The Artist - Drarry

The Artist

"Malfoy! Can you toss me my shirt?"

"You are so lazy, Potter. Why don't you get it yourself?"

"You are closer to it."

"That's a good enough reason, I guess."

I tossed him his shirt, and he stared at me, shocked. Potter and I are sharing a room because they are redoing the teachers wing, me being Potions Master and him teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. Some Gryffindor wanting to impress his friend accidentally blew most of it up.

"You really got me my shirt. What happened to the real Malfoy and who are you?" He questioned.

"He's on vacation because he is tired of coming up with smart responses."

"Didn't think that was possible," he laughed.

"Oh whatever," I sighed.  "Let's go to breakfast. We are going to be late."

...

After a long day of teaching and getting all of my grading done, I headed back to my room. Potter, was already asleep. I picked up my sketchbook and started pondering what to draw. Potter rolled over on his bed in his sleep, his head now facing me.

"Thanks, Harry," I whispered. He had given me an idea.

I moved the pencil across the paper, capturing his beautiful face, including his lips. Which happened to be attached to mine in the drawing.

...

I felt someone shaking my arm.

"Malfoy! Wake up!"

I must have fallen asleep while drawing last night.

"What is this?" Potter said, reaching toward my sketchbook.

I shot up out of the bed as he grabbed it and ran toward his bed to sit down.

"Give that back! You have no right!"

I rushed over to him, trying to get it back. He kept it away from my grasp while flipping through the pages.

"Would you calm down for once? These are really good. And I'm just looking!"

"It's and invasion of my privacy! Give it back!"

"No."

He was almost to the drawing of him. He flipped to the sketch of my mom, the page in front of it.

"You should frame this and give this to her for her birthday. It would be a great present. She saved my life, you know," he said, his lips slightly curving upward in a smile.

"I know. I found your letter to her in her desk."

"Oh."

He looked away, blushing. And for good reason too. Along with thanking her, he had told my mom about everything that happened between us, most of it she had already known. But it was from his perspective, of course, including how handsome he thought I was at the Yule Ball, and so on. I thought he completely hated me. But there he was, crushing on me. The one and only Harry Potter.

He turned the page. He sucked in a breath in surprise.

"Malfoy? Care to explain?"

"Uh, I couldn't figure out what to draw last night so I drew you."

At this point I was redder than a tomato.

"That isn't just me, Malfoy. That is you and I. Kissing."

"I am quite aware."

"Do you want to make it a reality?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why do I have to always explain everything?" He sighed. He turned away for a moment, setting the sketchbook down.

"I-"

And then he kissed me. I froze in shock. He pulled away after a moment when I didn't kiss back.

"That's what I meant, Draco. If you haven't figured it out already. Sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

I unfroze, finally realizing what had just happened. I rolled flat onto the bed and grabbed his hand, pulling him down on top of me. Then I kissed him. It was perfection. Eventually he pulled away, gasping for breath. I did the same, trying to remember how to breathe.

It took me a second to talk. I looked him dead in the eye.

"I fully intend to make it a reality."