Drarry One Shots

Owlry Visits Can Be Painful (Request)

So this was requested a bit ago, a good bit ago, and I apologize for not getting to it sooner. I am. Also, I hope this...lives up to whatever expectations you had. I know it may not. The plot is probably shite, but it's like twelve at night and I just got back from a road trip and-NO MORE EXCUSES LETS GO I HAVE OTHER SHITE I NEED TO UPDATE! Oh, I lost the name of the person who requested this, so if ya wanna comment that it was you or whatever go right ahead! I'll fix that right away!

Also, I believe this may be the first actual request I've gotten. YAY! Could be wrong, though.

Is it weird I know Draco Malfoy's birthday but not my own mothers? Meh, she's dead to me now, anyway. 

Magical summary by the power of Wibbly-wobbly timy-whimy stuff: Veela plus mate equals fic!

The picture doesn't match all that much but it was the only good one I could find with Draco with white wings. Grr.

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Draco was restless, fiddling in his seat. His eyes glazed over the heads of the occupants of the Great Hall. It was breakfast time, and the students were happily eating away despite the giant feast they had been treated to the night before. Draco's nose scrunched up at the more...ungraceful shows of seemingly endless affection to the food on a students platter. Some had no class, but Draco had learned this years ago, so he wasn't too bothered.

He didn't let the PDA stop him from his seemingly futile search, however. His eyes, unwillingly at first, stopped at the Gryffindor table. A part of him didn't even want to consider it but his traitorous eyes had deemed the scan fit.

He regretted it almost immediately. One of the first things his eyes landed on was Weasley, stuffing his face as always. He usually tried to ignore the display, as it was one of the more sickening ones. The second was how Mud-Blood Granger could possibly already have her head stuffed in a book-was the Hogwarts: A History? Hadn't he seen her read that countless times by now?

His eyes then trailed off to Potter, and to his surprise concern flooded through him. He wanted to call it his hormones being messed up from his recent Veela inheritance on his sixteenth birthday over the Summer, on June fifth, but had to admit Potter did look a little...worse for wear.

Draco shook his head, dispelling the odd emotion and continued his search for his 'destined mate', as his mother had called it. He knew it was hopeless, however. Even if he laid his eyes upon his mate, his other half, there were far too many scents crowding in the Great Hall for him to discern them. 

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It wasn't unusual that the walls of Hogwarts would be containing an unhappy Harry Potter, and today was no exception. And many could see the Unhappy Camper-ness quite easily,

Nightmares had been affecting him worse than the plague, especially after last year. He hardly got any sleep throughout Summer. Constant, endless nightmares haunted his sleep. Voldemort, Sirius falling through the veil, Peter killing Cedric, his parents falling to the floor, and endless amounts of bright green light.

It was nothing terribly new, besides Sirius, but that didn't mean it hadn't taken a toll on his mistreated body. That, on top of the pure neglect and starvation that was his life at the Dursleys, well, they all combined to make a giant bowl of Gumpy-Boy-Who-Lived.