Drarry Oneshots

Nail Polish

The first time Draco got his nails painted, he was drunk. Pansy had done them up a pretty silver to match his eyes while Malfoy was passed out on one of the couches in the common room and when he woke hours later and notices, he cant be bothered to take it off.

You like it! Pansy says with a wide grin as the two walk down to the Great Hall.

No I dont, Draco denies. Im just too hungover to vanish it, He says lamely and Pansy rolls her eyes.

Right, She says with a scoff. Not like itd only take a swish of your wand or anything,

Draco sends her a halfhearted obscene gesture and the Slytherin girl chuckles but doesnt taunt him again. She catches him observing his nails throughout their lectures with undivided attention, watching them gleam and shimmer in the sunlight and cant help but grin.

A few days later, Draco had begun to get over the glamour and took to picking at the polish whenever fits of anxiety would claw up his throat and fill with static behind his eyes. He was holed up in his dorm room, knees pulled to his chest, breathing heavy as he watches the chips of silver polish drop to a pile on his bed sheets with each pickpickpick of his nails.

His shared dorm opens and Potter stumbles inside looking exhausted yet he freezes upon noticing Draco. Draco? He calls with slight confusion into the semi darkness. Are you alright?

A moments silence passed between them before Draco says, No, The word comes out strangled as he hyperventilates and shuts his eyes tight.

Harry is at his side in an instant. Can I touch you? He whispers and a few seconds later Draco nods, an action Harry nearly doesnt catch through the lightest sliver of moonlight coming through their window. He wraps his arms around Draco gently, frowning at the intensity of his breathing. What happened? He asks softly as Draco trembles in his grip.

My mark, Draco murmurs, hiding his hands under his long sleeves. It was hurting like... Like I was being called to him, He shudders, breathing slowing slightly with the way Harry was gently rocking them back and forth. I keep having these dreams-nightmares-about him. What he couldve done to my family, A strangled sob leaves his mouth and Harrys heart breaks. I did everything I could to keep them safe,

And you did. They are safe, Draco, Harry reassures him, running a hand through the boys hair.

My father is in Azkaban, Harry. Thats not exactly safe, Draco whispers, lip trembling.

Harry frowns, not exactly having a reply to that one. Draco had him there. Youve got three months and then youre out of here, yeah? Then you can see your mum and visit your dad, He says eventually and Draco nods slowly, breath beginning to even out. And Voldemorts gone, remember? Thats just your imagination, Harry promises.

But what if-

If anyone is positive hes dead, its me, Draco, Harry says with a soft grin. I understand, though. My scar hurts sometimes but then I realize its not real. It never is anymore,

Draco nods, curling into Harrys arms with a shudder. Thank you, He whispers.

Harry merely shrugs and grabs the silver nail polish off Dracos dresser. Give me your hands, He murmurs. With furrowed eyebrows, Draco does as hes told and watches as Harry vanishes the rest of the paint on his nails before unscrewing the polish bottle and begins repainting his nails. The blond watches as if in a trance and Harry grins when he notices. There, all done,

Draco admires Harrys work quickly. Not too bad, He says but his words hold no bite.

Harry rolls his eyes gently with a light laugh. I like you with it on, He says eventually and Draco fights to keep a blush from his cheeks.

Do you? He asks softly, staring down at his lap.

Yeah, Harry admits. Can I make a request for next time?

Sure, Potter, Draco says with the slightest grin.

Green, He says instantly.

What? To match your eyes? Draco replies sarcastically and Harry shrugs with a wink.

Possibly, He smirks and Draco rolls his eyes.

Fine, He says eventually. But youve got to paint them for me,