Draco Malfoy was not a snoop. At least, that's what he told himself as he flipped through the pages of the small leather-bound notebook he'd found tucked under Harry Potter's desk at the Auror office.
It had been an accident-mostly. He and Harry had been assigned another joint mission, and Harry, running late as usual, had dashed off to get them coffee, leaving Draco alone at his desk. Draco's hand had bumped the edge of the notebook, sending it sliding out just enough to catch his attention.
Curiosity piqued, Draco picked it up, half-expecting case notes or maybe some to-do lists scribbled in Harry's awful handwriting. Instead, he found the first page dated months ago, with words that made his breath hitch:
"I think I might be in love with Draco Malfoy."
Draco blinked, wondering if he was hallucinating. But the words didn't disappear-they stared back at him in Harry's familiar scrawl, raw and unfiltered. His hands tightened around the notebook, flipping to the next page, where more confessions waited.
"It started with those stupid arguments. I know I should hate him-I used to. But now I feel more alive around him than anyone else."
Draco sat back in his chair, stunned. Potter-Harry-feels something for me?
The entries continued, a messy, vulnerable glimpse into Harry's thoughts over the past few months. There were moments of frustration:
"I don't even think he likes me. Half the time, he seems irritated just by breathing the same air as me."
Moments of confusion:
"Why do I care so much about his stupid hair? Or the way he rolls his eyes? Or that one time he smiled and it felt like I'd been hit with a stunning spell?"
And, buried between the lines, moments of longing so honest it made Draco's heart ache:
"He'll never feel the same. He's Draco Malfoy. He's perfect, and I'm just... me."
Draco's hands trembled slightly as he turned to the final entry, written just a few days ago.
"I'm a coward. I should tell him how I feel, but I don't know if I could survive it if he looked at me like I was nothing."
Draco swallowed hard, his chest tightening. This whole time, Harry had been quietly falling apart over feelings Draco never even knew existed-feelings Draco now realized mirrored his own.
Footsteps echoed from the hall, and Draco barely had time to close the journal before Harry walked back into the office, balancing two cups of coffee in his hands.
"Got your awful excuse for tea," Harry said, setting a cup on Draco's desk without looking up.
Draco stared at him-really looked at him-for what felt like the first time. Harry's hair was as messy as ever, his glasses slightly askew, his green eyes tired but warm. And Draco thought, How did I miss this?
Harry glanced up then, freezing when he noticed the journal sitting in front of Draco.
"Where-" Harry's eyes widened in panic. "You didn't-"
Draco cut him off, his voice quiet but steady. "I read it."
Harry went pale, his mouth opening and closing like he was trying to find the right words but couldn't. "I-Draco, I can explain, I just-"
"You like me." Draco's tone was soft, almost disbelieving. "You've liked me this whole time."
Harry winced, running a hand through his hair in that nervous way Draco had always found annoyingly endearing. "Yeah. I do. I know it's ridiculous, and you probably think it's pathetic, but-"
Draco didn't let him finish. Instead, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them in two quick strides. Before Harry could say another word, Draco reached up, cupped the back of Harry's neck, and kissed him.
Harry froze for a split second, his brain catching up to the moment, and then he kissed back-hard and desperate, like he'd been waiting for this forever. Draco's fingers curled into Harry's messy hair, and Harry's hands found Draco's waist, pulling him closer.
When they finally broke apart, both of them breathless, Harry stared at Draco like he couldn't believe what had just happened.
"You-" Harry's voice cracked. "You feel the same?"
Draco gave him a rare, genuine smile, the kind he'd only ever practiced in front of mirrors. "I always have, you idiot."
Harry's face broke into a grin so bright it made Draco's chest ache in the best way. "This isn't a dream, right?"
Draco smirked, brushing a stray curl away from Harry's forehead. "If it is, let's never wake up."
And just like that, everything clicked into place-like it had been waiting for them to figure it out all along.
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Drarry AI Oneshots
RomanceI have discovered that if you give AI a somewhat specific prompt, it can work wonders. Here are some drarry oneshots I fed AI since I was too lazy to write them. Again, to be clear, I did not write these.
