Drarry Oneshots

Wait what?

The Yule ball was coming up, and quick, and Harry didn't have a date. Of course McGonagall had the audacity to say that all the champions were to have the first dance, which gave Harry a problem...or two.
One he didn't have a date and two he was rubbish at dancing. Sure you could try and teach someone how to make fluid lines with every move, the order you step in and out of but you could never teach someone how to feel emotion in the music and in their feet so Harry really couldn't do much about that.

He was just walking back to his dorms when he crashed into someone. Of course, with fate being quite so, he had bumped into none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Potter don't you have better things to do?" Malfoy sneered, brushing invisible dust off his robes.
"Actually I do, so if you don't mind I'm going to get a date for the Yule ball."
"Really you think someone would want to go with you?" Draco scoffed before rolling his eyes.
"Well I would like to see you do better Malfoy" Harry said, raising his voice slightly, he really wasn't in the mood for this.
"For your information, Potter, I have already had three requests but they just weren't up to my standards"
Harry laughed "Standards? Really you have standards? I'm even surprised you got one request"
Draco's jaw tensed. "Well if you think you're better than me then why don't you just take me?" He spat at Harry.
"Fine then I will" Harry said, anger in his voice before stomping off. Wait what?

Ron groaned "you have got to be kidding me mate"
Harry just gave a pained expression and went back to his moping.
"Well you'll have to go with that slimy goat then, honestly Harry why couldn't you have asked someone without shouting at them?"
Harry looked up, "I'm not going with Malfoy" he said stubbornly.
Ron raised an eyebrow and then rolled his eyes. "You brought this on yourself, you have to go through with it" 
Harry just groaned into his pillow and buried himself under some blankets.

It was the day of the Yule ball and Harry stood in front of the mirror with a feeling of lead in his stomach. Sure he looked nice but he wanted to look nice for a girl not a Malfoy but even still he felt daunted, he was sure he was going to trip and fall into Malfoy at least once. Wait, what if Malfoy didn't go through with it....well one could hope.

Wow. Was all Harry could think when he saw Malfoy. He was wearing a black dress robe that was encrusted with emeralds and silver designs and just wow. Now Harry felt underdressed, he had just gone with a black and white set. But Malfoy was walking towards him and Harry realised that his hair wasn't gelled back and it looked more silver than blond than Harry had ever seen.
"You look....nice" Harry managed when Malfoy stopped in front of him.
"And you look... presentable. Let's go" Malfoy said while holding out his arm.
Harry frowned "I'm not being the girl"
Malfoy gave him a withering look.
"We're both males here, no one is being the girl so before I hex you take my bloody arm"
Harry hesitated and took his arm and then found himself being marched up to enter the ball.

People were staring. I mean they usually did but now they sort of gapping while the stared which was unnerving but Malfoy didn't seem to notice, or if he did he was basking in it, he was walking proudly, his head high and his expression proud. Harry just wanted to disappear and he didn't even realise but his grip on Malfoy's arm had tightened. And now dancing was going to happen and that was something else entirely. 

"Take your positions!"
Harry froze, he had practised with a girl before but he had no clue what to do now. Malfoy rolled his eyes and hissed "Hand on my waist"
Harry followed, placing it cautiously there and Draco placed his on Harry's shoulder and took his free hand holding them together.
Oh damn it I'm the girl. Then the music started and Harry almost tripped.
"Oh for goodness sakes Potter. Follow my lead. Left right forward back. And stop steeping on my toes"
Harry did his best but for some reason having Malfoy this close to him was doing things to his brain.
"Okay you ready?" Malfoy asked quietly. Harry looked up and suddenly found himself being picked up and spun in the air and when he was back on the ground he hissed.
"What the hell was that for? You could warn a bloke"
"It's traditional Potter get with the programme"
It still felt strange because Harry was hyper aware of Draco's hand on his shoulder and the hand holding his which just felt strange and oddly thrilling. And Draco's smell was almost over powering him and Harry couldn't help but like it in the smallest bit. And suddenly the music changed and drums were beaten and guitars were being played, Draco leaned it and said "later Potter" before all of a sudden he was gone.

Harry was moping in the seat beside Ron who was staring venomously at Victor Krum who was still twirling around Hermionie who looked stunning. They had walked over earlier and Ron had shouted at Hermionie which was a bit strange but he was still staring so Harry just felt confused. But he looked up from his punch to see Draco Malfoy leaning in a seemingly talking frantically to Pansy and then looking his way and back at Pansy. Then he walked straight at Harry and Harry gulped.
"Would you care for a dance Harry?" Draco asked and Harry nearly chocked on his punch. Harry? Since when have you called me Harry.
"Ummm sure?"
Draco held out a hand and Harry looked at it dumbly for a second before taking it and standing up but for some strange reason Draco didn't let go of his hand. When they were at the dance floor Harry heard slow romantic music playing and he knew just what was going down. He was going to slow dance with Draco freaking Malfoy.

"Hands on my waist" Draco said quietly while placing his hands on Harry's shoulders and pulling him close, closer than they were in the other dance. Then they were just moving slowly in time with the music. Harry moved his hands from Draco's waist up to his neck and he felt the Blond shiver against the gentle pulls of his hair. Harry looked up slightly into Draco's eyes and found them already looking at him and Harry held his breath. Beautiful. Harry saw those grey steady eyes flicker down to his lips and Harry's heart sped up. I'm going to kiss my enemy.

It was slow, they moved very carefully closer and when they shut their eyes and put the most delicate amount of pressure onto one anothers lips did Harry's heart stop. Their lips moved slowly at first but it soon became firmer and more sure and it felt like they were the only ones in the world. Harry's senses were overwhelmed, he could smell Draco, he could taste Draco and he could feel Draco and when they finally broke apart he could see Draco and that was all Harry ever wanted. Then applause broke out and Harry looked around to see people clapping and cheering and he flushed and gave a shy smile to Draco who returned it with pink cheeks.
"We should continue this in my bedroom" Draco mummerd quietly in Harry's ear and Harry grinned at him, interlocked their hands together and tugged him out of the Yule Ball. It was quite the night.