correctly for them.

Of course, Draco, being the potions genius he is, easily finished the mixture and got it to the correct colour, even before Hermione. Because as unhelpful as Harry was, he was aware of his uselessness, but Ron tried his best to help which usually ended in disaster and actually slowed Hermione down more than if he'd just let her get on with it. Draco stepped back from the potion, throwing his arms in the air and shouting 'ha!' as he finally completed the potion. Harry stood up, peaking into the cauldron as Draco stood just to his left, a proud look on his face. Harry turned to look at him and was caught off guard for a second, not only was Malfoy's put together, neat, uptight appearance gone and replaced with the lack of robes and rolled up sleeves, messy slightly wavy white hair and a soft blush on his cheeks from all of the frustration. However, that wasn't the strangest part, Malfoy was also smiling. Not in Harry's direction, just at the cauldron on the desk but still, he was smiling, and for some reason Harry couldn't help but think it was rather beautiful, that he was rather beautiful like this. He quickly caught himself though and rid his mind of the obscene thoughts. He glanced back at the potion and then back at Draco before speaking up.