Drarry One Shots

Scared, Potter? (Request)

Summer-summer-look-Crabbe-just-got-dumber: From bets, to dares, to kisses! What an emotional roller coaster. I bet our boys feel more frazzled than Cinderella. 

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The tension was high, the conversation in the Great Hall loud and excited. The last match of the Quidditch season was in a mere few hours, and many were in high spirits because of it. It was to be the final match, and not only that, but the final match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Deep animosity fueled the cat-calling and the insults, causing for a strong sense of anticipation among the students of Hogwarts, but it was more than that. For two people, at least.

Throughout their seven years at Hogwarts, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had an unspoken rivalry.  Both being the seekers for their respective teams, an unspoken tension sprung up between them. This was the final test to see who was better.

Really, it was very childish. Your skill at a certain sport cant determine your worth, but neither paid much attention to that little fact.

The match was set to be immediately after lunch. It was only breakfast now, but that didn't stop both teams being tense, nerves wracked and wrung tight.

Harry got up shortly before the lunch bell would ring, leaving to go to the bathroom. He was out the door when Malfoy stood to follow him, so therefor did not realize what was happening until it did.

He was about to open the door when a hand shot out, startling him and keeping him from opening it. Harry jumped back in surprise, only to see Malfoy standing there, leaning casually with a smirk on his face. 

"Can I help you, Malfoy?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually, I think you can." Malfoy started. Harry's brow only arched further. "I want to strike a bet with you, Potter." 

Harry crossed his arms. "Really now?" 

"Really."

"Get on with it, then."

"Eager, are we?"

"Seeing as I have to piss, and you wont let me until you get on with it, so yes."

Malfoy huffed, flipping his hair out of his face fabulously. "Seeing as this is the last Quidditch match we'll ever play against each other again, I thought we should make it a bit more interesting than usual."

"Get on with it."

"Why, Potter, you're sounding very parrot-ish."

"Malfoy-"

"Lower the wand, no need to get violent." Draco rolled his eyes. "If Slytherin wins the match, then you have to do any three things I require you too."

"And if Gryffindor wins? Which we will."

"Vise versa. Deal?" Draco outstretched his hand, cocky smirk in place. Harry looked at the hand hesitantly. "Scared, Potter?" Draco goaded. Harry suddenly stood straight, snorting.

"You wish, Malfoy." Harry took his hand, shaking it firmly.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Potter." Malfoy called over his shoulder as he walked away. Harry snorted again, and went into the bathroom.

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Harry sat in shock atop his broom, deaf to the roars and cheers and protests around him. He couldn't believe it. He had lost. To Malfoy, of all people. He flew down, touching the grown on numb feet. He looked at his dejected teammates, the disappointed students in the stands, to the gloating Slytherins and the smirking Malfoy.

Merlin, he had lost the bet to Malfoy. Now he had to do whatever Malfoy wanted. Harry put his head in his hands. He was buggered. The next day he tried to avoid Malfoy completely, and he succeeded. Too bad he couldn't keep that up when classes started once more. Every time he looked at him, Malfoy wore that same smug smirk upon his sharp features. It filled Harry with shame and fury.

Finally, two weeks after the bet had been maid, Malfoy made his approach. Ironically, Harry was on his way to the bathrooms in between classes when he was approached. 

"Malfoy." No, Harry's tone was not sullen. It was not pouty. It was...oh, you shush.

"Potter." Now, Malfoy, his tone was smug, and cocky, and proud, and-

"What do you want?"

"Now now, calm down. No need to get your knickers in a twist." Harry huffed. To his utmost surprise, Draco smirked at him. "You know the dance coming up, yes?" Harry felt dread filling him. He nodded slowly. "Good. For the dance, you are to take up the...pretense, of a female." 

Harry's face grew hot. "I will not!" 

"You will! It was our bet, remember? Any three things I want. This is only one. I can make you do much worse if I so please." Draco broke in. Harry glared hotly at him, but otherwise said nothing. Draco smiled. "I'll take that as a good sign, then. You are not to tell anyone. Understand?" Harry looked to the side, refusing to give Draco any satisfaction. "Good. See you there, Potter."

Harry walked into the loo furiously, cursing Dumbledore for the tradition of a ball for all seventh years, and for stupid Malfoy and stupid Queerditch Marsh. 

Gah.

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Draco pranced about the ball on light feet, eyes searching. He hadn't laid sight on Potter yet, but the night was still young. He took a rest break, heading for the (spiked, obviously) punch bowl when he spotted him. Her?

Black hair hung to a little bit below the shoulder blades, slightly curly and bouncy, moving with every slight shift. When he turned around, no glasses adorned the soft face, but bright green eyes stared out embarrassed at those around him. Draco smirked, walking up to the (admittedly flat-chested) 'girl'. When he was spotted, fiery daggers were shot at him through his eyes, only confirming what Draco already knew to be Potter.

"Why, hello, I don't think we've met before." Draco said, smirk adorning his face. Potter glared at him fiercely. 

"Bugger off, Malfoy."

"Why, that's a lovely name, Harriet." Draco drawled, only making Harry's face turn a darker shade of red. Anger, or embarrassment? Probably the former. Draco was okay with that. "Tell me, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" Draco asked, tilting his head. Harry glared daggers at him. 

"Just letting you know," Draco leaned in close, whispering, "you might want to accept before you're prancing around the Great Hall in only your boxers." He leaned back once more.

"Why, I would love to." Harry grounded out through clenched teeth. Draco smiled, taking Harry's hand and guiding him out onto the floor. 

"Has anyone noticed yet?" Draco asked curiously as they twirled about the floor, Harry's dress flaring with each spin.

"No." Harry snapped. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Really? The people at this school must be more dim than I though. All you did was a charm to length your hair, after all. Though I am curious as to how you aren't stumbling around without your horrid glasses."

It was obvious Harry didn't want to talk to him, but the threat of what Malfoy could do with his remaining dares caused him to begrudgingly go along with the small talk. "Contacts." He bit out.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "What are those?"

"It's a muggle thing. Allows me to see without my glasses for awhile." Harry sighed. He shifted, not particularly enjoying the fact that he was so much shorter than the other. His hands felt weird atop Draco's broad shoulders, and Harry was trying his hardest not to think about the warmth radiating from the large hands on his waste.

"Really? Good for them, I suppose." Draco commented. Harry sighed. His feet hurt, and he was getting tired. He hadn't slept well, having been searching for charms to lengthen his hair all night, and then spending an hour trying to poke his eye to figure out the contacts before the dance, and then dodging everyone in Gryffindor so no one would see him exiting the boys bathroom as a female.

Harry started to sag in weariness. Without actually meaning to, he leaned his head on Draco's chest, letting the slightly older male guide him gently about the room. Draco himself was very startled to feel a weight upon his chest. Then his lips curled in a small smile. He leaned his head down. "Harry? I know what I want you to do next."

"Hm?" Harry didn't even bother to raise his head. He was so tired.

"Kiss me."

Harry's head snapped up. "Excuse me?" He squeaked. Draco shushed him. 

"Everyone is staring at us. Let's give them a show, why not? Besides, you're the only one embarrassed." Draco said with a smirk. 

"What's sick, Malfoy." Harry said with a small glare. Draco moved one hand to cup Harry's chin, tilting it up.

"Why, that's no reason to be so harsh. You've wounded me. Wont you give me a kiss to make it better, darling?" Draco pouted. Harry felt his emotions betray him. This could not be happening.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Harry moved quickly to connect his lips to Draco's. The blond made a surprised noise, but before Harry could pull away, Draco moved the hand on his chin to the back of Harry's next, keeping him in place.

They still slowly moved about the dance floor, hardly aware of where they were or what was going on. Then they parted, both panting and a little dazed. 

Harry blinked rapidly. "Uhm-can-can I go now?" He asked, coughing. Draco blinked at him for a moment, still slightly dazed. He let go of Harry silently. They went their separate ways.

Draco, however, was still aware he had one more to go. And he didn't plan to let it go to waste.

~~~

It almost went to waste.

For two weeks, end of term fast approaching, he struggled to think of what he wanted Harry to do for the final thing. He almost decided on just making Harry prance about with a Slytherin tie on his robes, but then he received a knock on the head from Pansy, which surprisingly, actually did knock some sense into him.

When he had his plan set firmly in mind, he set off. Then he realized it was Sunday and he had no idea where Harry would be. He returned to his dorm. 

Then Monday rolled around. When he finally had a class with Harry, he cornered the Gryffindor outside of it. 

Harry's face immediately sprung up in a blush. "What is it you want me to do now, Malfoy? Insult my friends? Stick up for the Slytherins? Tell everyone I think you're amazing in the Great Hall? Walk around with a Slytherin ti-"

"Go on a date with me." 

That sure shut him up. Harry stared at him, eyes almost popping out of his skull. "Excuse me?" He squeaked. Draco was reminded of the dance, the last time he had talked to the Gryffindor in a fortnight, but ignored it otherwise.

"Go on a date with me. Next Hogsmead weekend." Malfoy repeated. Harry stared at him.

"You're tossing me, right?" Harry asked slowly. Draco shook his head. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"It's the third thing. Go on a date with me." 

"Uhm-"

"Scared, Potter?"

"You wish."

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Not in exactly the order it was requested, but I thought this fit better. This is one of the last requests, or one shots I'll be doing for awhile. If you have any you'd like to see, make sure to request it before April. :) Hope you guys liked it.