Drarry, Feltcliffe, And Wolfstar Oneshots

Memory (Drarry)

Harry's POV

"Who are you taking this year?" Hermione asked me. We are having another Yule Ball. Honestly, I don't want to go. But I have to because eighth years have to go. "I don't know," I said not taking my eyes off the glowing fireplace.

"Harry, you are going to take someone that you actually like. This is not going to be like fourth year."

"What if I can't like the person I like?! What if it's forbidden? Huh? That's my life. Full of what ifs. Stupid," I shouted. Hermione looked shocked but she regained composure quickly. I slumped back into my chair. I did like someone. Wait, scratch that. I love them so much I would die for them.

But it was forbidden.

"Why can't you like them?" She asked. I shook my head. "I can't tell you," I murmured. I stood up and dusted imaginary dust off my jeans. I was heading out. "I'll see you later," I said as I stepped out of the portrait hole. I climbed down stairs and stairs until I reached outside. On my way, I ran into Dra- Malfoy. "Potter," He said with a nod. "Malfoy," I responded, not making I eye contact. I kept walking and walking until I reached the Quidditch pitch. I climbed up more stairs until I sat in the stands. I've never sat here. I was always on the pitch, playing.

I sometimes hated my life. It was too unpredictable. But I stuck with it. At least Voldemort is dead. I never told Ron or Hermione that... I was gay. Pretty random. But I am. And I like Malfoy.

I should've flicked myself in the head when I first had a crush on him. I did. Many times actually. I smiled. I jogged down the stairs and off into the castle but I ran into Malfoy again. He was sitting alone with his hands in his pockets. I walked over to him. ''Hi," I said. "Hey, Potter. Um, I was just wondering if you wanted to be friends? I'm really sorry for my behavior when we were younger. I just wanted my father to be proud. So, friends?" He stuck his arm out. I took it and smiled. "Sure, you can call me Harry," I said and took a seat next to him.

"Call me Draco then."

I nodded and thought for a while. "We should get to know each other," I shrugged.

"What's your favorite colour?" Draco asked.

"Green. You?"

"Orange."

"Weasley orange?"

"No, no. Sunset orange."

I smiled. "See! We know each other already!" I laughed. He laughed too. I found his laugh to be angelic. "Do you like anyone?" I asked, daring.

"Yes," He chuckled. "Who?" I asked.

"Have you ever loved someone who you can't love? That's me. I love this person but I can't love him," I was shocked. He was gay too?

"What does he look like?"

"He has lightly tanned skin, emerald green eyes that could pierce through you, and messy, jet black hair. When he speaks, you have to listen. He has a great personality too."

He liked me? Draco Malfoy liked me? Me? Why me! Not complaining though. I could ask him to the dance!

"I like your skin," I blurted out. I meant to say, Draco Malfoy, I love you too. Would you like to go to the dance with me?

"I figured," He said turning to me. I started to lean in and he did too.

But he pulled away. He hopped up and pulled away. "I better go," He whispered as he walked off. I gave a frown and turned around. But in less than five seconds, I felt someone kiss my cheek.

"Meet me at the Slytherin dorms at 9. You better know how to dance, Potter," He whispered in my ear. I jumped and turned around. I saw him run. I smile appeared on my face as I rubbed the place where he kissed me.

"Bye," I waved.

Yule Ball

I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. My robes looked okay. I took a deep breath. I waved at Ron as I headed out. "Breathe, Harry. Breathe," I whispered. I looked at my watch. "Fuck!" I whispered. It was 9:00. I started to run to the Slytherin dorms.

I appeared as Draco stepped out. I stopped in my tracks. He looked stunning. His white-blonde hair shone in the light, his robes were perfectly straight, his smile was brighter than the sun, his electrifying blue eyes stood out to me. "Hi," I whispered.

"You look beautiful," I whispered shakily. He replaced his smile with a smirk as he stepped towards me. He hugged me tight. I hugged back as tight.

"You too," He sniffled. "Come on then," I smiled. "We shall dance!"

I took his arm and we ran to the entrance of the Great Hall. Many students were there and they stared at us with shocked faces. I gave a smirk as I lead Draco for the ceremony. Eighth years were to lead. I saw Ron and Hermione. They gave us a big smile and Ron gave me a thumbs up. I swear I saw Hermione hand Ron a galleon.

Then, the music started to play. Everyone started to walk and I held Draco's arm tighter as people stared. I didn't care at this point.

We reached the dance floor as the slow music started to play.

"Ready?" Draco asked I nodded as I took his hand as he put a hand on my waist.

We danced like we didn't care about anyone else. I started to lean in as Draco connected our lips. I had to go on my toes. A smile creeped up on me as he lifted me up. I laughed and we kept dancing.

After the waltz, the music was so slow, that everyone just swayed with each other.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," He said with a smile. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Draco spoke.

"Thank you," He whispered in a heart warming tone.

"For what?"

"For making this memory one that I will never forget."

I smiled as I connected our lips once more.

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