Drarry One Shots

Some fluff for y'all

The fact that I'm posting fluff means that I'm probably gonna do somethin' angsty next so pls don't kill me and just enjoy this- Also bare with me, I'm trying out a few different POV styles, sorry bout that.

Draco

It's cold. Really damn cold, honestly, no one in the castle can manage to keep a fire going with magic or without. That or a warmth charm. No that isn't an insult, even I can't get a simple fire spell to stay lit. I'm not sure what's happening, though I don't think anyone else is sure either - they've all bundled up into their thickest winter coats, and at this point I don't think out professors are going to try and stop them for being out of uniform. 

They're all nervous, the professors that is.

I accidentally leant up against a wall yesterday and I kid you not, I felt ice running up my arm like lightning - even through my gloves. Those weren't low-quality gloves either.

Anyway, I think the professors are considering moving every student into the Great Hall until whatever is stopping us from being warm buggers off. It wouldn't be a bad idea, it gets to glacial temperatures up in the 8th year's tower. At this point, it's either the Great Hall for everyone or the 8th years stay in the common area smothered in every blanket possible and try not to freeze to death. 

And although I'm not exactly opposed to that second idea, I think it'd be more comfortable to sleep.. y'know.. not being smothered by pillows, blankets and people. Also, just because we're on more-or-less neutral terms, I don't know how comfortable my relationship with the rest of this grade is. Especially not Potter and his minions. Probably not that close.

Probably.

We've been having lunch crammed into classrooms, because somehow, even though I think we're going to be sent to the Great Hall to sleep, we aren't allowed to eat there because of the stupid frosty temperatures.

Whatever, it's fine, at least the foods half-way decent.

Lunch is going to end soo anyway. Then become it's a game of 'stay away from the walls and try huddle' as best you can in the middle of a crowded hallway that is. Honestly, I feel bad for the poor sods stuck next to the walls.

~~~~~ (POV change bc I suck at first person, bare w me)

The one always asked question, why do school days go so much slower in the weeks right before you have to go home for holidays? Well, unfortunately, no one really knows the answer, not even Draco Malfoy as he drags himself up the stairs to the common room.

Now, what he walked in on was not really what he was expecting after a long Friday of school, but, well, it really wasn't the most shocking thing to happen to him.

The sight, in question, was a pillow fort being carefully built up in the middle of the room. There were blankets being lugged into the room in great piles, from both the girls and the boys, pillows being salvaged from almost every bed, sofa or decoration in the room, and little dancing fairy light being strung over it all (for the aesthetic, duh). Draco gave the thing a once over before heading to his own bed to drop his bag down. 

His bed hadn't actually been touched, but an barren bedroom in the freezing cold winter doesn't seem appealing to anyone, even Mister Malfoy himself. 

So, to counter what may have been a surprise to Draco when he entered to the room, turned around into a surprise to those actually building the fort when Draco stumbled into the busy room with another armful of fluffy, and most certainly not cheap, blankets and pillows. He paused at Hermione, looking over his pillow-pile at her, and all he needed to prompt his joining into the building project was her approving nod.

~~~~~ (K sorry about that, back to normal)

At least Draco was actually helping to some extent, which was a lot more than could be said about the Golden Boy himself, who was currently digging out a nest in the blankets in a blatant attempt to steal the best spot in the pile. Which was not going to happen. 

"Oi, Potter." Draco paused in his building, the blanket left hanging still in the air,

The gryffindork was only visible by his eyes now, the rest of him being happily submerged in the now squishy floor of the common room. The way he was wrapped up, if it were literally anyone else, it may have actually been quite adorable. Unfortunately it was only Potter. He was looking at Draco now, clearly not planning to actually get up anytime soon.

"Don't think you can find yourself the best spot while skipping out on working. You won't be getting first choice I don't think - if anything, it should be Granger, or perhaps Longbottom, they've done plenty more than you did,"

From where Harry's head was under the blanket, Draco heard a noise that sounded suspiciously like a whine. The boy shuffled a little, moving so that he could be heard properly before engaging in an argument with Draco,

"Hey! I did just fine! I hung up practically all the fairy-lights, and I arranged the blankets on the ground, they need to be in a very specific shape y'know,"

"You did not do all the fairy lights, that was practically all Weasley the youngest and Lovegood - who are... staying with us for whatever reason you've all masterfully crafted together this time. And it doesn't matter that you 'arranged the blankets', they'll be messed up again soon either way! You probably made that spot most comfortable for yourself anyway an- is that my pillow?"

Harry shuffled away with a triumphant smile, and he had slowly removed himself from the cavern of pillows, he found himself clutching onto none other that Draco Malfoy's silk-cased pillow, he didn't look upset though - it wasn't a bad pillow. 

"Hey! Give that back!"

The blanket Draco had been trying to keep suspended long forgotten, he leaped into the piles with every intent of getting that one specific, silk pillow back.

What resulted was, very likely, the most aggressive pillow fight ever known to the history of wizard-kind. There were plenty of laughing cries and 'Potter if you ruin that pillow I swear to Merlin-' - and calls of betrayal for when Ron stepped in and smacked Harry over the head with a stray pillow. That simple act of betrayal was enough to send off the rest of the room, everyone scrambled to arm up and the games were on. Every man for himself.

At least they weren't cold, right?

At the end of it all, everyone had practically collapsed onto one another, curling under discarded pillows and messed-up blankets as the weariness began to settle into the room. 

When Draco rolled over and found himself face-to-face with Harry, so close their noses they were touching, he didn't freak out as he normally would, just smiled simply and said, 

"See? Told you the blankets would mess up anyway"

To which Harry shook his head and rolled away.

~~~~~

In the morning, Draco woke up to the realisation that maybe, maybe, Harry Potter wasn't a bad cuddler - especially on a cold night. 

Actually, his hair was surprisingly soft.

AlrIGHT that'll be this years chapter, tune in next time to find out if I've posted or not - likely not, don't hope too hard - but!! honestly, thanks to those who've stuck around despite my horrible posting schedule, it means an awful lot to me

Thanks! Xx