Drarry One Shots

You Gotta Admit

     Honestly, I'm not one to hate on what other people like to read, cause I got my own spectrum of weird, kinky, and fucked up shit. Not that this is any of that, necessarily. Again, not trying to be offensive but this was rather hard to write because I just don't like the idea. Also, both M's and T's are being weird and don' always realize I've hit the button, so sorry if that happens. I've also kinda late on this one. I got caught up. But I've had a very productive day, so HUZZAH. 

     Requested by @weaselbe. Sorry if I fucked it up and it's bad.

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     Harry walked into the Great Hall lazily, rubbing his eyes to rid them of eye boggies that still lingered. He wasn't a morning person, but Hermione, bless her soul, was, and insisted on getting to the Great Hall at a decent hour most days, and Harry dutifully followed, because he was an amazing friend like that, if he were to grade himself on his loyal-ness.

     Not too many students were in the Great Hall at this hour, but the students continued to walk in in little sections. 

     Harry kept his eyes downcast as he ate, paying more attentions to his syrup and pancakes (not pancakes and syrup. Never pancakes and syrup. You're not doing breakfast right unless you have syrup and pancakes) than his surrounds. He got elbowed harshly in the rib, however, and that caused him to snap his head up at Ron, who seemed to be making 'goo goo' eyes at someone. 

     "Mate, look!" He urged, grabbing Harry's head and pointing it in the proper direction. It took Harry several sleepy seconds to realize what the bloody Hell Ron was going on about.

     There seemed to be a new female student, clad in Slytherin robes and uniform, walking confidently to the table. Her heels looked painful, and her make-up was on point, though her platinum blond hair was rather short, dangling around her head in slightly wavy strands.

     "Does Malfoy have a sister?" Hermione inquired, almost to herself, as her attention had been forced to the seemingly new girl as well. Harry could only stare in stunned silence. She sat herself down in Malfoy's usual spot, across Blaise Zabini and next to Pansy Parkinson and Theodore Nott. 

     Harry quickly looked down before he could be accused to staring, looking down at his syrup and pancakes + bacon and biscuits with wide eyes.

     The bell rung some time later, but Harry had risen out of his seat before, and had just exited when it rang, and Harry hurried his steps slightly so he didn't get trampled, as was the potential every meal time, especially at dinner. 

     His classes passed with only a single appearance from the new blond, who was in his Charms class, which he shared with Slytherin on that particular day. He had passed her on his way out the door, and she had smirked and winked, and Harry had caught a whiff of her perfume, which smelled like the nice brand car freshener Uncle Vernon would get more often than not. 

     When the day of classes was over, and Harry had escaped from dinner unscathed, he made his way to the Room of Requirement, having been discovered in his previous, horrendous and disastrous fifth year.

     Upon arrival, the usual couch and fire place were laid out for him. He had started to use the room more, feeling himself slip more into the habits of much desired solitude. After the first month Hermione and Ron stopped worrying about him. 

     And since he had shown Draco the room, it became a nice place to do couple-y stuff away from the public eye, as both Draco and Harry wanted and liked better than the alternative. 

     He plopped down on the soft blue couch, toeing his shoes off and tossing his backpack down next to him. It was roughly the size and shape of a messenger bag, with an enlargement charm taught by Hermione in place so that it could hold more than seemed possible. Feather-weight charms also proved useful. 

     Harry found himself extremely thankful for his charms class most of the time. 

     He had been working lazily for an hour (it was Friday) when the door swung open loudly, startling Harry and making him almost spill his ink all over his parchment. 

     He looked over his shoulder to see Draco.

     Well. Gender-bent Draco, as he had heard the term from Dudley. 

     Gender-bent Draco walked confidently and sat down next to Harry, leaning against the arm of the couch while Harry just watched with bemused eyes. 

     "What's got you so fish-like, Harry dearest?" Draco asked, eyebrow raised and patented Malfoy smirk firmly in its proper place.

     Harry found himself pinching the bridge of his nose, leaning against the back of the couch. "Tell me you still have a dick, and didn't sneak off to Mungo's last night." Harry sighed lightly. Draco waved away his worries with a nail-polish painted hand.

     "No. I do. I just thought I'd try it out. I rather like it. Also, if I keep it up, we may be able to start dating in public. Finally go on some Hogsmead trips together." Draco said, smiling slightly and prodding Harry with a finger.

     Harry found himself smiling even as an exasperated sigh left his mouth.

     "Oh shush, you still love me. Besides, the heels make my calves look amazing."

     Harry had to agree. He nodded, conceding, and Draco smiled proudly. Harry then shook his head, wrapping an arm around Draco's shoulders.

     "I take it it doesn't bother you, then?" Draco asked, a hint of nervousness conveyed in his voice. Harry shook his head, and kissed Draco's temple, lips lingering.

     "Whatever makes you happy, Dray." Harry murmured into his hair, making Draco smile.

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    I donno. I feel like I did bad. *Sigh*. Again, sorry for not updating for a bit. I'm working on a lot of stuff in drafts right now, and life is just a tad hectic at the moment. *Yawn*. Nightynight.