Drarry Oneshots

Bubblegum and Blondes

this morning i had the idea of skater boy! draco and it escalated from there and now I'm here i love this so much and i have zero regrets i really fucking hope you guys like this concept

Harry shoved his hands deep in his pockets as Ron and Hermione continued to talk.

"Yes, but just because I spelled it wrong, he marked it wrong? He knew the idea I was trying to give, he just hates me!" Hermione complained.

"Probably," Ron replied, shrugging. "Snape is a little bitch. I'm sure you would have aced your history test if he wasn't such an asshole."

Hermione relaxed a bit at that. "Thanks," she murmured, grinning at her friend. He smiled back in return.

Harry chewed on his lip.

"Harry, you alright?" Hermione asked.

"Do you have any gum?" he asked.

Her face softened. "Is your anxiety gettting bad again? No, sorry, I don't. Ron?"

The redhead shook his head. "Does anyone have money to get gum?"

Collective shaking heads.

Ron sighed. "Let's find someone and ask."

They continued to walk, and Harry attempted to focus on the ground in front of him, trying to ease his anxiety.

This happened often. His anxiety would spike randomly, and if he didn't handle it, it would escalate  to an anxiety attack. Chewing gum had become his sort of way of dealing with it. It was easy to focus on the feeling of chewing. He would try eating, but he was too scared he would have an anxiety attack and choke on his food and die.

(Before anyone says that chewing gum doesn't help anxiety, I'll have you know this is exactly what i do to help my anxiety, and it does help, so ha. It works.)

"What about them?" Ron asked, pointing to a small group of people sitting by the skate park.

Hermione frowned. "They're probably druggies."

"Who cares?" Ron replied. "If they are, they probably have money. Harry, you okay with it?"

Harry nodded absently.

Ron grabbed his arm, gently pulling him towards the trio by the skate park. Hermione huffed and followed relutantly.

Harry lifted his eyes to see the trio in front of him, who's eyes were now resting on him.

One of the boys had dark skin, and short black hair. He had an earbud in one ear, the other taken out as he raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Harry. His deep brown eyes studied him carefully, reading him. He wore a black Thrasher shirt and ripped black jeans. He folded his arms, and leaned against the fence. A grey skateboard leaned against the fence next to him.

Sitting on the fence above him was a pale girl with short black hair and calculating brown eyes. A black hat was backwards on her head, and she wore shorts and a black tank top. An electric green skateboard laid across her lap.

And next to her... oh God.

Next to the girl was possibly the hottest boy Harry had ever seen. His skin was paler than the girls, his hair a white-blonde in comparison to the other two. His eyes were a light grey, and watched Harry with interest. He directly contrasted with the darker aura of the other two. He wore a grey beanie, a white t-shirt, and black ripped jeans identical to the other boy's. His dark green skateboard rested on the ground and he leaned on it with one hand.

"Can we help you?" he asked.

God, even his voice was sexy. Harry immediately felt more anxious even thinking about talking to him.