Drarry AI Oneshots

Reading Minds

Harry wasn't sure what went wrong with the spell, but the moment he felt the strange tingling sensation in his head, he knew something had. The hex they were supposed to be practicing was simple-one they'd learned ages ago as Auror trainees. But today, something felt off.

Draco Malfoy stood a few feet away, lowering his wand with a confused look on his face. "Did you feel that?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

Harry nodded, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, but I'm not sure what it was."

They were in one of the Ministry's training rooms, tasked with practicing defensive spells. It was supposed to be easy-routine, even-but now there was this odd buzzing in Harry's mind, like something had shifted.

Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Let's try again. Maybe it was just a fluke."

They raised their wands again, and just as Harry was about to cast the spell, he heard something strange:

He looks exhausted. Probably hasn't slept in days. Typical Potter.

Harry froze. That wasn't Draco's voice, but it was coming from Draco. His eyes widened as he stared at the blond.

"What is it?" Draco asked, lowering his wand again.

Harry blinked. "I... I think I just heard you."

Draco frowned. "Heard me? I didn't say anything."

"No, I mean, I heard you... in my head."

Draco's eyes narrowed, and before Harry could explain, he heard it again:

Great. Now Potter's gone mad.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "I'm not mad! You just thought that!"

Draco's expression shifted from annoyance to something more guarded. "What are you talking about, Potter?"

Harry swallowed, realizing what had happened. "I think-I think we're connected somehow. I can hear your thoughts."

Draco stared at him for a moment, clearly trying to process the information. Then, without warning, he muttered, "Prove it."

Before Harry could respond, Draco thought, If he can actually hear me, I'll owe him a drink at the Leaky.

Harry smirked. "You can buy me that drink later."

Draco's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "Merlin's beard, you're serious."

Harry nodded, feeling a strange mix of panic and amusement bubbling up inside him. "Yeah, I am. Whatever that spell did, it messed with our minds."

Of all the people in the world to get stuck like this with, it had to be bloody Potter.

"Hey," Harry said, trying to keep his tone light, "it's not like I'm thrilled about hearing your thoughts either."

Draco scowled. "This is... well, it's a disaster."

But Harry couldn't help but grin. Sure, this was strange, and definitely not ideal, but there was something almost amusing about hearing Draco's unfiltered thoughts.

Why is he smiling like that? Does he think this is funny?

"I mean," Harry said with a shrug, "it's not every day I get to hear what's going on in that head of yours."

Draco rolled his eyes, but Harry caught the faintest flicker of something else in his thoughts: Great. Now he's going to know everything.

Harry's grin faltered. "Wait. What do you mean 'everything'?"

Draco's face turned slightly pink. "Nothing," he muttered quickly.

But Harry could hear it loud and clear: If he finds out I've been thinking about him, this is going to be a nightmare.

Harry blinked. Thinking about him? What did that mean?

Before he could ask, Draco turned on his heel and started walking toward the door. "We need to figure out how to undo this. Come on, let's go to the research division."

Harry followed, though his mind was racing with what he'd just heard-or, more accurately, not heard out loud. Draco had been thinking about him? In what way?

They walked in silence down the Ministry corridor, though Draco's thoughts were anything but quiet.

Calm down, Draco. He's just Potter. It's not like he's going to figure out-

"Figure out what?" Harry asked, more sharply than he intended.

Draco stopped, spinning around to face him. "Stop doing that!"

"I can't help it!" Harry snapped back. "You're the one who's not stopping!"

Draco's mouth opened, then closed again. His thoughts were a jumbled mess now-half-formed sentences and fleeting emotions that Harry couldn't quite make sense of.

But one thought stood out, loud and clear: What if he knows I fancy him?

Harry's heart dropped into his stomach. "Wait. You... fancy me?"

Draco's face turned scarlet, and he immediately turned away, as if trying to hide his embarrassment. "I didn't think you'd actually hear that," he muttered.

Harry stood there, stunned. Of all the things he'd expected to hear in Draco Malfoy's mind, that wasn't one of them.

"I-" Harry started, unsure of what to say. "I didn't know."

Draco laughed bitterly. "Well, obviously."

Harry frowned, stepping closer. "Why didn't you just... say something?"

Draco gave him a withering look. "Really, Potter? You think I'm the kind of person who just blurts out things like that?"

Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Draco's thoughts interrupted him again: Because he'd laugh. Because there's no way in hell he'd feel the same.

And that was when it hit Harry. Draco wasn't just embarrassed-he was afraid. Afraid of what Harry would think, afraid of rejection.

A strange warmth bloomed in Harry's chest, something he hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe it was the vulnerability in Draco's thoughts, or maybe it was because, deep down, Harry had always felt something too. He just hadn't realized it until now.

"Draco," Harry said quietly, his voice softer now. "I'm not laughing."

Draco glanced at him, his expression cautious. "What are you saying?"

Harry smiled, this time more genuine, more certain. "I'm saying you're not the only one who's been thinking about this."

Draco's eyes widened, his thoughts buzzing with confusion and disbelief. What does that mean?

"It means," Harry said, stepping closer, "maybe I've been thinking about you too."

Draco's breath hitched, and for the first time since the spell had gone wrong, his mind was completely silent.

Before Draco could respond, Harry closed the distance between them, cupping Draco's face gently and kissing him. It was slow, tentative at first, like neither of them could quite believe it was happening.

But then Draco kissed back, and everything clicked into place.

When they finally pulled apart, Draco stared at him, his thoughts still swirling in disbelief. I can't believe this is happening.

Harry chuckled softly, resting his forehead against Draco's. "Me neither."

And for the first time, the silence between them was filled with understanding. No words-or thoughts-necessary.