↳ Drarry Oneshots

Cold.

Summer soon changed to fall, later into winter. A cold, hard, monstrous winter.

Snow settled across the castle grounds casting a tinted glow on each window and icicles formed like small daggers on rooftops and window ledges.

Each morning, the sun wouldn't rise and the sky would remain a beautiful dark blue all day. Draco typically enjoyed this, he didn't have to leave the castle.

However, outside classes continued and Hagrid insisted on showing his class a small Yeti he found deep in the forest.

This meant a cold, wet, snowy afternoon for both the Slytherin and Gryffindor 5th Years.

*

Draco trudged along the castle grounds, exiting to follow the rest of his year towards Hagrid's hut where he'd take them to see his small friend.

He spotted his raven haired boyfriend who was almost equally as annoyed as Draco, walking along the snowy grounds with his friends, Granger and the weasel.

"Potter!" He called out, watching as Harry turned around slightly more displeased than Draco had anticipated.

Draco glared at him with a pout played along his lips. Harry sighed "sorry love, it's freezing come on" he apologised, quickly grabbing hold of Draco's hand and dragging him down the hill.

*

The lesson they had was completely useless. Why did they even need to learn about a stupid yeti?

Walking back to the castle, Draco felt himself shiver and quickly sprinted inside. He decided missing potions would be the least of his problems, maybe more so for Harry, he thought.

He laid in bed, covered in two blankets, a fluffy pair of new pyjamas his mother had sent and three pairs of socks, with the small fire blazing in the middle of the room.

He sniffled ever so slightly and nearly slapped himself knowing he was destined to get sick if he left the room.

*
Draco's stomach growled, waking him up abruptly and he realised he had missed all his after noon classes and lunch.

He checked the small clock next to his bed. It read six thirty, meaning Draco had about fifteen minutes before he would be pushed out his dorm to eat by Pansy.

He decided on a quick shower, checking his collar and neck for any marks left from the recent weekend.

Still there, still perfect. It sounds strange but Draco loved the dominance Harry had, the way he pushed him to the wall, the way Harry almost pleased him with anything he did. Just by looking at his stupid face made Draco flush red. He loved him, he really did.