Drarry Oneshots

Heather

I still remember, third of December

Draco shivered hugging himself in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.

The Golden Trio and Malfoy's friends had tried to come to a truce and decided to visit Hogsmade together.

"You alright, Malfoy?" Potter questioned, giving him a concerned look.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You look really cold. Do you want my sweater?" Harry asked, slowly taking off the dark red Gryffindor sweater.

"N-no. I'll be fi-"

"I insist," the Gryffindor said, pushing the sweater into Draco's chest "please? I don't want to have to carry you home when you've turned to ice."

Draco giggled "you won't have to carry me home,"he took the sweater "I'll take the sweater.

Me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you

"Hmm" Harry hummed smiling at Draco "it suits you."

"What?"

"The sweater. Red looks good on you, you should wear it more often."

The blondes face turned a deep shade of crimson after registering the words. He tried to come up with some sort of reply but failed miserably.

"You can keep it," Harry stated, grinning at Malfoy "the sweater, I mean."

"No, I can't take this. I- it belongs to you."

"No, I insist. Really."

Draco felt a warm blush creep up his cheeks "o-ok thank you."

Only if you knew, how much I liked you

A week had past, and as Malfoy was sat in his room early one morning, cuddled up in the sweater Harry had given him, he couldn't help but feel perfectly happy.

The snow was falling, causing a beautiful blanket of purity to cover the earth, muffling sound, making everything seem a bit more surreal than it already was.

The Christmas decorations hung around the school, every corner covered in the most breathtakingly beautiful lights, that emitted a warm glow, making everyone feel more at home than ever before.

The kitchen constantly smelled of cinnamon, which spread throughout Hogwarts, making the halls feel warm and cozy, even in the cold winter air.

It was perfect.

Eventually the blond Slytherin had got himself out of bed, dressed and was now finally sat in the great hall eating breakfast with his fellow Slytherins.

He couldn't stop himself from glancing up every few minutes to see when Harry would walk in.

Stupid Potter is always late.

While Draco was taking a sip of his overly sweetened coffee, the Golden Trio walked into the great hall.

They sat down at the Gryffindor table, greeting their friends and loading their plates with food.

As if Harry could feel Draco's penetrating gaze he lifted his eyes into the direction of the Slytherin table, only to make eye contact with the blond.

Draco couldn't get himself to look away.

The longer he looked into Harry's eyes, the more he was sucked into an endless forest.

And then Harry smiled.

He fucking smiled.

And Draco thought he might just faint, because how in the fuck can someone be that perfect.