Darry Oneshots

Greatness

"Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew..."

That was one time Harry wondered how Dobby had heard of him. The other time had been when Harry figured out that Dobby was Malfoy's house elf, and if he was with Malfoy, who would talk about him. The third time he thought about it was when Harry held Dobby in his arms as he slowly died due to Bellatrix's knife. The last time was when he sat in the great hall with all the mourning families right after the defeat of Voldemort. Malfoy had come back with his mom after Voldemort was defeated, and now sat on the benches watching the scene around him.

Harry walked over to Malfoy when Narcissa had left his side. As he got to Malfoy his head snapped up and his eyes locked onto Harry's. Once Malfoy's mask was gone he saw fear in his eyes, mixed with something akin to reverence. Harry no longer wondered who told Dobby of his 'greatness' for he now knew it was the person who's eyes he was looking into.

"It was you." Harry stated.

"What was me?" Malfoy asked quietly.

"You talked to Dobby about me." Again a statement.

Malfoy held his head down and waited for Harry to say something else, when Harry didn't say anything Malfoy lifted his head up and a slight blush was evident on his face. Harry smiled and sat down beside him. Harry knew in that moment that they both needed each other so he decided to grab Malfoy's hand. At first Malfoy flinched then leaned against Harry letting tears fall.

Harry held him gently and whispered soothing things into his ear before Narcissa came back. When she came back he slowly released Malfoy and went to walk away before he was pulled into a hug by both Narcissa and Malfoy. And Harry knew that Malfoy and him would be good friends after that, and they were.