Drarry One Shots

Names (Request)

HOW THE FUCK DO I KEEP LOSING USERNAMES? AHHH. Well, anyways, this is a request...I actually have a picture for it because this was already on my comp when I got the request. Sorry it was so long ago.
DUDES SEND ME IDEAS OR REQUESTS OR SOMETHING I'M RUNNING LOW. A GIRL CAN ONLY GET SO MANY IDEAS. I'VE ALREADY USED UP LIKE FIFTY OF THEM. HALP.

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     The halls of Hogwarts were crowded with students, most bustling to get to class, some lazily strolling since they had a free period, some hurrying to the library, most shoving through the crowds. Flashes to green and silver, blue and bronze, red and gold, and yellow and black could be seen, the more reflective colors bouncing off the walls from the reflective light hitting them, pouring in through the tall windows, most lacking glass.

     Draco stumbled slightly as someone pushed into him, and he huffed in slight annoyance as he shuffled along to his class, his best friends at his sides. The other male part of the small trio shouted in indignation as people continuously and thoughtlessly shoved into him, while the female rolled her eyes and weaved her way through.

     They made it to their class with only a few minutes to spare, despite the bells having ten minute gaps between rings. Draco twitched his head to keep his floppy hair out of his eyes, only for it to fall back the second he stopped. It was rather short, though, so the ends could hardly poke his eyes. Still, he'd need a hair cut over the Summer. Luckily, that wasn't too many months away, it being late January.

     "Draco, your tie came a little lose." Hermione commented from his right as they sat themselves somewhere near the back right corner in the potions class room, as their house usually sat. Professor Slughorn wasn't nearly as prejudiced against his house as Professor Snape had been, but after five years of this habit the Gryffindors felt it odd to sit anywhere else.

     Draco's eyes flickered down, noticing with annoyance that Hermione had been correct. "Thanks, 'Mione." He murmured, fixing the bright red and gold tie absentmindedly. "Must've been loosened in the crowds."

     "Bloody annoying, is what the crowds are. Shovin' into us like that. No respect." Ron huffed, lanky arms crossing over his chest. Draco rolled his eyes, while Hermione sniffed with a raised eyebrow.

     "Unless my memory proves wrong, I seem to remember you elbowing your way daily through the crowds, Ronald." She countered, expression challenging. Ron colored, and wisely left the subject with a quietly murmured: "Still 'noying."

     The bell rung, and Draco jumped slightly in his seat, having been laughing at his best mates. He sat at attention, trying to listen. He wasn't particularly good at potions, somewhere between Hermione and Ron at skill. He had been trying to improve as of recently, and the odd, old textbook he had gotten had certainly helped, despite Hermione's reluctance to trust the notes within the text.

     Slughorn began his lesson without preamble, announcing that they'd be working in pairs with the help of a randomization spell. He finished his lecture, telling them of what they would be doing, where they'd get ingredients and what page they'd find the potion on, before he paired them. They watched with varying emotions of excitement and apprehension as he cast the spell over head, bushy mustache wriggling as he murmured the spell.

     Several pairs were of mixed houses, though most Slytherins stayed with their fellows and most Gryffindors stayed with their fellows. 

     Several groans were heard throughout the room as Slughorn called out the pairs, and after he finished, he told them the rest of the double lesson would be theirs to decided how they would do it. They only had today to brew the potion, however, so he advised hasty work as it took some time. 

     Quickly the sounds of shutting books, scrapping seat legs and thudding feet were heard, each sound echoing off the room walls.

     People found their partners, and the sounds of grating cauldrons and arguments were soon heard.

     Draco felt dread fill his entire being as he shuffled over to his assigned partner. Bastard wasn't going to come to him, that was for sure. He sat his stuff down with a thud, and was greeted with a sneer.

     "Well, isn't it the Golden-Boy-Gryffindor." Potter sneered, nose raised in arrogance. Draco, out of habit, flattened what hair he could over the thin scar on his forehead, and glared at Potter.

     "Isn't it the Slytherin-Ice-Prince-With-A-Million-Names." Draco sneered back. Not that he was very good at it. But, honestly, if they were going for titles, at least Draco didn't have as many hyphens.

     Potter snorted. "Best you can do? I think I should feel sorry for you, but frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." He said, voice sticky sweet. Draco snorted, and flipped to the proper page in the text book.

     "I can do better, just can't be bothered to waist my time on the heir of the Dark Lord." Draco murmured quietly, knowing the jib would get some sort of response out of the Slytherin.

     Potter snorted. Alright. Not the one he was expecting. "Silly Malfoy. Didn't you already know you can't trust rumors at Hogwarts? People say your a sex God, but your obviously still a virgin."

     Draco felt his face redden, in anger or in embarrassment he wasn't going to admit. "Potter, I want this to be over with as much as you do. Let's just work, yes?" He snapped, getting frustrated. Yes, the Slytherin was skilled at potions, and it annoyed him severely, but they were loosing precious time, and he'd like to get a decent mark on this.