DRARRY ONESHOTS (fluff + smut)

Occlumency (fluff)

*So this is kinda long (2583 words long) and it's sort of a build up. I think I'm gonna make a part 2 with smut and stuff but in case you don't feel like reading something like this I thought I'd warn ya.*

"Hey, I know he's a prick but don't worry too much. I mean what could he do to you?" Ron attempted to reassure Harry, but in Harry's opinion, failed.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe physiologically torture me until I become nothing more than a lifeless shell of a human and fade away into dust." Harry frowned, but Ron only chuckled. "Relax, you'll be done before you know it."

With that, Harry Potter reluctantly left the safety of the Gryffindor common room and walked, as slowly as possibly, down to the dungeons. He was being forced into Occlumency lessons taught by Snape and was sure his life was to be a living hell from now on.  He would much rather have his mind be penetrated by Voldemort than spend an evening with Snape. But alas, Dumbledore seemed to think that Harry could bare Snape's wrath.

"I am going to attempt to penetrate your mind, you are going to try to resist with anything you can think of. But, in order to do this, you must clear your mind."

Harry much didn't like the idea of Snape seeing his thoughts. He knew there was some pretty embarrassing shit that he didn't even want Ron to see, let alone Snape. Harry just hoped that there wouldn't be any surprises...

"Ready your wand. Three, two, one," and then Harry saw his memories unfold in front of him.  He saw about a dozen memories with the Dursleys . He saw the Hogwarts letters filling up the house, flying through the door, windows and chimney. He saw himself and Ron meeting Hermione for the first time on train. About ten more memories came and went. He saw himself kissing Cho.

"NO!" Harry yelled, breaking from the trance. "That's private," he gasped, clutching his chest nearly out of breath. He didn't want any of his teachers seeing this, let alone Snape!

"Nothing is private to the Dark Lord, Harry. You need to learn." And then again. His strongest memories flashing before his eyes. Harry could feel his stress begin to grow, scared of what was to come. And then he saw Malfoy, extending his hand to him in their first year. He saw Malfoy spying on him and his friends in Hagrid's hut. He saw himself in the slytherin common room, him and Ron disguised as Crabb and Goyal, talking to Malfoy. He saw Malfoy taunting him after the dementor attack on the train. He saw his and Malfoy's interaction during care or magical creatures the following day. More taunting. More bickering. More Malfoy. He wanted it to stop. He couldn't stand to see himself being tortured by Malfoy over and over. Then he saw a much more recent memory. He was lying in bed, staring at the canopy above him. He wasn't quite sure which memory this is, but it was for sure this year because he looked as old as he does now. Soon enough, however, he realised what this was when he saw himself slowly slide his hand down his pants. Crap. He thought. But luckily Snape pulled away.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't see that last one," Snape said turning away from Harry. Then, realisation dawned on him as he slowly turned back around. "Potter," he said slowly and carefully. "If all of those memories were connected to... Malfoy... was the last..." Harry cut him off, not wanting to hear anymore of it.

"Yes- er- I don't know, maybe." He awkwardly stuttered. "Um- lets get on with the lesson, shall we?" But Snape only stared at him. "I see," Snape said. Harry watched as a look of shock and disgust slowly tuned into a wicked smile.

"So Malfoy, huh? Very bold of you indeed" He sneered. "I always thought you and Hermione..."

"Oh no!" Harry cut him off. "We're just friends," he said hastily.

"Ah yes. And you and Malfoy just, what is it, hate each other?" Harry blushed, fuck this was so stupid. It's not like he was in love with the bloke or anything, maybe he was kinda hot- but that's besides the point.