Drarry One-Shots - A Collection

Fifteen

Dragon

"Harry?" Came the suspicious, ear-puncturing voice that belonged to his best friend.

"Yes, 'mione?"

"Are you alright?" She turned 'round in the seat, eyebrows furrowed. "You haven't been jotting down the work."

Off to the side of her, Ron snorted. "When does he?"

The person that had been captivating all of his attention up until this moment, tried to stifle their laugh. Unfortunately, Harry knew Malfoy's mannerisms even better than his own.

"Is there something you want to say, Malfoy?"

"Well, Potter, since you've asked," he turned to face them, his gray eyes fixating on Hermione. "It's eighth year now and we've just been through a war, Granger.."

"What are you trying to say?" She replied, haughtily, nose upturned in the air.

"I'm trying to say that you should let up a little, let Potter and the Weasel be boys. We all wish we could've gotten the chance."

Hermione shook her head but even she couldn't disagree. Ron raised an eyebrow, making eye contact with his best mate. Harry simply shrugged as he thought to himself that he should thank Malfoy later.

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It was later that week that he made good on his promise as he caught up to the tall blonde on his way to their shared free period. "Oi Malfoy!"

Instinctively, Draco turned around, a placid expression on his face. "Is there something you need?"

"Yes, yes," Harry replied breathlessly as he finally caught up, leaning against the brick wall, "I need to thank you."

"What?"

"To thank you for being able to control Hermione, she's been even worse lately."

Draco tugged at his robe sleeve awkwardly as he nodded, a thin line forming across his face. "You know," He hesitated, "Maybe she just needs something to focus on. The war was hard on everybody, Potter."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Seemingly at peace, Harry smiled goofily as he stood up. "See you in class?"

Draco merely nodded.

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It took a full week of small civilized interactions for both boys' to officially determine that their rivalry was over and yet another month for them to finally realize that they had somehow let themselves slip into friendship.

Currently, Draco sat in the eighth year common room, books splayed in front of him. "What's this?" He heard before he looked up, meeting bright green eyes.

"I'm researching."

"Researching? Are you going to start turning into Hermione?" Harry wrinkled his nose. The blonde rolled his eyes as he moved to make space for his friend. "What are you researching, Draco?"

"My family—The blacks, on my mother's side." He smiled softly.

"What did you find so far?"

"My name means Dragon..and I was named after a constellation."

"It must be a very beautiful one then."

Draco's cheeks warmed as he laughed good naturedly. They sat in silence for awhile until Draco couldn't take Harry's constant fidgeting anymore. He sighed loudly, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Harry seemed to hesitate before responding. "You know how we've been spending so much time together and how we've become really close friends?"

"Yes.."

"Draco, I-Is it bad that I want to kiss you all the time?" Harry buried his expression into his palms, his whole face aflame. He felt warm hands pull them away.

"Harry," Draco searched his eyes until he was sure the other man could tell he was serious, "If I'm being honest... I've thought about kissing you, too."

"Then..then why haven't you?"

"The problem is," he said as he leaned in, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

Harry's words were lost in his throat as he pulled the other impossibly closer, finally eliminating the gap between their lips. Draco's were soft, warm, and tasted like peppermint candy, his favorite.