Drarry Oneshots

I Don't Want to be Your Dirty Secret

Harry felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. His heart races in his chest and his hands curl into fists as he watches Draco Malfoy run his hands through another boys hair. The wizard looks strikingly similar to him but that didnt stop the painful swell in his chest as he watches Malfoy kiss down the boys neck. Draco looks up, smirking at Harry when he catches him watching and Potter grits his teeth, anger washing over his skin, clammy from the rising temperature in the room.

Honestly? He snaps, nearing closer to the two. This is the common room. Find someplace more private, would you? Harrys voice comes out sharper than he had expected and he can tell from the quirk of Dracos eyebrows that it surprised him as well.

Malfoy would be lying if he denied wanting to rile Harry up on purpose. One couldnt blame him; he wasnt sure where he and Harry stood exactly and was insecure. He had been fooling around with Potter on the regular for months now but after a blowjob, hickeys and a sticky orgasm, they never talked about it and well Draco couldnt help but take it into his own hands, being the sneaky Slytherin that he was.

Draco pulls away from the boy, a seventh year Harry didnt recognize when he finally got a look and says, Whats wrong, Potter? It doesnt disgust you to see two men touching each other, does it?

Harry goes frigid at Dracos words. He wasnt out yet and Draco knew it was a low blow as soon as he said it but he couldnt help himself. Draco was hurting, not knowing what Potter was planning each time he pulled him into a broom closet by the tie and wanted answers, needed answers. He wanted to hurt Harry back.

Of course not, Harry hisses, eyes narrowed. As long as what youre doing doesnt hurt me, I dont care, He insists, standing a bit too straight, breathing just shallow enough not to be casual. The unspoken words were there regardless. As long as what youre doing doesnt hurt me, I dont care but it does.

The smirk lessens just slightly on Dracos lips and he sighs, tracing circles on the younger Slytherin boys skin, in the same way he did to Harry on nights where they just kissed, sweet and tender without roaming hands and another pang of hurt runs like ice water down Harrys spine. Draco wanted to say something, wanted to stop this and scream how much whatever this was meant to him but his words seem mired on his throat.

The seventh year had stopped kissing Draco by now, feeling Harrys gaze on him like daggers and adjusts himself in Dracos lap, uncomfortable. Do you want me to go? He murmurs, biting his lip which was red and swollen where Draco had licked and nipped at them.

Draco runs a hand down to the Slytherins thigh and shakes his head, opening his mouth to reply before Harry beats him to it. Yes,

Dracos head snaps up to Harry, surprised. Merlin, he hadnt expected this at all. No, Jack, you dont need to go, Draco says, as evenly as he can manage. His hands shook with the anticipation of whatever Potter had up his sleeve next and he hides them deep in his robes to conceal them.

The seventh years eyebrows furrow, looking conflicted before he eventually slides off Dracos lap and stands, smoothing out his robes. Er, owl me when you can, Jack says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before giving them both an uncomfortable jerk of his chin of dismissal and heads up to his dorm.

Draco meets Harrys eyes again, a smouldering green laced with anger and fakes a pout behind a grin. Ruining all my fun, He says eventually, crossing his arms over his chest.

Before Malfoy can fully register whats going on, Harry has both of Dracos wrists in his hands, pinned to the recliner he had once been sitting in. Straddling him, Harry insists, I cant let other boys fooling around with whats mine, while he takes in the budding hickeys on Dracos neck, the crest of his jaw and jealousy runs off him in waves.

Dracos heart races at his words. Mine mine mine but forces a sneer as he says, Since when was it decided that I was yours, Potter? Last time I checked all I was, was a warm mouth, A flash of hurt washes over Dracos gaze like a hazy film and he looks away from Potter, not bothering to break from his grip.

The last time he and Harry had gotten into a fight, Draco had screamed until his throat was raw that Harry couldnt keep doing this, hiding away. It wasnt fair to the either of them.

Harry seemed to feed off on the hostility and through gritted teeth, he had said, There is no us, Draco. So whether or not whatever this is is fair is out of the question. Were not together. Youre nothing but a warm mouth to me,

Draco had recoiled, as if physically struck and stumbled away from Harry, fighting back tears. Fuck you, Potter, He had snapped brokenly before leaving the room and heading out to the Quidditch pitch where he was free to scream and cry and blast the field to oblivion on heightened emotions.

Harrys eyes soften as soon as Draco had responded. Thats not true and you know it,

Do I? Draco scoffs, breath coming off hot and sporadic, anger running like acid through his veins. Because you havent exactly made it obvious,

Harry frees Dracos hands, only to run his own through his hair. Im sorry, alright? Im just Im not ready to come out to everyone just yet,

Pity runs through Dracos system and Harry feels it coming off him in waves. I get that, Draco says, as softly as he can. But its not fair to you or whoever youre with. It shouldnt have to be hidden make outs in empty corridors and quickies in the Quidditch locker room, Frustration had made it into Dracos tone the more he spoke and Harry cant help but feel guilty when he continued. I cant keep hiding. Ive been doing that for years and I need to know if youre in this fully or if this is all one sided because if it is, Im out,

Potter lets off a shaky breath, grinding his teeth as he thinks. I Im scared, He says eventually, looking almost ashamed. I dont even want to imagine what the Prophet will look like once I do come out, Harry already had an idea of what exactly the papers would say, however. Harry Potter, Bisexual or Greedy? He shudders, looking down at his hands and murmurs, Its not you that Im afraid of, Draco. Its the repercussions once the secrets out. Who itll hurt,

Dont you think Im hurting enough? Draco asks sharply and frowns when Harry takes his face in his trembling hands.

I never wanted to hurt you, He sighs, looking nearly as pained as Draco. Not now, not ever. I wish you could see that,

Draco is scowling again, not entirely convinced. How do I know you mean it and that youre not just a horny bastard? Harry chuckles which only riles Draco up further. Look, Potter. If all you want to do is play games, Im not going to be that person so unless you take the time to explain yourself right now, Im going to go up to my dorm and you can kiss this goodbye, His words ring with a sort of undeniable truth that makes Harrys skin crawl and he panics, grabbing a hold of Dracos face gently.

Alright, He says in a whisper. Ill tell everyone. Ill scream it from the bloody rooftops if thats really what you want,

Draco raises a sceptical eyebrow, eyes blazing as he says, How can I be sure that youll stick to your word?

A beat of silence passes between them before Harry closes the gap and kisses him, hot and passionate. It takes a moment for Draco to truly realize what was happening. Potter was kissing him in the middle of the common room where anyone was free to walk in on them. Maybe he wasnt bluffing.

Is that answer enough for you? He whispers, foreheads touching. If Draco lifted a hand up to Harrys chest, he would be able to feel the racing of his heart, quick as a jackrabbit and soon he does, running a hand under Potters shirt to trail over the expanse of dark skin.

For now, Draco murmurs, touching touching touching Potter anywhere he could reach. For now, that would be enough.