Drarry One Shots

3 times Harry sat on Draco's lap + 1 time neither of them minded

Remember how I said I'd try get a new part out 'soon'?? Yeah.. sorry about that? I'm not gonna promise to post more often bc I haven't been able to live up to that so far so...  sorry- enjoy!! Also, I am working on the next few parts but like.. who knows when those will actually be posted? Sorry 'bout that!!

1.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!"

Harry came storming into the dorm room, startling the few occupants who had been lounging on the plush couches. This did in fact include the pointy git himself. Draco was stretched out sideways on a love seat, book held upright in his lap, and 'in no mood to talk to a yelling prat thank you very much'

"Potter? What, exactly, is it you're disturbing me about now?" 

"That, the chair you're in right now? That's my chair." 

"Oh? is it now?" Draco shuffled a little, making a show of how comfortable he was, "I saw no name on it. Besides, even if it was 'your chair', what exactly would you do to move me?"

When the common room stayed silent for longer than what most people would have considered normal, Draco grudgingly moved his eyes up to meet Harry's. The prat looked how he did when faced with some "insanely difficult" potions recipe, Harry's gaze remained fixed on him -calculating some risk - Draco realised. Then he was moving, taking long strides from the doorway across the dark wood floors.

Carefully, Draco shifted his weight,

"Potter. What exactly are you-"

And suddenly he had a lap full of Potter. He wasn't nearly as heavy as Draco expected, and he smelt rather nice too; possibly some fancy muggle shampoo. If it weren't Harry sodding Potter, he might have enjoyed this, but alas, it was Harry sodding Potter. So he did the only logical thing and shoved Harry onto the ground as hard as he could. 

"What on earth do you think you're doing, Potty? If you so badly want you chair back, then fine! you can have it! I don't care, just do not try sitting on me again or so help me-"

"Malfoy, shut up."

Later, Harry did indeed snuggle into the corner of 'his chair', while Draco had opted for storming back to his bedroom

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2.

"Y'know. I don't mind the shared common room, but I think we should be allowed to eat at our own house tables.." Ron sighed, staring pointedly at Luna where she had decided to join the 8th years as she re-told some story about one of her creatures she'd found recently.

All Harry could do was mumble some noise of agreement through his mouthful of eggs on toast, which seemed to be enough for Ron to roll his eyes with an exasperated smile and begin properly digging into breakfast. Hermione seemed happy enough to ignore the two boys, choosing to humour Luna instead. 

"Right, shove over, Potter."  

"Wh- Oh," Harry took a second to swallow his breakfast, "Why? There's plenty of room.. I dunno, over there?" He gestured vaguely to the left of himself,

"In case you haven't noticed, my friends are on this side of you and as much as Lovegood's fantasies entertain me, I'd much rather be sitting next to them. So if you don't mind, could you move further down that way?"

Harry paused a second, genuinely mulling over the pros and cons of letting Draco sit down. Ron had eyed the two of them at first, but had clearly decided that breakfast was better than whatever the two were bickering about now - which in hindsight was probably a smart move. He paused for dramatic effect, sighing before grudgingly moving over to allow Draco to sit. It's not like Harry would let Malfoy relax into his seat though.