Drarry One-Shots - A Collection

Two

Malfoy's Patronus

It had been weeks since Harry had taken over as Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, and in that time, Malfoy and him had found a silent sort of truce. Which is why he found himself knocking at said Professor's door at ungodly hours of the morning.

Draco opened the door groggily, rubbing at his eyes and not caring about his shirtlessness which left a blushing Professor Potter. "Yes?"

Harry shook himself straight. "Sorry to bother you, Draco but I was wondering if you would be interested in helping me with a lesson plan tomorrow."

"About?" The other deadpanned, even though there was a fond sort of smirk on his face.

"I'm currently working on Patronus' with my seventh year class."

Draco shuddered involuntarily at the mention of a Patronus. "No."

And so it went, the second time that Harry asked, the door to the teacher's lounge got shut in his face. The third time he asked during dinner, he got ignored for a week straight.

After a whole week of getting shot down by none other than Draco Malfoy, Harry began to doubt the other's professor ability. It just made sense, he reasoned, that he would not be able to produce a Patronus based on his life events.

A Friday during midafternoon, he found himself knocking on Malfoy's door again. He heard grumbling before a dejected, "Come in, Potter."

Harry smiled softly. "I'm sorry for rubbing in a sore subject, Malfoy. I didn't realize you couldn't produce a Patronus or I wouldn't have asked."

Malfoy's hand, which had been grading papers, faltered slightly as he looked up. Something in his eyes flashed before he responded, hesitantly, "right."

Harry apologized once again before inviting the other to lunch, hoping it would make up for his obliviousness.

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"Professor! Professor Malfoy!" He heard as a little kid rushed into his room, hair a mess and robes tussled. He looked to be about in his fourth year.

"What's wrong, Andrius?"

"It's Professor Potter!"

He didn't need to be told twice as he immediately stood up, grabbing his things and asking, "What happened?" As they made their way toward the dungeons classroom.

Once he entered the room, he saw a gross-looking man. One that resembled a whale, a woman attached to his arm and a kid in the middle. They seemed to be yelling insults at a paralyzed Harry. He was shaking uncontrollably.

"It's a boggart, Sir." Spoke up a girl which eerily reminded him of Ginny.

"Thank you." He slowly approached Harry, wrapping an arm around him and holding him close as he burrowed into Malfoy's robes. "Shh, it's okay, Potter. It's going to be alright. It's just a boggart."

Even in his shaky state, Harry managed one word. "P-Patronus."

Malfoy nodded, knowing that Harry didn't have the strength to cast his own as he let go of him, placing him down at his desk and channeling all of his happiest memories.

He heard a gasp as the stag ran straight toward the boggart, making it disperse and disappear into nothingness.

"Your..Your Patronus," Harry started, "It's a stag.."

Malfoy sighed. "I think we should have this conversation in private."

"No." Harry insisted as he took out his wand and casted his own Patronus, an unmistakable stag appearing. "You..We're.."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Alright, Potter, you chose to have this conversation in front of your students..," He steeled his nerves. "Yes, to answer your stuttering questions, I am in love with you."

He heard giggles, gasps, and claps surrounding them of their students as he felt himself blush and look away. Harry laughed sweetly. "You absolute idiot, thank you." He neared Malfoy, going on his tiptoes and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "We can finish this conversation once I'm done with this class."

Professor Malfoy nodded, anxious to get out of there. "Sounds perfect."

He heard the whistles and applause following him all the way to his classroom. Today was going to be a long day.

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By the end of the day, Harry was exhausted from answering the same questions but he forced himself to get up and knock on Malfoy's door.

"Potter."

"I think you can call me Harry with what's about to happen right now."

Draco blushed red as he gaped at Harry, letting him push his way inside and slam the door shut before getting pinned to the wall, the other kissing him as though he had been waiting ages.

He did not get any sleep that night.