↳ Drarry Oneshots

Muggle Studies.

Draco was a bright kid, top of the class in everything, high grades too. But there was one lesson he practically never understood no matter how hard he tried. Muggle studies. Yes, he took muggle studies.

This was all because he liked Harry Potter and he wanted to understand more about what muggle life was like, such as technology. His father did not agree with him taking the subject and although his mother kindly accepted it, she wasn't really fond of it, especially being pure-blood.

Professor Burbage recommended that Draco spoke to a muggle born or someone who had grown up in the muggle world to teach him more and to help him understand.

His brain instantly told him to go to Harry, he grew up in the muggle world right? What harm could it do?

So he did just that, after History with Professor Binns, he went back to the dungeons and entered the Slytherin common room, waving to Crabbe as he walked past the black leather couch and up the stairs to the dormitory. He pushed the door open and strode along to his four poster bed covered in dark green sheets that matched the atmosphere in the room. He sat down, grabbed his parchment, a black quill and some ink and wrote

Hey Harry,
Probably sounds so strange and maybe unsettling,
can you meet me? Outside Slytherin common room in the dungeons, I need help in muggle studies.
Draco

He rolled it up and tied it with a green string, leaving the dungeons, waving (again) at Crabbe when he shut the door.

He made his way to the West tower and up to the owlery where his Eagle-Owl was kept, he was perched in the corner far away from Hedwig who slept peacefully.

The ground was filled with straw and the air was cool against his skin. He walked quickly over to his owl, tying the letter to its leg, his hands trembling. The owl nipped his finger affectionately and fluttered off out the window to the Gryffindor common room to find Harry.

After peacefully walking back to the slytherin common room, Draco sat by the fire and began to stress about Harry. Would he reply? And if he did, would he believe him? He sat there and wondered for what felt like hours before dozing off in his robes.

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Harry and Ron were sat by the window of there dorm, chatting away with Neville, Seamus and Dean. They ate sweets and discussed stupid topics. Harry wasn't paying that much attention but he chuckled at some of the things the boys were saying.

There was a slight tap at the window and Harry turned his head, there was nothing there so he returned to looking and Dean and Seamus.

Tap. Tap.

There it was again, this time when he turned his head he saw glowing eyes, an owl had been tapping to try deliver something.

"Let 'im in" Seamus said "Gowan, it may be important"

Harry opened the window and the owl hooted and flew in the room. Dean had a look of horror on his face.

"Hold on Harry, isn't that Dracos owl?"
"I think so.." he took the letter from the owls leg "let's just read the letter".

Harry opened up the piece of parchment and read it aloud. The boys all looked at him in shock when he finished.

"This is your chance Harry !" Ron exclaimed excitedly.
"What do you mean ?" Harry gave him a look of confusion.
"Oh come on Harry, you two are perfect for each other" Dean chuckled.

Harry still had a look of confusion on his face "are you serious? Draco? He could be joking" Harry seemed uneasy.
"I don't think so, he may really need help and you're the only one he may know who has grown up with muggles" Ron suggested.
"I guess" Harry shrugged
"Don't worry Harry, if he hurts you we'll hex him"