Drarry AI Oneshots

More Than This

Harry leaned against the cold stone wall of the abandoned classroom, his breath still heavy, his pulse racing. He could hear Draco's shallow breaths beside him, both of them catching their breath after yet another rushed, heated encounter.

This was becoming routine. Finding quiet, hidden places in the castle where they could steal away and hook up, no strings attached. It had started with tension-a lingering glance after Quidditch practice, a bump of shoulders in the hallway that had led to the broom closet incident, where they had kissed for the first time. That kiss had spiraled into something physical, something they had both agreed was just a thing they did together. Nothing serious.

But for Harry, it was anything but casual.

He stood there, staring at the ground, still feeling the warmth of Draco's skin against his. He wanted to reach out and say something, but his throat felt tight, and his heart was beating so loudly he could barely hear himself think.

Draco, as always, recovered quickly. He straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his blond hair, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, that was a nice break from studying," he said, his tone light and teasing, as if they'd just spent the past hour doing something as mundane as playing chess.

Harry forced a laugh, though it felt hollow. "Yeah, a nice break."

Draco glanced over at him, his silver eyes gleaming with mischief. "What's with you, Potter? You're always so quiet afterward. Shouldn't you be basking in your Gryffindor victory or something?"

Harry stiffened, his heart sinking. Victory. That's what this was for Draco. A game, a challenge, something they did to let off steam. But for Harry... it was becoming something more. It had been for a while now, but he didn't know how to admit it.

The truth was, every time they found themselves tangled up in each other's arms, Harry didn't just crave the heat and the rush of physical contact. He craved the moments afterward, the softness of Draco's breath against his skin, the brief flashes where Draco's walls seemed to come down, just for a second.

But then it would end. Draco would smirk, say something sarcastic, and they'd both walk away like nothing had happened. Like none of it mattered.

And every time, Harry's heart ached just a little more.

"I guess I'm just tired," Harry said quickly, pushing off the wall and grabbing his wand from where it had fallen on the desk during their heated exchange. "We've been doing this a lot lately."

Draco raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Are you complaining, Potter?"

Harry swallowed hard, avoiding Draco's gaze. "No, I'm not complaining."

Draco stepped closer, his eyes glinting with that same predatory gleam they always got when he was in the mood to tease. "Good. Because I've been enjoying this... arrangement."

Arrangement. That was all it was to Draco. An arrangement. No feelings, no complications. Just two boys sneaking around, using each other as an outlet.

Harry's chest tightened, and he took a step back, trying to create some distance. "Right. Well, I've got an essay to finish for Transfiguration, so I should-"

"You're running off again," Draco said, his voice playful but laced with something darker. "I'm starting to think you don't like my company after we're done."

Harry froze, his stomach twisting. It wasn't that he didn't like Draco's company. It was that he liked it too much. And that scared him.

"I do like your company," Harry said softly, barely meeting Draco's eyes. "That's kind of the problem."