Drarry oneshots

All of you

Draco stared at his reflection and wanted to scream. His skin was too pasty, and his hair was so blonde it was practically white, a trait he inherited from his father. Another thing he hated. That he looked so much like that evil man. But despite Draco practically being his father's younger doppelganger, his insecurities had been getting the best of him lately. He couldn't look at his reflection without feeling ashamed or walk through the hall and not feel like everyone was judging him.

Draco heard the door open behind him and he was suddenly aware of the tears flowing down his cheeks. He turned around to see Harry.

"What's wrong, Draco?" He asked, walking up to his boyfriend. Harry put his arms around Draco, and the taller boy leaned into the touch. "What happened?" Harry asked again.

"Do you love me?" Draco asked, in a whisper.

"Of course." The raven said, without hesitation.

"Why?" Draco removed his face from Harry's shoulder and looked up.

"What do you mean 'why'?" Harry asked, like it was the most ridiculous question he has ever heard.

"I'm an ugly death eater. Why do you love me? Why don't you see me like everyone does."

"Draco, don't call yourself ugly." He said. "You're the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. And you're not a death eater. You're father is a death eater."

"What do you love about me?"

"I love everything about you." Harry said, cupping Draco's cheek. "I love that when you don't put so much product in your hair, it gets all wavy." He began, threading his fingers through Draco locks. "I love that your skin is so pale, that I can make you blush easily." Harry said, smiling. Draco couldn't help but smile too, and as if to prove Harry's point, his skin was painted with a slight flush. "I love that when you're angry or confused your forehead gets crinkled. I love your gray eyes that I could get lost in. I love that despite you being a slytherin, you have a kind heart." A small growl came from Draco's throat at that comment. "And I really love that you try to deny that fact." They let out a small laugh and Harry presses their foreheads together. "I love you, Draco. All of you."