Drarry One Shots

"I AIN'T GOT NO SLEEP CUZ A Y'ALL" (Request)

Artist is j-wirth on Tumblr. 

Description:
The world: Voldemort? No sir, just teenage lives here. Growing up around his parents, happy and knowledgeable of pureblood customs, Harry his probably the most Gryffindor-like Slytherin in the school. Seventh year. Harry I feel is kinda OOC. 
To @dragon_rider_witch , who commented "PLS SOME ONE MAKE ONE DHOT WHERE DRACO IS GOING TO WAKE HARRY UP BY SLAMMING TO PANS TOGETHER SCREAMING 'I AIN'T GOT NO SLEEP CUZ A Y'ALL!!'" 

I had a bit of a stroke figuring out what you said, but I do hope you sincerely enjoy!!!

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Potter had to be the worlds most annoying snorer, Draco was sure. Each breath felt like it rocked the room and blew the hair on Draco's forehead. He was worse than Crabbe and Goyle, though that may have been because Potter's stupid bed was always next to his in the dorm. 

Draco wasn't sure why the snoring had bothered him so much lately. He'd slept next to it for six years already, and really he was used to it. But Potter always grated on his nerves, and the stress of upcoming NEWTS was making Draco irritable. Either way, Potter's peaceful snoozing was costing Draco precious hours that he needed for Potions and Transfigurations tomorrow. 

Draco cast a silencing ward on Potter, loving the silence that met his ears, even if it was a little odd to be without the usual constant drone. Draco slept nicely that night. 

Of course Potter had to ruin it by waking him up with a shove the next morning. "Whazzit?" Draco slurred, blinking to clear his eyes. Potter glared at him, and pointed to his mouth. "Oh, that? Suppose I could undue it, but I like you so much better this way," he said monotonously.

Potter kicked his shin. "Ow! Fine, you great brute." With a sneer, Draco cancelled the spell. Potter didn't say a word, instead walking into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him. Draco rolled his eyes at his dramatics, getting his things ready for when Potter was done. 

"Why do you always antagonize him?" Theo asked from his bed, not looking up from his book. 

"He's the one antagonizing me! I can never sleep with him snoring like he does," Draco said, throwing his hands around a little. Blaise snorted. "Don't start on that again, Blaise," Draco warned him. 

"You know you'd be happier if you just gave up the act," Blaise told him. 

"There is no act, Zabini!" 

"Oh, so you aren't dying to fuck Potter and you're taking your frustration out on him because you don't have the balls to do it?" 

Draco saw Theo shaking his head out of the corner of his eye, but Draco was focused on making sure Potter was still in the bathroom and out of earshot. "See? If it wasn't true you wouldn't care about him hearing." 

Draco turned back to glare. Blaise was nonplussed. "You don't know what you're talking about." 

"I know you better than you know yourself, Draco. Clearly." Blaise said, looking at him with disappointment. "Just figure it out already Draco, we're tired of you arguing every. Single. Fucking. Day. It's never been this bad, and it's because your stupid hormones don't know what to do with themselves!" 

Draco just shook his head, not responding. Blaise huffed and walked out of the dorm. Draco sat on his bed, muttering about how ridiculous Blaise was until Potter finished with the bathroom.

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Draco shoved a pillow over his head and rolled over, curling himself within his blanket. If he opened his eyes he could still see strips of light from Potter's lumos spell, but it was faint enough with his eyes closed. That didn't stop Draco from hearing the turning of pages, the scratching of a quill, and Potter muttering under his breath as he worked. 

Draco tried to sleep for what felt like another hour (likely only around ten minutes) before he sat up and threw his pillow at Potter. "Oi! What the hell, Malfoy?" Potter shoved the pillow away and checked his essay. "You could've spilled my ink well!" 

"And you've been mucking up my beauty sleep for weeks! If you just managed your homework instead of doing it all at one in the morning the night before its due, we'd both be happier!" Draco snapped. Harry rolled his eyes and flicked his hair out of his face. Draco refused to watch the bounce of his curls and be distracted. 

"No amount of beauty sleep in the world can fix your ugly mug," Harry said without looking at him, which was more infuriating than the comment. 

"You're insufferable." 

"You sound like Snape."