Drarry AI Oneshots

Unspoken Confessions

Returning to Hogwarts for an eighth year after the war had been surreal. The castle had been rebuilt, but the air still carried the weight of everything that had happened. Harry had agreed to come back, along with a few other former students, to finish his education. It was meant to be a fresh start.

But no one had told him that fresh start would include Draco Malfoy as his Defense Against the Dark Arts partner.

Professor McGonagall, in what Harry could only describe as a strange twist of either kindness or punishment, had decided that the best way to foster unity among former enemies was to pair them up. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were now tasked with completing their DADA project together.

It had been awkward, to say the least. They didn't speak much outside of discussing the task at hand. Draco was as cold and distant as ever, and Harry wasn't sure if that was for the best or if he actually wished for something different.

Things had been going somewhat smoothly-until the day the spell went wrong.

Harry and Draco were in the Room of Requirement, practicing a new series of defense spells for their project. It was supposed to be simple, a back-and-forth exercise of disarming hexes, but something went wrong with Draco's spell.

Harry felt a strange jolt as the spell hit the air, like something had snapped into place inside his head. He blinked, rubbing his temple. There was a strange sensation, a sort of buzzing that didn't seem to be going away. He glanced at Draco, who was frowning in concentration.

Then Harry heard it.

Why does Potter always have to look so serious? Draco's voice was clear as if he had spoken aloud-but his mouth hadn't moved.

Harry froze, staring at Draco. "Did you... just say something?"

Draco looked up, confused. "What? No."

Harry blinked, shaking his head. "I swear I just heard you-"

Of course he's confused. He's always so slow to catch on. Typical.

Harry's eyes widened. "I can hear you."

Draco's brow furrowed. "Hear me? I didn't say anything."

"I know, but I heard you," Harry insisted, his heart starting to pound. "I heard you in my head."

Draco stared at him for a moment, clearly baffled, then shook his head. "You're losing it, Potter."

But Harry wasn't losing it. He'd definitely heard Draco's thoughts. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of it. The spell-it must have done something, linked them in some way. But before Harry could even think of what to do next, Draco's voice echoed in his head again:

Why is he staring at me like that? Bloody hell, I hope he doesn't realize-

"Realize what?" Harry blurted out before he could stop himself.

Draco's eyes went wide, and Harry could see the panic starting to creep into his expression. "What are you talking about?"

Harry took a step back, running a hand through his hair. "I heard you again. You were thinking something about me realizing... something."

Draco's face paled slightly. "This is impossible," he muttered. He can't hear everything, right?

"I can hear that too," Harry said, his voice low. "I can hear what you're thinking."

Draco's eyes darted to the door as if considering bolting, and Harry heard another thought slip through:

This is a disaster. He's going to figure it out.