drarry oneshots

Heathers!

thank you for the idea Loki_Herron

Heathers! Plus Harry Potter and minus J.D and a few extra parts that I added.

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Harry sat on the benches, writing in his diary.  His jeans were uncomfortable, but they were the only thing that went with his blue hoodie.  He sighed, flipping to the next page and checking his phone for the date.

"September 1st, 1989." He said to himself, doodling it down on the top of his lined book.

'Dear Diary,

I believe I'm a good person. You know, I think that there's good in everyone, but; here we are! First day of senior year! And... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself; what happened?'

Ron Weasley, a kid that played the drums yelled at the guitarist:

"Freak!"

"Slut!" The guy yelled back.

"Burnout!"

"Bug-eyes!"

"Poser!"

"Lard-ass!" 

'We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased...' He continued, ignoring the screams and names coming from every mouth in the room.

'But I know life can be beautiful, I pray for a better way.  If we changed back then, we could change again! We could be beautiful..."

Neville Longbottom, the nerdiest kid in school, crashed into Blaise Zabini, the kid who wants to be a wrestler.  Harry shut his eyes, scared to see what would happen to Neville.

"Ow!" He screamed.  Potter stood up, closing his diary.  He was confused to say the least, everyone was singing.

"Somebody hug me! Somebody fix me! Somebody save me! Send me a sign, God! Give me some hope, here! Something to live for!" The lights seemed to dim.  He heard the click-clack of high-heeled shoes.  A girl wearing yellow clothing entered the room, Pansy Parkinson.  She's head cheerleader, her dad is loaded - he sells engagement rings.  Next, another girl entered the room, Caitlyn Gold, also known as "The most beautiful".  She runs the yearbook, she's a matchmaker, her dad also paid for implants.

Then, a boy walked through the doorway.  His clothing was red, a short skirt, knee high socks and a small jacket.  Harry had always had a crush on him, he was sex on legs.  His name was Draco Malfoy, the almighty.  His red lipstick made his lips look so kissable.  Harry blushed, the same shade as the Draco's socks.  He imagined a life where Draco liked him, too.  A life where Harry was popular, never harassed, a cute blonde swooning over him...

The bell suddenly ran and it snapped Harry out of his fantasy.  He watched as the trio went to the bathroom, he had no idea why Draco was allowed in the girl's lavatory.  Harry followed him, not really thinking.  He hid behind the door, listening to every word that escaped the three's lips.  He heard the sound of someone puking.

"Grow up, Parkinson.  That makeup was from '87!" Draco muttered, reapplying his lipstick.

"Maybe you should see a doctor, Pansy."

"Yeah, Caitlyn, maybe I should.  Or maybe Dean and Seamus need to stop fucking each other behind the bleachers!" She yelled in reply, puking again.  Draco snickered, before Professor McGonagall walked in.

"Ah, Draco and Caitlyn"

"Blurh!"

"...and Pansy.  Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all the vomiting; you're late for class." She said.