Drarry AI Oneshots

Hearing Your Heart

Draco Malfoy was having a perfectly normal day until it all went wrong. One moment he was casting a simple defense spell during training, and the next, he felt a sharp, tingling sensation in his head, like a light switch being flipped on. He blinked, shook his head, and glanced over at Harry Potter, who was standing a few feet away with the same dazed expression.

"Did you feel that?" Harry asked, rubbing his temple.

Draco frowned. "Feel what?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, then froze, staring at Draco as if he'd just said something completely out of the ordinary. Draco raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with you, Potter?"

But Harry wasn't listening. He was staring at Draco, wide-eyed, his face paling. And then, to Draco's absolute horror, Harry said, "Malfoy... I think I can hear your thoughts."

Draco's heart skipped a beat. "Excuse me?"

Harry swallowed hard, looking completely unsettled. "I-just now-I heard you think 'What's wrong with you, Potter?' right before you said it."

Draco's blood ran cold. "No, no, no. This can't be happening."

This is a nightmare, Draco thought, half panicking.

Harry's eyes widened. "You just thought that too."

Draco took a step back, his mind racing. "What kind of hex is this?"

"I don't know!" Harry blurted out, his voice rising slightly in panic. "We must've messed up the spell somehow!"

Draco's thoughts spiraled. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't have Potter hearing his thoughts-especially not now. Not when he'd spent the last few months trying to keep those particular thoughts under lock and key. Not when every time he looked at Harry, his brain was filled with things he'd never want anyone, especially Potter, to hear.

Harry grimaced. "Draco, I swear I'm not trying to-"

Merlin, please shut up, Potter, Draco thought, not realizing until it was too late that Harry could hear that too.

"I didn't mean-wait," Harry's brow furrowed. "Did you just call me 'Potter' in your head, but say 'shut up' out loud?"

Draco clenched his fists, trying to mentally push Harry's presence out of his head. "I can't believe this is happening," he muttered, more to himself than to Harry.

"Okay," Harry said, sounding surprisingly calm for someone who was suddenly inside Draco's head, "we need to figure out how to fix this. Now."

Fix it? You're a bloody genius, Potter. Of course, I'd love to fix it before you hear-

"I'm trying!" Harry said, looking frustrated but clearly trying to be understanding. "But until we do, can you just... try to keep your thoughts calm?"

Draco shot him a glare. "Keep them calm?" His mind buzzed in frustration. How am I supposed to keep them calm when you can hear everything I'm thinking?

Harry winced, clearly hearing that thought too. "I don't like this any more than you do."

Draco groaned and spun around, marching out of the training room. "Come on. We'll go to the research division and get this sorted. You'd better not hear a single private thought along the way."

But Harry, as always, managed to make things worse. "I can't exactly turn it off, Malfoy."

They walked through the Ministry halls in tense silence, though Draco's mind was anything but quiet. He kept his eyes forward, doing his best to push down the thoughts threatening to bubble up.

But Harry was still there. Right next to him. And no matter how hard Draco tried, he couldn't stop thinking about the way Harry's stupid glasses made him look both dashing and adorable, or how his laugh had made Draco's heart do strange things lately, or how Draco had been secretly hoping Harry would notice him that way for months now.

And, of course, Harry heard every single thought.

"I'm... adorable?" Harry blurted, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

Draco's heart stopped. His eyes widened, and he whipped around to face Harry, mouth opening and closing as he tried to deny what he knew was impossible to deny. "You-no! I didn't-I mean, you-" He groaned and pressed his palm to his forehead. "Just forget I thought that. Forget all of this."

But Harry wasn't backing down. His gaze softened, and Draco hated it-hated how understanding and patient Harry was being, hated how he didn't immediately laugh or run away after hearing what Draco had been thinking.

"Draco," Harry said quietly, stepping closer. "You... fancy me?"

Draco's stomach twisted. He wanted to deny it, wanted to say something snarky and dismissive, but he couldn't. His mind was betraying him, and every insecure, vulnerable thought that he'd kept hidden for so long was now on full display. Of course, I fancy you, Potter. I've been trying to keep it a secret for ages, but now... now you're hearing everything.

Harry's eyes widened again as he caught that thought, but instead of the pity Draco expected, something else flickered across his face-something softer, warmer.

Draco took a deep breath, his voice shaky. "Look, Potter, I'm sure this is the last thing you wanted to find out, but-"

"I like you too."

Draco froze. He stared at Harry, his brain not quite processing the words. "What?"

"I like you too," Harry repeated, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I just... I didn't know how to say anything. I didn't think you'd feel the same way."

Draco's thoughts screeched to a halt. He's joking. He has to be joking.

Harry stepped closer, his eyes full of something real, something that made Draco's heart pound in his chest. "I'm not joking. I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for months. I didn't think you'd ever-" He laughed softly, shaking his head. "But now I guess I don't need to figure out how to say it."

Draco blinked, his heart still racing as he tried to process the fact that Harry Potter-the boy who lived, the person Draco had secretly pined for in the privacy of his own mind-actually liked him back.

"Well," Draco said slowly, his voice unsteady, "this is... unexpected."

Harry chuckled. "Tell me about it."

There was a beat of silence, and then Draco's mind, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, thought one last unfiltered thing: I want to kiss him.

Harry smiled-really smiled-and before Draco could overthink it, Harry leaned in and kissed him.

It was soft at first, hesitant, but then Draco's hands found Harry's collar, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until everything else melted away. It was like all the pent-up emotions, all the things Draco had kept locked inside, were finally pouring out in that one perfect moment.

When they pulled back, breathless and a little dazed, Harry grinned. "That was... good."

Draco, still trying to catch his breath, smirked. "You've got good taste."

He's even more insufferable when I like him, Draco thought, but this time, Harry's laughter was the only response, and Draco realized that maybe, just maybe, having Harry hear his thoughts wasn't so bad after all.

At least for now.