Drarry Oneshots

Horror Movies

Modern AU

Hogwarts Year:  Four

     Harry was stressed.

     Per usual, he had no clue to when his next exams were and he had not studied at all. He had no time to do stuff like play video games, either, figuring he was always busy. He only got alone time at night, and then he was sleeping.

     But one night, Harry couldn't fall asleep. He was really bored. He opened his phone and the time was 2:06 a.m.. He groaned softly, trying to sleep, but the 14 year old couldn't. He grabbed his phone, his earbuds, and slipped on his slipper, then wrapped his invisibility cloak around him.

     Harry crept down the hallways of Hogwarts, making sure not to be heard. Finally, he arrived at the Room of Requirement.

     Perfect, he thought, opening it, expecting an empty room.

     Instead, there was a green living-room-like area, with a TV playing a horror movie on it. A boy sitting on the couch turned to see him, and Harry felt himself panic when Draco Malfoy's gray eyes found him.

     "Malfoy?" he asked, confused.

     "Potter?" Draco asked, studying him, taking in his disheveled state. "What are you doing?"

     "I came here for peace," Harry replied truthfully, looking anywhere but Draco. He himself had a small crush on his enemy and the last thing he needed right now was for him to mess something up in front of him.

     Draco scoffed, shifting on the couch. "Whatever. Just don't bother me and you'll be fine."

     Harry rolled his eyes, though Draco's words stung a bit. He sat on the opposite end of the couch, away from Draco, and he put his earbuds in, blaring his music to drown the noise around him out. He focused on doing stuff on his phone—doing online drawings and listening to music, when he felt a flash of light from the TV. His curiosity getting the better of him, Harry gave the TV a half-hearted glance and froze in fear of what he saw—a creature, mangled and bloody and disheveled, being fought by something. He looked at Draco, who was watching the scene with interest.

     The younger boy was frozen in fear of what he'd seen on the screen, and he ultimately felt sick to his stomach. His eyes were glued to the TV for some reason, he couldn't take them off. Eventually, Draco noticed this, and cocked his head. Harry saw his lips move but couldn't hear what he said, having his earbuds in. The boy with the green eyes stared at the one with the gray, unable to do anything else. Finally, Harry saw Draco sigh and scoot over to him. Draco took an earbud out for Harry. "What's wrong? Scared, Pottah?" He said the comment, clearly trying to sound snarky, but failing, because for once the older male sounded genuinely concerned and not teasing. He sighed. "Are you okay?"

     Harry stiffly shook his head. "I'm not...the biggest fan of...scary stuff." He gave a weak gesture toward the TV, which Draco glanced at, before turning his attention back to Harry. The young Malfoy sighed and stayed next to Harry, though he paid no mind to him. The two watched the movie for a bit before a jumpscare came on that startled Harry so bad he absentmindedly launched his hand up, them landing on Draco's shoulder. Draco instantly turned to him and gave him a look that said, Are you out of your bloody mind? but Harry didn't care; instead, he gripped Draco's shoulder, clearly unsettled by the film. Draco seemed to take in the sight of Harry being scared and he eventually scooted closer to him, holding his arms out. Harry was so confused, but he obliged, going into Draco's arms and resting his head on the taller boy's chest, though he didn't want to seek him for comfort. Sure, he had a crush on him, but this was his enemy.

     "It's just a movie," Draco said softly, stroking Harry's hair gently. "It's not real."
Harry gulped a few times, before looking at Draco over his thin wired rims and saying, "It feels like it is, though." Harry didn't know it but that sentence made Draco's heart shatter and he felt pity for Harry. He'd been through so much and been so traumatized, no wonder he didn't like scary things. Draco just sighed and wrapped his arms around Harry.

     "You tell anyone about this and you're dead," Draco added after a moment of Harry cuddling him, though his usual snarkiness had been replaced with a flustered tone that made Harry's heart flutter. Not thinking clearly, Harry just nodded and ignored the threat, gripping onto Draco harder.

     He seemed to calm down eventually, and was even able to watch some of the movie with Draco. Until around 4:00 a.m., when he suddenly fell asleep, dreaming dreams of the most wonderful things as he slept on Draco, feeling oddly at peace with his so-called enemy.

A/N

Second oneshot! ^^ I'm very happy I'm able to do this.

A note that I'm new to Wattpad so the format of some of my oneshots may be a little wonky but I'm working to make them look good. But despite the strange form, I hope everyone is enjoying these oneshots so far!

-Em<3