Drarry One Shots

Alright (Request) (Plus important thingy)

I haven't updated in a while. Well. Longer than usual. Maybe I'll do another right after this to make up for it...requested by @life-exists-but-why. Interesting username you got there buddy. QUESTION EVERYTHING.

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Harry was bored. That was the only word he would use to explain his emotions at the moment. He sat, alone, under a tree. Snow surrounded him on all sides, his scarf covered more than half his face, he had many layers on and was snuggled deeply into his clothes. He thought the cold would wake him from his drowsy boredom and give him inspiration. 

It woke him up. Didn't do much for the boredom. 

But he didn't know what he wanted to do. He wished the twins were still at Hogwarts, but they had left last year, though Harry couldn't blame them. He'd be with Ron and Hermione now, but they were doing...couple-y stuffs. He didn't have anyone to do couple-y stuffs with. So he fled. 

He sighed, watching his breath swirl in the air, nothing more than a white fog, dissipating shortly after creation. 

He wanted entertainment. It was Saturday. He had nothing to do. 

Damnit.

He leaned heavily against the tree, wracking his brain for any idea of what to do.

But the chance seemed to unveil itself right as the effort seemed futile.

In his view of vision, a white blond head of hair appeared, covered in black and green layers to protect against the cold. Harry narrowed his eyes. The grey ones matched his gaze, and Malfoy didn't even try to pretend he wasn't heading straight for Harry.

"Why all alone, Potty? Did Mudblood and Weasel abandon you?" He sneered, and Harry growled.

"Fuck off, Malfoy."

"Funny. I don't think I will. What're you going to do about it?"

"Nothing. But you'll probably be owling your father soon, so..." Smirk.

"Bugger you, Potter!" Growl.

Glare. 

"Bugger yourself," Harry muttered, snuggling into his jacket and scarf.

"Please, Potter, if one of us is the bottom, it's you." Malfoy said haughtily.

Harry snorted, but made no comment.

One white-blond eyebrow was raised.

"Not going to disagree?" He asked, surprising lacing his tone.

Harry shrugged.  He leaned against the tree, watching Malfoy with a smirk as the slightly pointy face twisted. 

Then Harry decided he would severely regret what he just said as Malfoy's face took on its own patented smirk.

"Should have known you were a pounce, Potter," He sneered. 

"I thought you would've been able to tell. Can't pounces sense each other?"

"Fuck you, Potter."

"When..." Harry murmured quietly, not at all expecting Malfoy to hear him, as his head was ducked down and wind blew harshly, nipping at their noses and slapping them with their hair. But, it seemed Malfoy did hear him, for his face contorted even further, transitioning from smirk to evil smile.

"Room of Requirement? Midnight?" Malfoy asked, tone airy and casual. Harry's head snapped up, blinking rapidly. 

But Malfoy stayed where he was. Just standing, awaiting Harry's answer. Harry wanted to make him wait. But his own nerves were jumping, and his mouth seemed to decide that, no, we're not going to be suave about this.

"Alright." He said quickly. Too quickly, he groaned mentally to himself, and though his face was numb he assumed it would be pink, though he hoped Malfoy took it to be from the low temperature. 

Malfoy nodded, still smiling, before he turned around, calling over his shoulder. "Don't be late!"

"Wouldn't dream of it!" Harry called back, watching the blond go, before he became limp.

What was wrong with him? Was he that bored and desperate to get laid?

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Pretty bad. I know. Soz. I know you wanted smut, but...I donno. Just not in the mood. I wanna write a fluffy one but this one isn't very fluffy and I need to get out some requests, so...hopefully one of the ones I do soon are fluffy.

Also, important little thingy:

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY.

SOON. 

ALMOST. 

NOT EVEN A WEEK. 

Grrr.