Drarry One-Shots - A Collection

One

Paper Cranes

Draco wandered into the potions classroom, going toward the seat in the very back of the room in order to avoid the wandering eyes of his peers. Harry Potter often sat in the seat next to him, being as they were potions partners but today there was a messy lesson plan jotted on the board, meaning they would be working independently.

He sighed internally as he watched Potter and his posse enter the room, the raven-haired boy sitting next to his bushy-haired best friend. Somebody else entered the room behind them, the teacher, Mr. Salvator and after a five minute wait, everybody was quietly settled into their seats.

"Okay, class, today we will be learning what the Sleeping Draught is good for and its causes." His voice was gruff, hard on the ears. "Everybody take out your notebooks so we can begin."

5 minutes passed.

Ten.

Then 20.

Draco's foot tapped incessantly as he continued writing, he was beginning to get bored. He smirked to himself as an idea popped into his head. He began to tear the pieces of paper in his notebook, slowly, carefully. Once he had a pile of scraps, he started jotting down random notes.

The first one, he turned into a paper crane. He held back a laugh as he threw it toward Potter, watching it land on his lap. Potter turned around, giving him a weird look before placing the paper crane on his desk.

Draco cursed under his breath, his message had gone unread. If Harry had bothered to open the small bird figure, he would've read in neat, cursive letters 'your hair looks like a bird's nest today.'

The pale boy continued to throw crane after crane only for them to be left in a pile on the desk. He sighed, irritated. Was Potter really that dense?

Day Two of throwing the paper cranes wasn't much different, neither was Day Three or Four and on the fifth day, Draco decided to switch it up. What if—to mess with Potter of course and weird him out hilariously—he wrote down other things on the cranes?

His first one was his best, for sure. If Harry had bothered to open them, he would've read 'You're not as ugly today Potter. Did Granger's spells rub off on you?"

His second was embarrassing but what of it? Potter wouldn't read them anyways. 'I had a crush on you during third year. There. I said it.'

'Those pants make your ass look tight.'

'You should ditch your glasses more often.'

'You've become tolerable this year.'

'Why won't you pay attention to me, Potty?'

And on and on they went until he reached the end of the month, resigned to the idea that Potter would never read his notes.

Monday of the next month, officially marked thirty days of his most recent pastime but today, something was different. When Potter walked into the classroom, he smiled at the blonde. Not a small smile either, a grin. As though he knew a secret that Malfoy didn't.

He took out his pen and designated paper-crane notebook and began to jot it down 'Today you smiled at me, what was that about?' Once the crane had landed at its destination, his eyes stayed glued to Potter even though he knew it was useless.

This time, Harry opened the paper crane in his lap and smiled to himself some more. Draco tried not to squeal in delight as he started to jot down on a piece of paper.

Once it reached Draco, he read 'I figured out the notes after a week of the paper cranes. I just wanted to see what you would do but you wouldn't let up so I figured I should respond. P.S. your ass looks great in those dress pants, too.'

Draco's eyes widened as he realized the gravity of the situation, he had practically confessed his feelings for Potter this past month, relying on the knowledge that he never read the paper cranes.

As though Harry could read what he was thinking, another paper was sent his way. 'I don't know how to make the cranes but don't worry, I'll keep your little crush a secret if you agree to a weekend at Hogsmeade.'

Malfoy felt himself bite his lip to keep from smiling as he nodded toward Potter. Harry had already been looking at him.