Drarry Oneshots

Mirror of Esried

This was one of my old books I published and never finished it (ended up deleting it), so I decided to post those few chapters into one. Takes place in fifth year.

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Exhausted, Draco walks to the dungeon to ask his Godfather, Severus Snape, about a potions assignment they were currently working on. Stacks of books and papers were piled onto his hands. He was wobbling around as though those could possibly tip over at any given moment. As he walks down the corridor, a reflection of light catches his eye. He's never seen that before. Slightly curious, he turns to the left, where the light is reflecting from and goes down that hallway. He makes sure his wand is in close proximity to be drawn out, to protect himself in case anyone would cause harm towards him. He stops at the end once he reaches what it was.

It was a mirror. Draco sighs, disappointed. He thought it might've been something more...exciting. Ever since Umbridge has basically taken control of all of Hogwarts, as much as he hates to admit it, Draco terribly misses Hagrid's more enthusiastic Care for Magical Creature's class, along with Divination, and Defence against the Dark Arts (D.A.D). To make matters worse, Umbridge's work ethics to students are unbelievable. Some people are definitely not meant for teaching or running a school of any sorts, wizardry or muggle schools.

He looks closer at the mirror. He sees himself, on a red couch, laying down reading a book. Mirror Draco looked more happy and calm with his surroundings, as though it was his comfort place. Somewhere where he could be silly and childish in ways that he usually never is. But, there was a hand, playing in his hair. That put Draco in a shock.

"Why would I let anyone play with my damn hair?" Draco thought to himself, still in utter disbelief.

His eyes trail up the arm of the hand. On the outside of his hand, it reads I Must Not Tell Lies. It looks like a pretty nasty scar, that's for sure. The arm was rather thin but it still held a calming presence with it. Draco didn't know if the person actually was, but it seems like a very close accuracy of the aura. He collected himself and his thoughts and continued looking upwards. Draco continued looking and gasped. The person was wearing a Gryffindor tie! He could already feel the presence of his ancestors, shaking their heads in utter disappointment of what the Malfoy name has become. He might as well disown himself already.

After a few moments of feeling nothing but sheer terror, Draco collected himself once more to try and figure out the identity of this mysterious person. Why this is taking forever, no one really knows why. Maybe for the suspense. But as soon as Draco saw the face, his books and papers fell to the floor, his knees falling to the floor as well. He was in utter dismay. How could this be at all? The person his father hates the most, someone everyone looks up to, adores him, treasures him before their own life. It was the boy who hated Draco the most...

...Harry Potter. It was the boy who lived, and the boy who hated Draco.

Mirror Potter was looking down at Draco, with only love and admiration in his eyes while he was playing with Draco's hair. When the two finally came to each other height only soon after, they inched closer to one another, only smiles and calmness on their faces. Draco's eyes widened in realization of what will probably happen. And he is very right. The two mirror boys kissed, with Potter's arms wrapping around mirror Draco, and while Draco had his arms around the arch of Potters back. The kiss seemed so full of love, so much passion and care went into it.

Honestly, Draco didn't know why he could've known those emotions being portrayed. Maybe it's because of how he always desired love of some sort, either platonically or romantically. It was what he has always wished for. The mirror boys eventually drew apart, both completely out of breath. They looked at shocked Draco sheepishly, as though they had been caught. But Draco didn't even bother to look up, he was in so much disbelief that he was frantically picking up those lost pieces of paper and books that were scattered on the floor. He was still watching the two mirror people, though. He found it so captivating. Maybe, just maybe, one day, Potter may not hate him, and Draco, himself, could maybe be nicer to everyone. And just maybe, they could date.

Or become very close friends. Neither bothered Draco greatly. Once Draco snapped out of his trance of looking at the mirror, he glanced away. He turned around and went back onto his proper route. Once he reached his designed destination, he knocked on the door. He waited patiently, awaiting a noise from the potions professor. It took a few moments of knocking, but eventually he did hear the ruffling noises of footsteps and the swooshing of the large robe he basically always had on. Professor Snape opened the door, annoyance clear as day on his face.

"Yes...?" Snape drawled. Draco stared at him, slightly annoyed from the lack of expression coming from the Professor. But what more can you expect from the person most of Hogwarts hates from his unnecessary deductions of house points, random, useless, detentions as well.

Recollecting himself, Draco began to speak once more. "The potions assignment you discussed today, unfortunately I do not fully understand it. Is it possible for you to show me how to create it? Or maybe the effects of the potion on a person, please?"

There was a long pause. Snape seemed to be processing the options of answering. He sighed. "Alright, fine." Snape said, opening the door and letting Draco inside.

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Draco couldn't concentrate overly that much on the teachings with Snape. His mind seemed to wonder back to the mirror. The way mirror Draco and Potter looked at each other, eyes filled with love, and lips waiting to be pressed together once more. It was as though they longed for each other. Like they were soulmates.

Obviously, soulmates are not true at all and are made for the pure enjoyment of others. But one could hope, that they are soulmates, and they would be together once more. After a bit, Draco began to daydream of how it would be like to be with Potter, to live together. He drifted off to a sleep, head on the desk and hands surrounding him like a wall, protecting him from any danger.

"One day, I will be happy, and living my best life." Draco thought to himself for the final time before the next day.