Drarry AI Oneshots

Inside Potter's Head

Draco Malfoy had always prided himself on control. His thoughts were his own, carefully guarded and locked away where no one could pry. So, when a spell went wrong during Auror training and left him with the unwelcome ability to hear Harry Potter's thoughts, the universe clearly had decided to test him.

It started with a simple hex-something they'd been practicing for ages. But the moment Draco cast the spell, he felt a strange jolt in his mind, like something had snapped into place. He blinked and glanced at Potter, who was standing a few feet away, frowning in confusion.

Draco opened his mouth to ask if Potter had felt it too, but before he could speak, he heard something-clear as day, like someone had whispered it right into his ear:

I'm starving. I wonder if there's still that leftover pie in the break room.

Draco froze, his eyes widening. Potter hadn't said anything, but Draco had heard him.

"Potter," Draco said slowly, his heart speeding up, "say something."

Potter blinked at him. "What?"

And again, Draco heard it: He looks annoyed. Did I do something wrong?

Draco's stomach flipped. "Merlin's beard," he muttered under his breath. "I can hear you."

Potter frowned, looking genuinely confused. "Hear me? I didn't say anything."

"I know!" Draco snapped, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm hearing your thoughts."

Potter stared at him, his mouth opening and closing in shock. "My thoughts?" he finally asked.

"Yes," Draco muttered, rubbing his temples. "And I really wish I wasn't."

Potter looked panicked now. "You can hear everything I'm thinking?"

Before Draco could respond, Potter's thoughts started spiraling: Oh no. Oh no, no, no. This is bad. This is so bad. What if he hears me thinking about-

"Stop," Draco groaned, cutting Potter off before he could finish that thought. "Just... stop thinking so loudly."

Potter looked horrified, and Draco wasn't faring much better. He was trapped inside Harry Potter's head, and from the panicked look on Potter's face, it was clear this situation was about to get a lot more complicated than either of them expected.

As they made their way to the research division to find a counter-curse, Draco tried desperately not to listen to the constant barrage of Potter's thoughts. It was nearly impossible, especially with Potter's brain running a mile a minute.

What if he hears me thinking about that time he smiled in the briefing and my heart did that stupid thing? Oh no, what if he hears me thinking about how good his hair looks today? Or how I've been staring at his hands for weeks-

Draco nearly tripped. Potter's been staring at me? His heart sped up. Potter thinks my hair looks good?

Potter was blushing furiously now, clearly trying to clamp down on his thoughts, but it wasn't working. This is a disaster. He's going to think I'm obsessed with him. Why couldn't I have kept it together for just five minutes?

"Too late for that," Draco muttered, glaring at Potter out of the corner of his eye.

Potter winced. "You're really hearing all of it?"

"Yes, and I'd appreciate it if you could think about literally anything else," Draco said through gritted teeth. He could feel Potter's panic building, which only made it worse. The more anxious Potter got, the louder his thoughts became.

Okay, think about something normal. Pie. The break room. Quidditch. Not Draco's hair, not his eyes-damn it-

"Potter!" Draco snapped, cutting him off before the next thought could escape.

"I'm trying!" Potter practically yelped, looking flustered.

Draco could feel his own face heating up. This was getting far more complicated than he'd anticipated. He hadn't expected to be flooded with Potter's thoughts, especially not thoughts about him.

They reached the research division, and while a team of curse-breakers started working on the counter-spell, Draco did his best to distance himself from Potter's constant internal monologue. But it was no use. Every glance Potter sent in his direction brought with it a flood of emotions Draco wasn't prepared to handle.

Does he know? Has he figured out that I've liked him for ages? He must know now. I'm so obvious. This is a nightmare. He probably thinks I'm pathetic.

Draco's heart stumbled in his chest. Liked him for ages?

He turned to stare at Potter, his pulse speeding up. "Wait-what did you just think?"

Potter's face turned beet red, and his thoughts immediately went into overdrive: Oh no. Oh no, I said too much. He knows. He definitely knows now. He's going to hate me.

Draco took a step forward, his mind reeling. Potter likes me? Like, likes me?

Potter, clearly panicking, tried to backpedal. "I-it's nothing. I didn't-"

But his thoughts betrayed him: Merlin, why do I have to be such an idiot? He's going to laugh. He's going to reject me.

Draco's heart was pounding now, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "You fancy me?"

Potter looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor. "I... I didn't mean for you to hear that."

But Draco was too stunned to care about Potter's embarrassment. "All this time?" he asked, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Harry Potter-the person he'd spent years arguing with, working with, and, lately, definitely not crushing on-actually liked him back.

Potter ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly defeated. "Yeah. For a while now."

Draco's mind went blank. All the teasing thoughts he'd heard earlier, the panic, the anxiety-it all made sense now. Potter had been trying to keep his feelings hidden, and the spell had dragged them out into the open.

Draco swallowed, feeling a strange warmth spread through his chest. "You... you don't have to panic, you know."

Potter blinked at him, his thoughts spinning in confusion: Wait. Is he saying what I think he's saying?

Draco took another step forward, his heart racing. "I'm not going to laugh at you."

Potter stared at him, his mouth opening slightly, but no words came out. His thoughts were louder than ever, though: He's not laughing. Does that mean-?

Draco smirked, leaning in just enough for their shoulders to brush. "Maybe I've been thinking about you too, Potter."

Potter's eyes widened, his thoughts going silent for the first time since the whole mess had started. Then, slowly, a spark of hope flickered in his mind: He can't mean-

"I do," Draco murmured, his voice soft now. "I mean it."

For a long moment, they stood there, inches apart, the air between them thick with the weight of unspoken feelings. Draco could hear Potter's thoughts-his disbelief, his cautious hope, his growing certainty that maybe, just maybe, this was real.

Before Potter could overthink it any further, Draco closed the distance between them, cupping the back of Potter's neck and pulling him into a kiss.

It was soft at first, tentative, but when Potter kissed him back, Draco felt every single one of Potter's emotions crash over him-relief, desire, and something deeper that made Draco's heart ache in the best way.

When they finally pulled apart, Potter was breathless, his thoughts buzzing with disbelief and happiness.

Draco smirked. "Maybe this mind-reading thing isn't so bad after all."

Potter chuckled softly, his eyes still wide with awe. "Yeah," he murmured, "maybe it's not."

And for the first time all day, Potter's mind was finally quiet.