Drarry Oneshots

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Harry barely recognized Draco when he had stepped foot back into Hogwarts for his eighth year. The blonds hair was disheveled and he held a cigarette between nimble fingers, black leather hugging his slim frame. Draco? He calls and the silver eyed boy debates on ignoring Harry but goes against it, taking a long drag off his cigarette and turns to face him.

What do you want, Potter? He asks, flicking ash off the end of his fag.

I just I just wanted to see how youre doing, The brunet admits and Draco scoffs, rolling his eyes.

Oh Im wonderful, Potter. Splendid. Couldnt be better, really, Sarcasm drips through Dracos tone between puffs of smoke. Is that all you wanted? To stick your nose in my business yet again? He drops the tail of the cigarette, putting it out with the steel toe of his shoe. The blond then moves past Harry, disinterested and walks through the entrance doors of Hogwarts, luggage bag trailing behind him. Harry couldnt believe how much he had changed.

You caught a look at Malfoy yet? Ron asks, both he and Hermione having wandered into Harrys dorm room once he had found one.

Yeah, Harry replies. Im a bit worried about him, He admits. Nobody should change so quickly in the span of 9 months,

The war changed him. It changed all of us, Hermione says, frowning.

Hes just a totally different person now,

Its not really our business anymore, Harry. He saved your life, you saved his, thats it, end of story. The brunette continues, propping her hand over Harrys.

I know but-

You cant save everyone, mate, Ron cuts him off.

Harry nods, sighing. I guess so. C'mon, dinners about to start, He says, dismissing the subject and leaves his room, friends following behind.

Without even realizing it, the green eyed boy was scanning the room for Draco and soon finds him sitting at the Slytherin table with Pansy and Blaise. His two companions looked nearly identical to before the war and they seemed unfazed by Dracos transformation. If anything, they seemed pleased by it. I think it suits you, He hears Pansy say as he passes their table and he cant help but agree. Although the look was different, Draco pulled it off but hell, that boy pulled off anything with his striking figures.

The Chosen One takes a seat beside his friends and loads his plate full of food. He was avoiding the savory foods, gravitating toward the sweets instead; sweet potatoes with marshmallows, pumpkin pasties and many others. Harry without a doubt missed the feasts here at Hogwarts.

Soon enough all the students are herded back to their rooms. As much as Harry tried, he was unable to sleep. It was colder here in these living quarters just under the owlery, Headmistress McGonagall not having any other option to put the eighth years and even under a mountain of blankets he wasnt able to warm up. After a few moments of thought, the brunet leaves his room and heads to the common room to warm up by the fireplace. When he does get there, however, he finds Draco curled up in front of it first, blanket draped over his shoulders.

When the blond looks back and sees the brunet he rolls his eyes. Merlin, I can never get away from you, can I Potter?

Dont be so full of yourself, Malfoy. I had no intention on finding you here. Its just so bloody freezing I wanted to warm up,

Although Draco tried hiding it, a hint of a smile plays on his lips. I suppose it is a bit cold, aye?

You could say that, Harry says and laughs despite himself.

Draco sees how Harry had idled several feet behind him, nowhere close enough to the fire to keep warm so he rolls his eyes, getting up and grabbing the tanner boy by the bicep, pulling him closer to the radiating heat. Harry flushes red, surprised at the contact but says nothing as he rubs his chilled hands together and places them in front of the fireplace. Its odd, Draco starts, staring into the flames. Down in the Slytherin dungeons the fire was always green to match our colours so seeing orange flames is so different,

Not much here is different from the Gryffindor quarters, Harry admits. Theres a few changes though which I like. Mostly having a room to myself,

What, so you can wank in peace? Draco teases with a light smirk.

Harry flushes red again, not meeting the Slytherins gaze. What? N-No, He stammers.

Right, Draco snorts. Youre saying you havent wanked at least once with someone else in the room? He asks with a raised eyebrow.

No! Harry exclaims, staring down at the floor. Have you? He questions, voice quiet and intimidated.

Ive done much more than wank, Potter. Slytherin and Gryffindor quarters seem worlds apart, Draco chuckles.

Apparently, Harry breathes, flabbergasted.

Dont look so surprised, The blond says, amused at Potters reaction. Harry cant help but look Draco over much as he had when he had first arrived at Hogwarts. He had swapped his leather jacket and jeans for a baggy tee shirt and pajama bottoms, hair messy, skin holding a golden glow against the fire. Done checking me out, Potter?

Harry is pulled from his thoughts at the sound of Dracos deep voice which was, as always velvety and even. What? He murmurs, blushing.

Youre not very subtle. You never have been.

I- I wasnt checking you out, The brunet denies.

Sure, Draco snorts, not believing him for a moment.

I wasnt!

Before Harry could defend himself further, Draco is straddling him, faces inches apart from the wizarding saviour. Harry no longer felt cold; he was now blazing hot. He could feel Dracos warmth against his flushed skin, feel his heated breath on his lips. I know youre attracted to me, Harry. Theres no need to hide it,

The mere sound of Harrys name rolling off Dracos tongue causes a shiver to run down his spine which only encourages Draco. M-Malfoy, Harry stammers.

What is it, Potter? If you truly dont want me, all you need to do is say it, Draco murmurs into the shell of his ear.

I-I- He begins but is cut short when a small whimper leaves his mouth instead, Draco grinding down on his lap. W-Whatre you playing at? He murmurs.

Oh nothing, Potter. I just wanted to test a theory, Draco breathes against his neck, peppering soft kisses there.

A-And what was that? Harry asks, electricity flooding his veins each time Dracos lips met his sensitive skin.

That you were undoubtedly attracted to me, He chuckles before getting up from Harrys lap with a smirk and heads back to his room.