Some more Drarry One-shots

The Train Ride

Harry whipped out his wand as he felt himself being pulled from behind. He fell backward into a classroom. He turned, wand at the ready, a was face to face with... Malfoy? They had made a truce at the beginning of the year and hadn't really spoken since. "Malfoy what the fuck?"

"Listen, Potter, I need your help," Draco said desperately.

"With what?" Harry warily answered, putting away his wand.

"Well, er- you see I uh-"

"Draco," Harry said calmly, "if you don't spit it out I'm gonna have to leave. I'll be late to meet my friends."

"You- you called me Draco."

"That's your name isn't it?"

"Yeah... So anyway," Draco said clearing his throat and fighting a blush, "I erm, need you to be my boyfriend."

"... What?"

Draco flushed red. "I- I mean not that way, so um, I may or may not have come out to my mother in a fit of anger and I said I had a boyfriend and you're the only gay guy I know of and I just need you to pretend just for a-"

"Malfoy, stop," Draco's face burned. "I'll help you."

"Wha- really?" Draco dumbfoundedly answered.

"Yeah," Harry laughed, "but why didn't you ask Blaise?"

"He's dating Pansy."

"Alright, what do you need me to do?"

"Um, yeah alright, I didn't think you were going to say yes to be honest..."

"What are you talking about? Savior complex, remember?" They both laughed at that. "But in all seriousness, I know how hard it can be to come out, and if I can help someone with it, I'd be honored."

"Even if that someone was a death eater?" Draco muttered.

"Draco." Harry softly grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes. "You are not a death eater."

Draco sighed. "Anyway, what do you need me to do?" Harry asked.

"Well, I was thinking you could come with me to my house during winter break tomorrow."

"Um, alright, just let me tell Ron I can't come to his house. Where should we meet?"

"At the train."

"Okay, see you then love." Harry winked and slipped out the door.

Fuck, Draco thought.

/ / /

"Harry!" Ron griped, "Why aren't you coming?! My mum made you a sweater!"

"And I would love that sweater but I can't come anymore, please understand."

Ron sighed, "You know I'm here for you mate."

"I know," He said brightly.

"Okay, see you later."

"See you!"

/ / /

Draco took a deep breath. Where was Harry? Had he just been messing with him? The train was about to leave! "I'm here!" Harry ran up to him. "Sorry I'm late, c'mon, let's go." and he dragged him onto the train.

They dashed on and went to sit with Draco's friends. "Do they know?" Harry asked.

"Does who know what?"

"Do Pansy and Blaise know about me pretending to be your boyfriend?"

"Oh, no."

"Are we going to tell them or do I have to pretend in front of them too."

"Er- Pretend in front of them too, you know, for practice."

"Alright."

They walked into the compartment in which Blaise and Pansy were in and sat down. "Draco, it appears Potter's followed you," Pansy said.

"Well, of course, I came with him Parkinson, I'm his boyfriend after all," He smirked.

"What?! Draco what is this fool going on about?"

Draco gulped. "Pansy, do not call my boyfriend a fool!"

"Prove it! Draco, kiss him."

"Ha! You act like Draco is the dominant one in this relationship." And with that, Harry turned and pressed his lips on Dracos. It was a short but sweet and loving kiss that left Draco wanting more...

Harry smiled at them, laughing angelically. "Parkinson... your- your face! Ha!"

"Well, I'll be, the savior of the wizarding world and a death eater," Blaise said.

"I'm not a death eater," Draco responded quietly.

"Well yeah, I know that I just meant- no, you're right, I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

The group laughed it off and talked. They talked and talked and talked. They joked and got to know each other and had a good time. All too soon, it was time to get off. Pansy and Blaise left first, wishing them both a happy Christmas. Harry got up to follow but Draco grabbed his arm. "Wait."

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I- I can't let you do this."

"Do what?" Harry asked.

"I like you."

"And I like you too my love." Harry chuckled.

"No! Harry, this is serious."

"Okay, I'm sorry, what's wrong." He asked as he sat down.

"I really like you, and being in a relationship with you? So far has been perfect, and this has been utter torture because I know I can never have this and it hurts so much and- umf!"

Harry kissed him, lovingly, tenderly, delicately. "Does a person who isn't in love kiss like that?"

"You- you- what?"

"I like you too you twit!"

They got up and hand in hand, and had the best Christmas of their lives.