Drarry Drabbles

Oblivious

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

Draco P.O.V.

"Hey!" Harry bounded into the room of requirement and swept Draco up in his arms, spinning him around excitedly.

"Harry!" Draco exclaimed reproachfully; being twirled around hadn't been top his to-do list that day, even if it was by Harry.

"So Draco," Harry said, once he had set Draco back on his feet, "we've been dating for quite a while now. A year actually, since we just got back to school."

"You had better not be proposing to me, Potter."

Harry looked confused for a moment and then chuckled, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Get to the point, Potter." Draco tried, and failed, to hide the blush dusting his cheeks.

"I just... I think..." It seemed as though he was having second thoughts about what he had been about to ask, "Maybe it's time we told everyone."

Seeing the look on Draco's face he quickly amended, "Not everyone everyone... but our friends? Like Ron, Hermione, Pansy, Zabini..."

He trailed off as he noticed Draco's horrified expression. Shaking his head vehemently, Draco said, "We can't, Harry, we just... can't."

It was a lame argument, but how could he say that he didn't want his friends to know about him without making it seem as though he were ashamed of Harry?

Harry seemed to deflate, "Please, Draco, you know they would understand."

"Would they though?" He could see that Harry saw what he meant.

Ron despised Draco, and Hermione had actually punched him last year. There was no way they would just openly accept Draco into their little hero cult. Not without an extensive psych evaluation of one or both of them. At the least.

"Everyone will be too preoccupied with the upcoming tournament to care about us." Harry argued.

Draco arched an eyebrow at him, "You seriously underestimate how famous you are."

"I see your point." Harry admitted, "But it's getting hard to lie to them. At least promise me that we'll tell them at some point."

"Or. We could not." Draco suggested, only half-jokingly.

"You want to carry on sneaking around for the rest of our lives."

Draco smiled in what he hoped was a convincingly hopeful expression, and Harry just raised his eyebrows disbelievingly.

"You're impossible." He shook his head, but leaned in for a kiss anyway.

Draco leaned in to kiss back, and Harry pulled away slightly, "Promise."

Draco moaned, "This is cheating."

Harry pulled back slightly farther and Draco conceded, "Okay, okay I promise. Now kiss me you idiot."

Harry smirked and pulled him closer once again, "Oh good, I thought I was going to have to leave the room."

"Shut up." Draco rolled his eyes.

"You didn't actually sign up, did you?" Draco asked, failing miserably to make his question sound sarcastic.

He had tracked Harry down in the hallway after the school champions had been chosen, dread pumping through his veins, "You're not seriously going to have to compete?"

"That was fast, Malfoy." Ron scowled, "Always have to be the first to mock Harry, don't you? Blimey Harry, it's like he fancies you or something."

Ron "humphed" exasperatedly and turned to lead the trio away. Harry shrugged and smiled cheekily over his shoulder at Draco, who shot him a "you had better explain everything to me in detail later" glare.