Drarry Oneshots

Post Battle of Hogwarts

Hogwarts Year: Seven (after war)

Draco knew that as soon as he and his parents left Hogwarts, he'd want to go back. He couldn't leave that situation. He couldn't leave everyone. He couldn't leave Harry. He'd realized just how much his hate had turned to love for the man after he saw his limp body in Hagrid's arms. He ached to see those pretty green eyes again.

     He had to go back. He had to.

     Walking down that road with his parents had been going on for countless and countless hours. They never stopped. They never spoke. The only thing heard were the heavy footsteps and harsh panting as they walked on and on. Even the tears that ran down Draco's pale cheeks were silent as he wiped them away and kept walking.

     Finally, a stop was made. At a quiet little cottage in a small little village that looked abandoned almost. Lucious roughly pushed the door open, only to find the place disheveled and neglected. The Malfoy parents placed a few spells on the place to straighten it and Narcissa concocted a fire to give the place some light. Draco sat in front of the fire, knees to his chest as he looked at it longingly, as if he was just an innocent teenager, though he knew he was far from that.

     Narcissa settled herself on a couch in the cottage and conjured a needle and thread with a simple spell, beginning to sew the rips in her dress from the sleepless hours of rough battle. Lucious waved his wand to fix a rusty stove and begin a light dinner, a nice meal.

     Draco had other plans rather than to stay hidden away in this place. After warming himself, he arose from the fire and went into another room in the cottage, claiming he was just searching for a comfortable resting place.

     But he'd appirated away quicker than anyone could stop him. Not that they could if they tried.

     He felt a blazing fire of emotion rise in him upon seeing the glorious doors of his old school. Emotions of longing and sadness, of fury and a feeling that could only be descripted as welcoming and familiarity. And many, many more, of course.

     Draco pushed the doors open, taking his wand out. And was surprised to be met with a calm feeling. He looked around, only to see none with masks, instead, calm, collected students and staff. His gray eyes, distorted with trauma and fear, found a particularly eye-catching student and he felt complete once again upon seeing the boy who lived...once again.

     Nobody seemed to notice the ex-death eater. Except Harry Potter. Draco saw those green eyes find his gray ones and his heart fluttered with sheer excitement and pure terror at what Harry thought of him now. He reluctantly stepped forward, looking at the black-haired beauty he saw. Despite the scar on his forehead and the dirt and dried blood that covered the shorter boy, he still didn't look far off from an angel to Draco. He could never look bad, Draco decided.

     Harry managed to approach Draco, his green eyes now filled with surprise the boy had come back. "Malfoy," Harry said, looking up at Draco, for he was taller than him.

      Draco didn't make eye contact. "Harry," he said, trying the first name of the person he loved so dearly out, "I...it wasn't what it seemed. I—"

     "Shhhh." Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder and the simple action alone made Draco flush slightly. "I know. I was the one who was wrong." Harry held out his hand for a shake and Draco eyed it. "Despite our differences, I believe we should get along, Draco."

     Draco stared at his hand and muttered, "How...how do you not see me as a cruel, mindless death eater?"

     "You didn't choose to be one, Draco," Harry said. "I know that now. I just know. Lucious was too much for you. You're the one with the true pure blood of your family, aren't you?"

     Draco, surprised at the statement, looked at Harry, his words echoing in his mind. He knew he was severely flustered at the gentle statements being made, but he didn't care. He pushed Harry's hand to the side and hugged Harry full on.

     The taller boy felt the shorter one stumble slightly in surprise, and felt his body temperature go up. In what? Embarrassment of hugging Draco in front of so many people, though no one seemed to be paying attention? Or was it something else, though Draco severely doubted the second choice and always would.

     At least he though.

      Eventually, Harry relaxed into the hug and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist slowly. When Draco let go of the hug, he looked down at Harry.

      "We were always meant for more," he said, and he himself didn't know what direction he meant that in. But Harry nodded, without eye contact.

      Draco cleared his throat and stepped back, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I'll see you around, Harry," he said with a sturdy tone. Harry nodded, and looked at Draco.

     "I'll see you around." And he turned and exited the Great Hall. Draco watched Harry leave the Great Hall and whispered to himself, "I love you," which was directed at Harry.

     Little did Draco know, Harry was whispering the same thing, but toward the blonde haired boy he'd grown to love in secret.

A/N

I'm very much debating if I should do a part 2 to this, tbh. I'm pretty proud of this oneshot lol---it's my first one I've written in a bit and was suprisingly good. Anyway, I'm happy to say we're #1 in #drarryfluff right now, so thank you for that! And 1,500+ reads...thank you so much! Have a nice day :)

-Em<3