Drarry One Shots

Snow Days

3rd Person


Another layer of snow coated the Hogwarts grounds. Harry made his way to the court yards. He was waiting for his boyfriend. Almost everyone at the magical school  had gone home for Christmas, including Hermione. Harry sat down on a cold bench and hugged his coat closer. 

"Harry!" A voice called. Harry turned in the direction of the person, and a smile spread quickly across his face.

"Hey, love," he said, getting up to hug Draco Malfoy. They shared a kiss, then sat back down on the bench. 

"How are you, baby?" Draco asked, kissing Harry on the cheek.

"I'm alright. You?" Harry answered.

"...I feel perfect," Draco told him. They quickly got cold, and decided to head inside. Harry led Draco into the Gryffindor common room, and they sat in front of the warm fire, cuddling. The small bit of light sunk behind the clouds, and it became dark in the room. 

"Let's go to your dormitory," Draco whispered.

"Ron's probably up there," Harry whispered back.

"I just wanna see your beautiful face. I can't see it down here," Draco confirmed, still whispering. Harry blushed and agreed. So they joined hands, and walked up to the dormitories. Draco sat on Harry's bed, and Harry put his coat away. Ron was fast asleep and snoring. 

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Draco asked cutely as Harry sat down on the bed.

"Of course. You can sleep here whenever you want," he told his boyfriend. A peaceful silence settled in the dormitory as the two boys cuddled. 

"You know, it's these days that I just want to happen over and over again. Do you ever have those days, love?" Draco asked Harry awhile later.

"Yeah. Everyday that I'm with you I feel that way," He answered. Draco smiled and kissed Harry. 

"I know what you mean," Draco said. The small fire in the middle of the room made shadows flicker across Harry's face, and Draco continued to stare, despite the blush on Harry's face. The feeling Draco felt for his boyfriend could only be described as infatuated. Harry's green eyes were like a gorgeous forest, just waiting to be explored, and Draco would gladly do that. His lips were always soft and kissable, no matter how cold or dry it got outside. And Draco always loved running his fingers through Harry's dark black mess of hair that was still somehow incredibly soft. 

That night ended with cuddles, coversations, and sweet kisses.

The next day they gorged themselves on sweets, and cuddled all day in the cozy common room.