always the one (drarry oneshots)

His Muse

This story happens in a universe where Harry and Draco were never enemies, but never friends. They hardly interacted beyond being paired in classes or saying hello in the hallways.

Draco was sitting alone in the astronomy tower, drawing in his newest sketch book. He loved the quiet time being alone in his favourite spot allowed him. It made it so he could be undisturbed while drawing. Nobody knew that Draco could draw. He never bothered to tell anyone. Not because he felt they would care but because he liked having something only he knew about. He liked the privacy of no one asking to see his sketches or paintings. The only people who knew he was interested in art were  the kids in his magical arts class. They were in the same boat as him, so non of them talked about it. The classes were held at night, in an abandoned classroom. The teacher who was a young witch named Andrea Hayber's was extremely talented. She was also great with her student's. Draco would never admit it, but he preferred her over Snape any day. Which wasn't to say he didn't like Snape or potions, he did, potions was one of his favourite classes, but Andrea was just different. (She insisted the class call her Andrea and not professor or Haybers). Which reminded Draco, he had class soon. So he packed up his pencils and book, grabbed his bag and made his way to the abandoned classroom. He was the second one there, so he sat in his usual chair and waited for the other handful of people to arrive. Finally everyone was there and Andrea started.

"Alright, tonight we are doing something different. We are going to have a live art model." She said

Draco was excited but also nervous, he didn't know how to feel. What if it was someone he knew, or someone who would tell about him being in this class. At the same time, he had never had a live model, it was exciting.

"Our model should be here any minute, now please take out your supplies and get ready, feel free to warm up a bit as well." Andrea said softly before sitting down at her desk.

After about five minutes there was a knock on the door. Everyone in the room froze, not knowing how to react. Andrea got up and opened the door. Familiar raven hair and green eyes entered the room and Draco froze. He ducked his head, hopefully Harry hadn't seen him. When he looked up again, Harry was sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, waiting for his instructions.

"Everyone, this is Harry, he is going to be our model today. He so graciously agreed to do this for me, and to help all of you. So please adjust yourself to the angle you like and get started."  With that Andrea was also drawing, she always drew along with the class.

Draco adjusted where he was sitting so he would have a side profile of Harry. He began to outline and correct the lines as he filled in the contours of Harry's face. He had never realized how handsome Harry had become as he grew up. How mature his features were, how tan his skin was, the way his glasses rested on his face. Draco was so caught up he hadnt realized Harry was staring right at him, wonder in his eyes. Draco quickly looked down to see the sketch he had done, he had finished all the outlines without even noticing. So Draco moved to colored pencils. Filling in Harry's hair, his eyes, the different undertones in his skin, the occasional freckle, the slight lines in his face. Draco was brought out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder.

"Your skills have really progressed, you should be proud." Andrea said sitting next to him

"Thanks, I've been practicing a lot." Draco replied

"I can tell, finish up, class will be over in fifteen minutes." She smiled, finishing her sketch.

Draco hadn't realized that so much time had past, it felt like he had only been sitting there for five minutes. He packed up his pencils and book, neatly putting it into his bag. When he looked up again Harry was staring right at him. Those piercing green eyes staring straight at him, looking into his soul, he quickly looked away and exited the room, quickly heading for his dorm. When his head finally hit the pillow he couldn't help but think of Harry, how soft his hair looked, how beautiful his eyes were, how tan his skin was. Draco felt his face get warm and he mentally kicked himself, he could never be in a relationship with a guy, let alone the chosen one, it would never happen.