Drarry Oneshots

Pickup lines don't work.

Draco Malfoy sat hunched on the Slytherin bench in the great hall with his hands poised before his forehead in a thoughtful manner. He was staring at Harry Potter and hard because how the hell did he become just so...so...hot? It seemed like last year he was a scrawny, short prat but now he was a hot, still quite short prat. Then Harry looked up and locked eyes with him. They stared at each other until Hermionie elbowed Harry and he looked away. Draco looked down to his abandoned breakfast and started to think. What could be do to get Potter to fall in love him?

"Hey Draco" Pansy said happily as she sat down next to him.
"Pick up lines!" Draco exclaimed suddenly before coughing and saying "I ment hi"
Pansy quirked an eyebrow, a habit she picked up from Draco himself, before leaning forward on her elbows and cocking her head to one side; much like a puppy Draco thought.
"Who?" She asked simply.
"I don't know what you're.."
"Don't even. Is it...the one?" Pansy interrupted.
"It's no one Pans"
"It's him isn't it" Pansy asked a smile started to form.
"There's a lot of males but I am completely and utterly heterosexual"
"Lies. Is it Potter or not?"
"Pansy Parkinson there is nothing.."
"Then explain why he's staring at your direction right now?" Pansy interrupted again.
Draco shifted his eyes to Harry again without thinking but found him looking very much not at him.
"Knew it! And good luck"

Draco had a game plan now. All he needed to do was make sure no one saw what he was doing.

It was potions and Harry's desk was conviently right next to the store so his game plan was go. As everyone forced their way over to the store Draco "accidentally" got stuck behind Harry so in the mist of the movement he whispered "are you a magician? Because when I look at you everyone else disappears" and then he left just as quickly as he came. He smirked when he came out of the store and saw Harry staring dumbfounded and confused at him.

The second time he used a pick up line it was on the way to breakfast and the Weasley and Granger had walked in front of Harry so Draco looked around him, and after seeing that the coast was clear, and darted forwards, grabbed Harry's wrist and as Harry tried to speak blurted out "your ass is so nice it's a shame you have to sit on it" and then walked quickly away leaving a gaping and extremely confused Harry standing there.

The third time he used a pick up line was when Harry walked up to where he was sitting with a Transfiguration book open in the library.
"Um Malfoy"
Draco looked up and found Harry standing there awkwardly.
"Yes"
"Right well I just...what exactly are you doing?" Harry asked clearly embarrassed.
Draco didn't want to answer that so instead he asked "How's your fever?"
Harry blinked. "I.. don't have a fever?"
Draco shut his book with a bang, slung his bag over his shoulder and just as he was about to pass Potter said "you just look really hot to me" and then left the library.

Ron was weazing on the floor when Harry told him.
"Ron I'm being serious!" Harry huffed out.
"Malfoy's hitting on you? Hahhahaha"
"Ron! Honestly he just starts saying these pick up lines out of nowhere and I don't know why"
"And I thought this year was going to be normal" Ron managed before laughing again.
Harry flopped onto his bed with his head hiding under his arms.
"You know mate he's probably messing with you" Ron said after he stopped laughing.
"You don't say Ron"

In charms class the next afternoon Harry did his up most to avoid Malfoy and his pickup lines but as he sat down on his usual seat he felt a presence behind him. He didn't look behind him because he could already smell Malfoy's scent. And then all of a sudden Malfoy was sitting right beside him. Harry wanted to scream, Malfoy just would not leave him alone, he could feel Malfoy's gaze on him all that morning at breakfast.
But Malfoy was silent now, in his peripheral vision Harry could see him looking over at him and then looking away but he wasn't going to look back at Malfoy. The lesson moved on quickly and spell work was done on some boxes to transfigure them, Malfoy of course was very successful while Harry's didn't look quite right.
"It helps if you concentrate on the feeling of the magic" Malfoy said.
Harry stopped for a second before muttering a quiet reply. "Right thanks"
And it worked, more or less, he could feel the tingling run down his arm and into the tips of his fingers. why did Malfoy just help him?
And just as class was dismissed Harry felt pressure on his wrist and looked down to see Malfoy holding his wrist...again.
"Pinch me" Malfoy stated.
Harry blinked, confused "what why?"
"Because your so fine I must be dreaming" Malfoy replied smiling at Harry before getting up and leaving the room.
Harry thumped his head on the desk, when was this going to end?

Oh now that was a plan. Harry was going to get back at Malfoy but he was going to make Malfoy flustered, he was going to get pay back.
Harry pulled out his Marauders map and found Malfoy's dot in the owlry with no one else around. So Harry pulled on his shoes and for no reason in particular just so happened to go to the owlry too. When he got there he peaked in to see Malfoy sitting on the ledge of the window looking out over the cliff's edge and the lake below.
Harry took a few steps in and Malfoy didn't even look up so Harry cleared his throat.
"You know I knew you were there you're as loud as a troll"
"What are you doing?" Harry asked ignoring the insult.
Malfoy looked at Harry, looking him up and down before looking away.
"Having a party, why are you here"
"Joining your lame party?"
Malfoy snorted and rolled his eyes.
"No really what are you doing here" Harry asked.
There was a short silence before a quiet reply "thinking"
Harry walked closer and sat down against the wall beside Malfoy.
"What are you thinking about?" Harry tried.
Malfoy didn't reply.
"You know I think about how things could have been different between us, like if you had been nice to me I probably would have gone into Slytherin"
"What do you mean?"
"I asked not to be put in Slytherin so I got put in Gryfindor"
There was another silence but Harry was okay with that because he could hear Olws rustling their feathers and that reminded him of his own owl and her snowy soft feathers.
"What are you thinking about?" Malfoy asked now looking at Harry.
"Hedwing"
Malfoy moved from the window and sat down quite close beside Harry.
They sat like that in silence before Harry felt cold fingers run down his arm and onto the palm of his hand. It felt oddly thrilling and when those cold fingers weaved themselves in between Harry's he couldn't find a reason to pull away, instead he tightened the hold and looked at Malfoy. His cheeks were tinged pink, it could have been the cold but Harry thought otherwise. But Harry couldn't look away, he was staring at Malfoy's hair, the way if lay so softly on his head, the way his cheekbones were so sharp but so intense, the way his lips looked so full and the most beautiful colour of delicate pink. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Malfoy's lips and found himself moving towards them, he used his free hand to cup Malfoy's cheek and and looked back up at Malfoy's eyes. Then he moved even closer until their lips were centimetres apart and he could feel Malfoy's quick breathing on his lips. Harry closed the last centimetres and kissed Malfoy so softly that the touch was barely there. When Harry pulled back Malfoy moved forward as if chasing the lips and kissed Harry except it was more sure this time, and Harry broke it off again but Malfoy growled and tugged him back. This time kissing him with passion, feeling addicted to his taste already. When they broke off again Malfoy found himself straddling Harry's legs and kissing him again and again until a voice behind them cleared their throat. They broke apart quickly and Malfoy hid his head in Harry's shoulder as Harry blushed heavily.
"Uh hi Ron"
"Hmm you know I didn't think pickup lines worked that well but I'll be dammed. See you later Harry"
Harry laughed a little.
"You know Draco maybe we should skip the cheesy pick up lines and get right down to it"
Draco flushed "you called me Draco"
Harry smiled "my name's Harry, you should know it because that's what your going to be screaming tonight"
Draco flushed even more and made a squeaking noise.
"I hate you" Draco said with no conviction behind the words.
"Just come here and let me kiss you again" Harry said.
So Draco did and Harry was correct about the last statement though Draco would deny it profusely.