Solangelo/Drarry One-shots and Headcanons

I kissed a boy ✨🔥(Drarry)

Third person

The eighth year common room was more than a little crazy. Everyone was either very tipsy or drunk and with the bright lights flashing everywhere and dark corners and crazed people, it very much resembled a muggle club.

Not that Harry Potter minded. He enjoyed the lights and color. He sat alone, drinking a small glass of firewhiskey. Both his best friends Hermione and Ron has gotten fairly drunk not long ago and had both left giggling and stumbling. Harry didn't even want to think of what they could be doing.

His thoughts were interrupted when a drunk Ginny stumbled over to him and almost tripped, clutching his arm for support. The sparkly grey dress she wore was reflecting the multicolored lights off onto his simple button down shirt and black pants. Somehow, a couple of seventh years had snuck in and were now very drunk as well. Everyone either didn't have the heart to tell them to leave or they were too tipsy to notice.

"H- Hey Harry!" Ginny giggled, her red hair hanging limply around her head and her eyes bright with alcohol.

"Hello Ginny." Harry replied cooly. They had attempted a relationship after the Battle of Hogwarts, but Harry had ended it because every time he kissed her, intimately touched her or held her, it felt so wrong. Like being with your sister. Her attempts at rekindling their relationship had all fallen flat.

"Ca- can I have that?" She didn't wait for an answer and immediately slammed his glass of firewhiskey. "Ginny, you shouldn't-" she cut him off as she started trailing her hands up his chest. "Mmm your so strong." She giggled again.

Harry glanced around wildly for some reason, any reason, to throw off the redhead. His eyes locked on a pair of grey ones nearby. Draco Malfoy was sitting at a table with a couple boys and girls. Everyone seemed a bit tipsy at their table by the looks of it. There were girls practically hanging off of Draco and the other Slytherins. Draco, however, didn't pay them any attention, and continued to watch the Chosen One as their eyes stayed locked.

Harry broke the staring contest awhile later and stood up abruptly, causing Ginny to stumble backwards. She laughed a high pitched laugh and disappeared back into the crowd. The Golden Boy looked sideways to see Draco Malfoy do the same.

Quietly, with his head down and focusing on walking in a straight line, Harry Potter made his way to a small corner of the eighth year common room. It was a mini library full of books and empty space. No one could read with the amount of noise around.

With his hands shoved into his pockets, he headed to the secluded corner and leaned quietly against the bookshelves, out of sight of the party.

Moments later, a familiar ivory blonde Slytherin rounded the corner of the bookcase. He stood directly in front of Harry and gently, with more steadiness then most tipsy people, he removed Harry's glasses from his face and placed them on a bookshelf. Harry has trouble seeing objects far away, but when someone was nearly nose to nose with him, he could see clear as day. The silence lasted for a moment.

"Harry."

"Draco."

The Slytherin then forcefully slammed his mouth onto Harry's. His arms went up to either side of his face, caging the black haired boy in front of him. Harry licked Draco's bottom lip and was rewarded immediately with entry, despite being pinned against the wall. His hands found the hem of Draco's shirt and slid under, causing the other teenager to shudder and press their bodies even closer together, one hand winding in Harry's tangled hair and tugging lightly. He was rewarded with some animalistic sounds.

Oh yes, one of Harry Potter's most important secrets; he was in a secret relationship with Draco Malfoy. The two had mutually become friends after the Battle of Hogwarts and after he and Ginny had broken up, began getting closer and closer. On the first day of eighth year, they had found themselves in a broom closet, making out. Neither acknowledged their relationship outside of closed doors. Instead of mocking each other, they remained in a tense silence.

"Draco Malfoy." A voice called again and Draco immediately broke away from Harry. "Later." He assured the black haired boy and left quickly, straightening his hair and tie.

After taking a minute to fix his appearance, Harry followed and headed off to an empty table for some peace, replaying earlier events in his mind.

"Hey Potter, care to play a game?" Pansy Parkinson stumbled a little in her heels as she walked over, clearly a bit tipsy.

"What game?" The black haired boy questioned. She shrugged.

"I don't know the name, but it involves drinking."

Whatever. "Fine."

She squealed and dragged the Golden Boy over by the hand to a ring of couches. Seated there were various eighth year students including Crabbe, Goyle, Romilda Vane, the Patil Twins, Ron and Hermione who had appeared back from who-knows-where much more sober.

"So," Pansy exclaimed loudly, setting a bottle of firewhiskey down and conjuring a shot glass for each person. "The game is basically 'Never Have I Ever' except each time you have done something, you need to take a shot."

Oh great. "Okay, I'm first." Parkinson exclaimed and thought for a second. "Also, there's Veritaserum in this firewhiskey so you have to tell the truth. How about 'never have I ever kissed a boy.' "

Every girl there took a shot, along with Dean and Seamus. The person that drew Harry's attention, along with everyone else's was how Draco Malfoy quickly slammed back a shot. "Draco?!? You've kissed a boy? You're gay?"

He shrugged, making to not say anything, but the Veritaserum kicked in. He spoke like a possessed person, trying to shut himself up. "I kissed a boy and I liked it. He tasted of cherry chapstick."

As all the girls clambered over to Draco to get more answers, Harry, unable to deny the game, discreetly took a shot, wiping his mouth after to be rid of any taste of his chapstick and firewhiskey.

Hermione caught this and glared at him. "I knew it." She muttered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Harry shrugged innocently, rolling his chapstick under the couch so he wouldn't be caught.

A/N: I kinda love this idea that this happened at some point