Drarry One-Shots - A Collection

Nine

Potions Partners

Harry felt the stare of his gray-eyed frenemy. They had, somehow, under terrible circumstances, found it in themselves to be capable of civility with one another for the gain of their mutual interest, their friends.

Many of the Gryffindors and Slytherins had apologized to each other when their eight year rolled around, meaning that Draco and Harry were often forced into close proximity but never did they imagine that the day would come where their friends threatened to unfriend them, as they said, due to their insufferable annoyance.

"Quit smirking at me!" Harry felt himself hissing. He watched with a raised eyebrow as the blonde stared pointedly at the board, jotting down the ingredients they would need for their sleeping drought. "I'm serious!"

"I'm not smirking!"

"Well, stop laughing at me!" He claimed as he continued to squint at the board. His glasses had disappeared after Herbology, his fourth class of the day, due to the lenses breaking from the Mandrakes' incessant and high-pitched cry.

"I'm not laughing." He smirked.

"Well quit whatever it is you're doing," Harry hissed, annoyance visible in every inch of his normally jocund face.

Draco proceeded to roll his eyes, crossing his arms as he turned toward Harry with a plain, lifeless smile. "This is me with a cheery disposition; a ray of sunshine in the midst of bleakness. Don't put a cloud over my sunshine."

"It's an excuse to laugh at me and you know it!"

"Rain cloud!" He exclaimed. Harry grumbled to himself as he went back to squinting at the board, grabbing Draco's notebook and writing down the list himself. Again, the blonde murmured. "Rain Cloud," in a serious whisper.

"Malfoy," Harry began, "If you don't—"

"Uh uh! Rainnn Cloud!" He tutted, almost singing the words as though it genuinely brought him such joy to annoy Harry. The raven-haired boy didn't doubt it did.

"Shut up!"

"Nope."

The blonde smiled sinisterly and in that moment, Harry knew that this would be a very long class.