Wolfstar-Drarry Oneshots

Damn you, Potter

Fluff
8th Year
Draco's POV:

  Let's get something straight, because I'm not. Potter is a complete and total, utterly ungraceful cluts. Unlike myself. You give him something to hold, he drops it. "Hey, can you hold the very delicate and fragile, priceless ceramic teacup that also happened to be in my family since the dawn of time?" "Oh yeah sure! Let me help you wi-" Smash. In a crowded area? Trips himself up, and most likely multiple others. Walking up the stairs? Falls on his face. And then he just jumps right back up again, brushes himself off with a grin, and keeps on waking. Like it doesn't bother him whatsoever. But I suppose he would be hurting himself much more often if I hadn't always happened to be near, casting silent balance charms, coincidently making the spot on the floor his face colides with soft as a pillow seconds before it happens. But it's just coincidence. Nothing more than that. It's not like I'm following him around, preventing catastrophes that might damage his beautiful face beyond all magical repair. Just coincidence. So one day, we were in potions, I was minding my own business making some draught of living death, and went up to the ingredients closet to fetch some Valerian sprigs. I realized only when I was already in the cupboard that Mr. Spinning- image- of- Grace had come up behind me to bring some Infusion Of Wormwood back to his desk. As he emerged from the closet, I noticed his shoe was untied. I had only seconds to react, for this would lead to devestation. I reached for my wand in my back pocket, but remembered it was left sitting useless next to my coldron. I was totally unprepared for this situation. On his third step, his foot landed on a shoelace. As he began to take his next step, I don't know what came over me. I dropped my ingredients on the floor, and heard a faint crash. "Damn you, Potter." I muttered as I sprinted through the few feet that was left betwean us and grabbed his waist just as his hands flew into the air. I spun him around so his back was to the floor and cradled his head, just in case I went down with him. But I caught him, and now I was standing, hunched over him cradled in my arms. It was like the finale to a spectacular waltz, when the man dips the woman and kisses her. Accept this time there was no kiss. Only raged breathing, and that wild mane of black hair so close to me that one lock was an inch away from just grazing my nose. His lips were parted and his eyes were wild like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. I could feel the same expression on in my face. It took me a moment of gazing into his wide forest green eyes to realize that the entire classroom was silent, and had witness the entire act from the start. With Potter still laying in my arms, panting softly, my eyes widened further in horror and I very slowly began to turn my head to the rest of the class. Hands had flown over mouths, there were several muffled screatches from each of our many admirers, and some choking, gurgling noises of shock that rose from the desk where the rest of Potter's golden trio sat. My head snapped back to him where his eyes were still locked to my face. He seemed to have regained full consciousness because all of a sudden, out of his mouth rang loud and proud for everyone to hear, "Is that your wand Malfoy, or are you just happy to see me?" No laughter, juat silence. My eyes filled with rage (thats what we'll call them. Not tears, rage.) And my face was burning. I tried to scowl in hopes it would drive away the furious pink that now decorated my entire face. I dropped him the the floor in a pile of limbs and looked at my hands as if in disgust. I brushed myself off, cleared my throat, and walked back to my seat with everyone's eyes on me. I sat back down and remembered that I never retrieved my Valerian Sprigs, but busied myself with chopping Sopophorous Bean that I didn't need. I wouldn't stand during this class again if my life depended on it. I stole a glance at Potter who was just stumbling to his feet, and heading back to his seat. Another mumble if "Damn you, Potter." breached my lips. Incidentally, it was loud enough for Parkanson to hear from the seat in front of me, who'd been paralyzed from shock since 'the accident.' She began to very slowly, turn her head to reveal wild and frightened eyes, her hand still glued over her mouth. There was nothing I could do but role my eyes at her and try to hide the blush that creeped up to my face. I was seriously considering the possibility of a self-aimed Killing Curse.

  When class was finally dismissed, I sprang from my seat as fast as possible and practically ran into the hall. When I finally reached my favorite coutyard, I hurried over to my common hiding spot in a hole in a very large oak tree. It was large enough to sit in comfortably, and was shaped much like a chair. It faced the woods, and away from the castle where other students could see me. I often came here to be alone, where it was quiet. No one ever came here but me. So you can imagine I was more than a little suprised to find the the russle of grass I heard was not an abnormally fat squirrel, but the very man that caused most of my problems.
"Um... hey." He said I jumped rather violently, and gave a high pitched squeal- no - a very masculine shreeck of surprise. I tried to cover it as a schoff as I looked up. "And to what do I owe the pleasure, Potter?" I spat. He just stood there twiddling his thumbs, rocking back and fourth in his heals.
"I, uh... I just wanted to say sorry." I was a bit taken aback- ok I was shocked and confused. But that doesn't matter now. I cleared my throat in what we can pretend was a menacing way. "Oh." I failed to sneer. He then looked around nervously, and began to sit down next to me. "Oh." This one sounded surprised. Why was he doing this? My hands were balled into fists and I looked away from him. I cringed, recalling the event. An angry sigh escaped my mouth. I turned back to him.
"Just go-" and his mouth was on mine. He was rough but gentle. No had ever kissed me like this. He slowly work his tongue into my mouth, and I didn't fight back, but it took me a moment to realize what was going on. And that at some point my eyes closed, my hands relaxed, and I was... enjoying it. A lot. And there was no point fighting the urge to kiss back. So I did. And it was the most bloody brilliant kiss I'd ever had. When we finally pulled away to catch out breathe, (lungs honestly can suck my dick) a familiar frase spilled out of my mouth. "Damn you, Potter." And we dove back in.

Ok, this did not really turn out as planned but whatever. PLEASE request, I don't want to have to scroll through Tumblr again for ideas. It was pretty gruesome. I feel like all of my fics are kinda short, tell me if I should make them longer. Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Peace out, bitches.