Drarry Oneshots

Grapefruit Shampoo

Draco has always loved potions class. He loved the exact science and the amount of attention one needs to make a potion perfect. For others potions was a drag, even the Slytherins, who were known for their excellence in the subject. But for Draco it was calming, it was a distraction, especially after the war. He didnt know what had gotten into him when he had decided to return to Hogwarts to finish his education.

'Well get you a private tutor!' His mother had offered, but he thought it best to go back to that blasted school. How bad could it be? He thought to himself as he walked into the great hall on that first night.

It was bad.

Astronomically bad.

Before he even had the chance to sit down someone shouted from across the hall. Hey look! Its that Malfoy death eater! Everyone went silent and all eyes turned to Draco. He ducked his head and quietly made his way to the Slytherin table, taking a seat far away from the rest of his housemates. There werent many people that came back after the war, and there were definitely a lot less Slytherins. After examining his own table his eyes habitually wandered over to the Gryffindor table where he spotted a familiar pair of emerald green eyes staring back at him. Dracos face started to heat up when Harry didnt look away, and even more so when Harry actually smiled at him.

Coming back to potions, the Gryffindors and Slytherins shared that class together. Draco didnt know whether this was amazing or just down right awful. You see, Draco had fallen back into his old routine of staring at Potter, but this time with less malice in his eyes. Purposely seating himself in the back of the classroom so he could get a good look at Potter. He soon worked out that he had developed a crush on his old school rival, which was only fodder for his little staring game. And, oh yes, he had made a game out of it. Seeing how long he could stare at the boy without getting caught. It was quite thrilling.

Though he did think the universe was playing a cruel joke on him when his professor had assigned Harry Potter as his potions partner on the day that they were brewing Amortentia. They were all gathered around the cauldron as the professor explained to everyone what their assignment would be. As soon as she pulled the lid off of the cauldron, the room filled with the scent of ink, parchment, and most prominently, Harry Potter.

Okay, your partners will be, Hermione and Pansy, Ron and Neville, Draco and Harry

Dracos heart started thumping against his chest. Of course, just casually brewing the most powerful love potion in the world with my arch enemy who I just so happen to have a crush on. Thats just lovely. Though Draco didnt show these nerves. He just looked at Harry, arched his eyebrow, and walked over to one of the unoccupied tables. He opened up his potions book to find the ingredients for the potion and started to read over it when he heard someone plonk down next to him.

Potter. He greeted, still not looking up from his book.

Malfoy. Harry replied. Draco heard the shuffling of books then the rapid turning of pages before getting up and gathering the necessary ingredients. He carefully placed all of them on the table next to the cauldron and turned to face Harry.

Since potions is clearly not your strong suit, heres how this is going to work. I will handle all the stirring and chopping and what not and you will simply hand me the ingredients that I ask for. Im assuming you know what all of these are.

Harry started to smiled at him and chuckled. Sure, Malfoy. Whatever you say.

Colour started to diffuse onto Dracos face. And stop smiling at me, Potter! Its unnerving.

They started to brew the potion. There were various occasions in which Harry didnt know what a certain item was or when he mistook wolfsbane for wormwood. Though Draco wasnt irritated, he actually found it rather endearing. He also found out that Potter looked rather sexy when he was reading over the instructions and mumbling to himself, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead from the heat of the classroom. Draco caught his eyes wandering and had concluded that it was much harder to stare at Harry when he was standing right next to him. He was just so bloody distracting!

Despite the many setbacks, they still managed to be the first group to finish brewing the potion. The professor came over and inhaled the fumes from their brew of Amortentia. Well done, boys. Im impressed that you managed to brew such a perfect potion in such little time. She gave a quick smile and continued to walk around the class, checking the progress of all her other students.

Draco turned back to look at Harry who was smiling lightly at him. Not bad, Potter. You didnt manage to blow anything up this time. Draco held out a hand and Harry took it, shaking it firmly.

What do you smell? Harry asked, looking back at the cauldron that was emitting pink steam. Draco inhaled deeply, it still smelled primarily like Grapefruit, a smell he usually found emitting from Harry Potter. Maybe it was the type of shampoo he used? Draco didnt know, all he knew is that the smell was twice as intense as the first time he smelt it, seeing as Potters shoulder was touching his own.

Draco cleared his throat. Umm, ink, parchment, and uhh, grapefruit.

Harry nodded. I love grapefruit. My favourite fruit, perhaps. I actually have a grapefruit scented shampoo. Nasty in the summer though, all the insects just come flying right toward the scent.

So it was his shampoo. Draco thought then cleared his throat. What do you smell? He asked shyly.

Harry inhaled, his face formed a smile. Well, I can hardly smell anything over your cologne. He joked.

A small smile began to form on Dracos face as he started down at the desk. He looked up at Harry who was still smiling, although he looked a little confused. What? He asked with a small chuckle.

Im, uh, not wearing any cologne. Draco flashed a genuine smile at the wide eyed boy. Draco gave a chuckle as Harry began to blush and scratch the back of his neck while rambling off that It wasnt necessarily Malfoys cologne and that it could just be someone who wears the same cologne as Malfoy.

Draco smiled fondly at Harry. Potter! He yelled. Harry stopped speaking and looked up at the taller boy.

Yes?

Would you like to accompany on a date to The Three Broomsticks this weekend?

Harry blinked. Yea. He nodded. Yea, I would. He and Draco started to gather up their stuff to head to their next class. Hold on, Draco looked up and met Potters gaze. How come you didnt smell me in the potion? Harry asked in mock offence.

I did. The emerald eyed boy scrunched up his face in confusion. Draco smiled and reach a hand out to ruffle up Harrys already messy hair. Grapefruit shampoo. He gathered up the rest of his stuff and took one last look at a smiling Harry before walking out the the classroom.