Drarry One Shots

Why Are You Touching My Hair, Potter? (Request)

Request by Sea_horse101

I'm actually rather excited to write this one. It's a bit longer than the usual requests.

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      Harry sighed as he knocked on the door that would lead him to his detention. He didn't want to go to detention. He didn't deserve to, in his head. It wasn't his fault! Malfoy had flung something in his cauldron, causing it to explode. Snape had given him detention for it, stating that he was too incompetent to make a potion a determined and skilled third year could make, and he was now in his sixth year. 

     The git, Harry thought fondly, his thoughts drifting to Malfoy's hair, which he was oddly fascinated with while he waited for Snape to open the door. It is nice hair, really. All shiny and bright, neatly styled into a curtain around Malfoy's face. It looks so silky...I wanna touch ittttttttttttttttt, Harry whined eternally. But he couldn't do that. It would be weird. 

     Harry had long ago stopped scolding himself for such thoughts. He couldn't help it. 

     The door opened, revealing a sneering black robed man. "In Potter," Snape snapped, and Harry withheld a sigh as he walked in. 

      "You will be simply cleaning cauldrons. Even your incompetent mind should understand that." He sneered. I wonder if 'incompetent' is his favorite word, Harry wondered idly. "You know where the cleaning supplies are. I have laid them out for you. I expect them all to be finished by the time I come back." He said, before he swiftly exited, robes billowing out behind him. He must practice, or have a spell to make them to that, he mused, before sighing and setting to work. 

The allotted time was almost up when Harry finished. He looked around the room, wondering if he should just leave or wait for the fifteen minutes until Snape was supposed to arrive. He looked around the room, thoughts inane. 

His eyes drifted across the potions bottles. None held labels, but Harry thought he recognized one from the Potions history book he had gotten last year, as was on the list of required books. Wasn't that a replica of the potion Rowena Ravenclaw had used on her crown, the one told to give unlimited power?

Harry rushed forward, eagerly grabbing the bottle. Maybe if I just became a bit smarter, I would know how to actually pass my potions and history class, he thought. Just a few drops, surely?

Really, Harry should have known better. The bottle had no label, as many of them didn't. He uncorked the bottle sniffing it delicately. His nose crinkled. He didn't like smell of it. He sighed, however, forlornly thinking that he'd be on par with Hermione if he had perhaps half the bottle. Maybe he could even beat her in his classes. It would help majorly in the slowly approaching battle with Voldemort. 

So, half the bottle. 

Grinning, Harry downed it, plugging his nose to dull the taste a bit. 

The effect was immediate. He corked the bottle before he let go, letting it bounce and clang against the floor. Harry frowned. Why wasn't it breaking. He stepped on it. He desperately wanted to see it break. Nothing. He picked it up, hurling it against the wall. Nothing again. it bounced and made noises as it did so, and Harry decided Snape must have put an unbreakable charm on it. 

He sighed in disappointment. He wanted to see it break. Instead he put it in his pocket. He looked around at his surroundings. Why was he here? He didn't want to be here. This was the potions class room. He hated it hear. He glared at the spotless cauldrons, before kicking one, knocking it over. He smiled in satisfaction as it tipped, making a very loud bang as the hard metal it solid marble. He walked out of the classroom quickly, going in a direction he vaguely remembered but had hardly ever visited. 

Didn't this lead to the Slytherin dorms?

He wandered around for a while, the thought of the Slytherin dorms bringing thoughts of Malfoy to his mind...Harry suddenly desperately wanted to see the blond. Ten minutes later, at least he seemed that long to a fuzzy headed Harry, the blond himself appeared, head stuffed in a book, which was unusual indeed. He seemed to be heading towards to common room. 

"Draco!" Harry pounced. Before the Slytherin could even fully jump in surprise, the book had been dropped and Harry was closer than was socially acceptable for even close friends. Harry found himself leaning heavily on a shocked Draco, running his hands through the indeed silky locks, smiling dreamily. This was better than he had imagined.

Draco, however, had been shocked into silence, and it took a minute for him to regain his voice. Harry had been so lost in the feel of his crushes hair that he almost forgot that it was his crush he was leaning on.

"Why are you touching my hair, Potter?" Draco asked, voice slightly choked and eyes wanted to drift close, his senses slowly giving surrender to the gentle treatment of his head. 

"I donno. Drank a potion while in detention with Snape." Harry said shrugging, never stopping his actions. Draco's half lidded eyes opened slightly. Potter was under the affects of a potion. He couldn't be held properly responsible for what he was doing, then.

"What did it look like?" Draco bit out, straining to keep his eyes fully open and his attention completely focused. His back was starting to hurt, however, as Harry had pulled him down so the shorter man could properly and easily reach.

Harry shrugged again. "Blue. Ravenclaw blue, I suppose. Round bottle, skinny neck. It wouldn't break," He said, frowning after a moment. 

"Potter, you need to stop and go back to Snape." Draco said, his voice not at all filled with regret.

Harry frowned, lips forming a pout. "Don't want to. But I suppose I do have to go before Snape comes and finds me. He may be mad. I kicked over a cauldron. Bye, Dray," Harry said, pecking the blond on the lips before practically skipping down the hall, leaving a stunned Draco to snap up straight, back screaming in protest, a hand on his tingling lips. 

He needed to speak to Sev about this, he finally decided as the loopy Gryffindor pranced out of his view, around a corner. 

It was several hours later that Harry reluctantly made his way to Snape's office. Apparently he had been summoned long ago, but the third year that had been sent to find him had struggled to locate him for a while, before he finally found him in a tree by the lake. 

He dragged his feet and a pout rested on his lips as he knocked. The door was flung open by an enraged Snape. "In." He bit out, and Harry reluctantly flopped into one of the chairs. He looked at the tea set in front of him, absentmindedly taking a drink as the professor started his rant. 

"Mr. Potter, it has been informed to me that you drank a potion while I left you for detention. Scanning my potions, along with the description Mr. Malfoy gave me, you took a potion that gets rid of all inhibitions. I have called you here to restore you to your original frame of mind," Snape spoke, teeth grinding, back to Harry as he grabbed the potion. 

Quicker than what should be possible, Harry grabbed the remaining potion from his robe pocket, pouring it into the tea cup opposite him. He grinned wickedly as Snape sat down across from him, thudding a potion onto the table. 

"Drink." He ordered, and Harry picked it up slowly, watching as his professor drank it tea. Harry then set it down and continued to smile as Snape blinked at the empty potion bottle in Harry's left hand. 

"Potter, what have you don-" Snape yelled, face red with fury before he blinked, a glazed look coming into his face. Harry bounced up in down in his seat as Snape dropped the tea cup. It fell onto the table and shattered, and a mildly pleased look came across Snape's face.

"London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down," Harry murmured absentmindedly, rocking in his chair, a dreamy smile on his face. The smile only widened when Snape joined in the song, and soon the two were belting out the lyrics to the repetitive tune, running about the room and jumping on desks and tables.

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