Harry Potter Characters Oneshots

Draco × Reader

You stare, a suprised expression on your face. "Excuse me?" You ask, snapping your foot on the floor.

Draco looks down to the floor, as if he was a guilty dog. "I let James fly on my broom."

You throw your hands up in the air, an angry grunt coming from you. You then lean against the counter top, hand on head. "And he...?"

He whined, sounding like he knew he was heading towards the dog house.

"And he fell off."

You sigh, looking down at your son. The young three-year-old has many scratches and bruises all over his arms and legs, and is bleeding right under his left eye. His normally blond hair now has some mud and grass in it. His cute jumper is dirty, and you just finished your last laundry basket.

You look back up at Draco, who is still looking at the ground.

"James," the little boy looks at you. "Go to your room."

The boy nods and runs off, scared as much as his guilty father is.

"Draco." You then say as James exits the kitchen. Draco looks up with pleading eyes.

You take a deep breath, then say in the calmest voice you can : "You know James can lose control of the broom. You know at any moment it can twirl around he can fall. What if he was higher up? If he fell from a higher altitude he could've got severely hurt. You know this correct?"

Draco shakes his head, scared out of his wits.

"Then why did you let him fly on the broom?!" You yell, slamming your hand on the counter top. You ignore the pain, and maybe dark redness as you glare daggers at your husband.

Draco frowns, flashing his eyes to your hands. They are dark red, maybe even bleeding. He really has made you mad. He feels sorrow grow in his chest. Guilt and worry. Will you leave him?

"I-I... ...ry," he says, tears meeting his eyes.

"Pardon?" You say, trying to calm yourself down.

"I... I-I'm s-sorry," he repeats, returning his eyes to the ground again.

"You're sorry?" You say, anger growing instead of descending. "You're sorry?

"You almost hurt our kid and you're sorry?" You whine, putting your face in your hands. After all the care and love you have been given and gave to your child, he could've gotten killed. And does Draco care? Apparently not.

Draco's tears start to flow, and he tries to think of something else to say. But nothing comes up.

"That's it," You growl. "You're sleeping on the couch."

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He lay, feet hanging off the end of the couch. The pillow under his head is heavy, and it just reminds him of how conformable the ones are on the bed.

He knows he's screwed up. At first, he just wanted James to have fun. To learn how to ride a broom. He didn't expect the boy to fall, and he told his broom not to go over three feet. Draco dud everything he could to make sure his little kid was okay, but it's not good enough for you, apparently.

He knows you're having a ruff time, as you're taking care of James, his brother and his sister. And he shouldn't have annoyed you in the James's problem. He should've just gave the boy a bath and everything would be normal.

He squirms in his spot, unfimilar with the back of the couch in his way and not another human body.

He turns his head and looks at the clock on the wall across from him. Two o'clock.

He sighs, and messes with the blankets again. Tomorrow will be a ruff day.

He hears slight steps coming from down the hall, and he gets up from the couch. Grabbing his wand from his left side pocket, he whispers "Lumos" and carefully makes his way through the livingroom and into the hallway.

There, James stands, his thumb in his mouth. "I'm thirsty," he whispers, running to his Papa.

Draco smiles, and helps the little boy onto his shoulder.

"Let's get some water then."

They slowly make their way to the kitchen, to find the light on. Draco's eyebrows furrow, because he remembers turning the lights off before he headed for bed.

Walking into the kitchen, you stand beside the refrigerator, pushing a glass against the water generator. Your daughter, Posey, is in your arms, and she watches as the water begins to fill inside the cup.

James starts to wiggle, and Draco willingly sits him down. The little boy runs from the kitchen, and that moment Posey does the exact same thing.

You gasps as she falls from your arms, but she lands on her feet a steals the half-full cup of water.

"Thanks Mummy!" She cries, running away with her brother.

"Wha-?" You say, turning around and seeing Draco standing at the door way. Hair messy from the couch, his shirt ruffled, and bags under his eyes. You look about the same.

He stands there, as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders. He stares at you, and you can slightly see the tears forming in his eyes.

You bite your lip, and walk over to him, tossing your arms around him.

"I-I'm so, so sorry. I love our son -" he chokes "and I don't want him t-to be h-hurt!" He chokes again.

You twirl his hair and peck his ear, which goes slightly red.

You giggle, "You still blush when I kiss you and we've been married for five years!"

He smiles and shrugs, "I can't help it."

You pull back, looking him in the face. "I... I over reacted. I'm positive you took extra precautions to keep James save. I'm sure you didn't even let him fly above your hip. And you most likely were right by his side. .... I was acting like you are a man-child, in which you aren't. I'm sorry, Draco."

He smiles, leaning in and kissing you. "You're forgiven, as am I?"

You nod, and start kissing his face all over, which leaves him blushing like a child during the R-rated part of a movie.

"You did note that the kids ran away at the same time, right?" Draco asks, picking you up and making his way towards the bedroom.

A/N Ta-ta! I have a softball game tonight and I'm sick as a dog. My charger doesn't work, and my two dogs are fighting. The end of Summer just gets better! Besides the point, thanks for reading!