DRARRY ONESHOTS (fluff + smut)

Sweater Weather (fluff)

The room is warm. Not just because of the roaring fire or Molly's mince pie baking in the oven, although those certainly help. The room is warm from the steady conversation, the laughing, the friendly nature. It makes it difficult to remember that  it wasn't always like this, but it wasn't. They were reluctant at first, which was of course to be expect. So was I, if I'm honest. I didn't think I could afford to be shut out again. To be on the outskirts of society like I had felt for most of my life. I was already unwanted by anyone, who would want an ex-death eater in their midst? One person did want me, however. One person found me stumbling down knockturn alley with a nearly empty bottle of firewhisky in my hand and didn't turn away, pretending I don't exist. He took me to his home and let me stay there until I was sober. No, not until I was sober, he kept me there longer than that. He was scared for me. Afraid I was going to end up dead in a ditch somewhere. But the longer I stayed, the more he cared about me. At first, I didn't let myself care. But of course, being saint Potter and all, it was hard for me to resist any longer. So that's what I mean when I say it wasn't always like this. Before Harry, and even before his family, it was... colder. But it's warmer now.

But, like I said, it's difficult to remember those times while I sit here in the company of my new found friends. I talk to Hermione, who is on her stomach on the floor with Crookshanks on her back. I sit cross legged on the comfortable sofa next to Harry, a patchwork blanket draped over us, our fingers intertwined. Ron is holding Teddy sitting on a chair and talking to Hagrid. All the remaining heroes of the war seem to be at the burrow this evening.

"So, Draco, what do you have planned for tomorrow?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing really. Going to see my mum. We have a few presents under our tree that need attending to," I nodded my head to Harry. "And that's about it."

"That's nice. Ron and I are going to see my parents in the evening and have some alone time before then," she said. Even still, she tried not to make it noticeable, but her face screwed up slightly at the mention of her parents.

"Tell them we say hi," I try for a smile, it sort of works and she smiles back. But it's better than before; she wouldn't mention her parents or anything related to them. I want very much to steer away from this conversation.

"I don't think I've mentioned this before, but your cat is beautiful," I say.

"You'd say that," Ron says, turning away from Hagrid. "You think Harry is beautiful."

"Hey," Harry says, trying to be offended but grinning at his friend.

"No, he's right. I do have odd taste," I reply, smiling at him before planting a light kiss on his cheek.

"Fair enough," he responded.

Hermione got up slowly, as not to knock Crookshanks over, and picked him up before coming to sit beside me on the sofa.

"Here," she said, putting him on my lap. "He's really quite friendly, if you're friendly first." She eyed Ron.

I looked down at the cat. He's looking up at me with such adorable sparkling eyes. I scratch behind his ear and he immediately lies down on my lap, purring. "Well, this is adorable."

"You're better with 'im than Buckbeak," Hagrid says sort of jokingly, but with a slightly more menacing tone. My face scrunches up.

"Sorry about that," I say and everyone laughs.

"So, Harry says you're looking into becoming a healer," Hermione says, taking me out of my Crookshanks trance.

"Yeah, I was looking at job openings at St. Mungos."

"You were always great at potions."

"You were always great at everything else."

Percy and Neville came in with a tray of drinks, handing them out. Percy's presence always eases me a bit. He and I are in a similar situation. Although he has the advantage of being a Weasley.