Drarry Oneshots

Cuddles

Draco sat silently on the couch, reading one of his favorites, 'History of Hogwarts.' He lived in an apartment just on the suburbs of the wizarding world and London. Harry Potter, his boyfriend of 2 years, came skipping into the living room with a giddy look on his face. He wore long, knee-high white fuzzy socks along with Draco's favorite hoodie. 

"Baby!" Harry yelled happily, "Do you want to watch the movie Lion King with me? I already set up a fort, popcorn, blankets and everything!"

"Not now Potter, I'm reading," Draco replied absentmindedly, not even sparing a glance at Harry. He licked the tip of his finger, and flipped the page. Only when he heard a faint 'humph' did he look up. Arms crossed with a pout on his face, Harry turned around to leave, but noticing what Harry was wearing, Draco decided to confront him.

"Hazza?"

"Yes, love?" Harry spun around quickly, eyes beaming with hope.

Draco closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh! It's your hoodie. The green one with embroidery on it that you never let me wear since it's your favorite..." Harry looked down sheepishly.

"Exactly." There was a slight pause with awkward silence. Harry did not dare to look up into Draco's eyes, for his stern gaze was far too intense.

"I'm sorry..." the brunette trailed off, bringing his hands to his pockets. "I'll put it back later, but can we at least cuddle while you read?"

"I said not now! I want to finish this book, first!" Draco told, getting slightly irritated.

"Alr-ight," Harry coughed out. Draco didn't catch the slight choke in between his words, and carried on reading.

Turning back around with a heavy heart, Harry walked to their bedroom. He hastily changed out of Draco's hoodie, folding and placing it back in his wardrobe. Walking over to his clothes, he gently slipped on a Weasley jumper, some pants, as well as exchanging his long socks for some shorter ones. He lay on the bed for a few minutes to think, and sighed.

Weasley jumpers and Draco's hoodies were the only sweaters Harry ever agreed to wear. No, it wasn't because he did not want to buy his own, he had plenty of money to buy those. Rather, it was because these specific jumpers and hoodies were from people Harry loved most in the world. The Weasleys as a family and brotherly figure, of course, and Draco as a lover.

The sweaters reminded him that he was in fact loved now. The Dursleys had implanted 'you are a worthless freak' in his brain ever since he could remember, so he always had this voice in his head nagging him that nobody cared for him. The sweaters helped him cope. Harry adored the Weasleys and their jumpers to no end, but Draco's gave him a different type of warm feeling in his belly. Therefore, when Draco looked at him with that look when he wore his hoodie, his insecurities got the best of him.

His relatives also never showed him any sort of affection, so Harry took any hugs, cuddles, or physical gestures from anyone very gratefully. Although when ignored of affection, Harry felt as if he was back at the Dursleys home being neglected. Hence, Draco's denial caused him such a great deal of pain.

Getting up, Harry walked slowly back into the living room. Once again, Draco did not look up. Harry sat on the other sofa, curling into a ball. He reached for the remote and turned the movie on.

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"Hmmm" Draco hummed, content, "Finally, I finished." He shut his book, and closed his eyes again to rest. After a few minutes, he got up, stretching and yawning and looked over to the television. He stood there quietly, watching as the Lion Kings' credits rolled around. He twisted his back and neck until a satisfying crack was heard, and then grabbed the remote to switch the TV off.

The popcorn was left untouched. 'Odd,' he thought, 'Harry loves popcorn, how come he didn't eat any?' For almost the first time today, Draco peered over his shoulder and acknowledged Harry's presence.

Curious as to his boyfriend's strange behavior, he walked over to the sleeping silhouette. 'He changed out of my hoodie? He never listens when I tell him to give me my clothes back.' Draco stood there pondering over what had happened for a few minutes. Sighing, he came to see all the small mistakes he made unconsciously.

Bending down to eye level, he brought a tender thumb up to Harry's face. Caressing the raven's cheek, only then did he notice the dried tear tracks running across Harry's cheeks. Using his thumb to wipe away the tears, he couldn't help but wonder 'How did I not realize I was hurting my baby boy sooner?'

Draco slipped his fingers under Harry's sleeping body, and pulled him towards his lap. Carefully, he lay the brunet's head on his chest, wrapping his lover's petit arms around his torso and neck. They sat in a position where Harry straddled Draco sideways.

"I'm sorry, love..." Draco sighed bitterly, "I know how you feel when someone says no to cuddles and hoodies, yet I still did it... I'm sorry." 

Suddenly, he froze when hearing a small giggle. Looking back up at him was Harry. Even when just crying, Harry still managed to be the most innocently sweet and beautiful person you could ever meet.

"Harry! How are you feeling love? I'm so sorry! I know what I did upset you, but please know that I didn't mean it and-"

"Draco-"

"-that I promise to never do it again. I also want you to know-"

"Draco."

"-that I really am extremely sorry. I will always give you kisses and cuddles and hugs and whatever you need whenever and-"

"Draco!" Harry yelled, exasperated.

Once he knew he had his boyfriend's attention, he continued. "Draco it's okay, just please don't do it again?" He asked, peeking through his long lashes.

"I promise, baby." Draco confirmed with a dreamy look in his eye.

"Thank you, Dragon."

"Thank you, Hare-Bear"

Harry tilted his head sideways, the confusion clear in his big eyes, and opened his mouth, "What for?"

"For everything. For giving me a second chance after the war. For standing up for me at Hogwarts in 8th year. For seeing past the fact that I was a death-eater. For making me feel special. For making me feel happy. For making me laugh and smile. For forcing the fact that I am loved into my head everyday. For everything."

Harry had a blank look on his face, worrying Draco for a few seconds. That was until Harry nuzzled his nose into the crook of Draco's neck and let those familiar, yet amazing words come out of his mouth.

"I love you, Dray."

"I love you too, Hazza."

They curled up into one tight ball, soaking up every bit of each other's loving presence they could collect. And that's how Hermione, Ron, Pansy and Blaise found them the next morning, cuddled up on the sofa.