Drarry One Shots

LOVE ME MALFOY (Part Two/End)

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So this is a part two to 'LOVE ME POTTER' except instead of a continuation with Crazy!Dray going after Harry, we now have BatshitCrazy!Harry going after Dray. :)

sum-Bruh did you not read what I just wrote? it's literally right there. ^

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Harry sat at the table, eating dinner, studiously ignoring the Dursleys just as they studiously ignored him.

Such a loving family.

Harry lost himself in his own thoughts, as he usually did. He didn't need to think much when he was here. It was straightforward.

Vernon: do this bullshit lists of chores I pulled out of my ass in vengeance.

Harry: don't wanna.

Vernon: Oh, okay.

Harry: wait, real-

Vernon: HaHa YoU tHoUgHt, *pulls out another list from anal cavity*

Harry: *wrinkles nose*

Vernon: do it you lil shit. Or cupboard time.

Harry: fineeeeeeeeeeeee.

And so the summer went on. Harry had become very good at zoning out, having learned it from the mini walrus himself, seeing as it was the only thing Dudley was good at. But for the last few weeks, he had felt a nagging in the back of his head, disrupting his idiot-imitation-time. So rude.

So Harry had taken some valuable time while doing his chores (usually reserved for hot-neighbor-boy-watching) and had analyzed the nagging feeling. He kept at it until it finally struck him at dinner.

He froze slightly, then licked his lips at the images the thought produced.

"Dadddd! The freak is being gay again."

"He always is Dudders. Ignore him."

"But he's making weird faces!"

"That's what his face looks like, Duddikins."

"But it's weird!"

"Boy, to your room."

Harry got up after taking another bite and left for his room, too preoccupied by the images in his head to be really bothered.

Holy shit...I want to be buggered. By Malfoy. Well. Shite.

Harry flopped back onto his bed, a creepy smile on his face. Well, now that he figured it out, he had to do something about it, didn't he?

Harry spent the rest of the summer deciding what he'd do. This is what he'd come up with.

1.)

Obviously, he'd been productive. When he finally boarded the Hogwarts express, he locked himself in a carriage and waited. Malfoy would be here. He'd done it the past five years, he wouldn't fail Harry now.

When the boy finally did appear, Harry jumped up, shoved Goyle and Crabbe aside, pulled a surprised Draco into the compartment and locking it with a few complicated spells.

Harry turned around to face the blond, smile feral. "Hullo, Malfoy."

Malfoy backed up against the wall. He hadn't even said a word yet and it was already going worse than expected.

Harry took a neat step forward. "How was your summer?" Harry asked pleasantly, stalking closer.

"Why do you want to know, Potter? Why are you getting so close?"