Drarry Oneshots

Treasure Him

Original story from m.fanfiction.net called Please Don't Leave Me by trulywicked

It was another beautiful day at number 12 Grimmauld place. The sun was shining cheerily through the windows, the house-elves in residence were merrily cleaning, and the voices of two lovers who lived there were screaming obscenities at each other whenever the sound of breaking crockery couldn't be heard.

Absolutely no one in the wizarding world would be at all surprised to know that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy fought, very often. Nor would they be surprised to hear that Malfoy was the one who invariably started the fights. They wouldn't even be surprised to know that the little prat often started them merely for the value of make-up sex. They would, however, be surprised to know that every fight ended with Harry stubbornest-man-alive Potter apologizing, even when it was clearly Draco who was in the wrong.

"For Merlin's sake Draco would you get out of this snit!"

"Snit? SNIT? 'l'll show you a snit! You're a snit! You- you- you public man-whore!"

"It's not like I asked them to swarm me goddammit!"

"No but you enjoyed it didn't you?"

"Like hell I did! It is not enjoyable to be pawed by people you don't even know, all of them of a gender you're not even attracted to!"

"Pawed? I knew that little bint had her hand on your ass, so she deserved to be hexed! And what did you do? You stopped me from hexing her, that means you obviously liked it!"

"No, it was so you wouldn't get your prissy arse sent off to Azkaban, you git!"

"Prissy? Why you-" Harry dodged yet another ceramic vase that his the blonde sent at his head, silently thanking his years as a Quidditch player for gifting him with speedy reflexes.

He hated these fights. He'd spent long enough fighting. He really didn't want to continue doing so in his life, but there wasn't much he could do about it when he was so desperately in love with Draco jealous-prat Malfoy. Why couldn't he have fallen for someone who didn't fly off the handle at the slightest thing?

"Damn it Draco! Stop transfiguring the books into breakables! It took us six months to fix the library last time!"

"Stop pissing me off then!"

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that? You get pissed at the drop of a hat!"

"Why you-! Fine! Since I can't even have a tantrum in my own home l'll leave you alone with your precious books!" A sharp crack rang out as the apparation of the newest member of the Malfoy heir was gone. Harry sighed, rubbing a hand over his heart to quell the immediate panic response.

"Take it easy Potter. He's Disapparated in anger before and he always comes back. It's always the same. Once he calms down, he'll come back and you can apologize." He comforted himself.

Soon he began reverse transfiguring the broken pieces of porcelain back into bits of books, which he'd then magically piece back together. Stifling the little part of him that complained that he wasn't the one who should apologize, he continued.

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"And then he called me prissy! Can you imagine the nerve Uncle Severus?"

Snape looked up from frowning down at the potion one of his students had submitted as a mid-term project, and lifted a brow at his pouting godson. "Draco, I'm sorry to say, but you are prissy. High-maintenance, I believe, is the politically correct term for it."

The pout increased and Draco threw himself into a chair behind one of the desks. "Oh, sure! Take his side!"

Snape shut his eyes, counting to 10 to calm down and avoid punching his godson in the face. "What set you off this time? I thought you'd planned on a grand romantic gesture, something about rewarding Potter for being so patient in waiting for your response to his proposal?" The potions professor asked, making a notation on some parchment.