Drarry Oneshots

Midnight Memories (Top Draco)

-Year 6-

It was another one of those nights that Harry just couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the fear of having another nightmare or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't changed out of his school clothes. Either way he tossed and he turned but finally at around 2:00 am he decided it was no use.

He got up quietly so as to not disturb the other boys in the room who unlike Harry could easily fall asleep. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and decided to take a night stroll around the castle.

As the portrait closed behind him, Harry realized he should have grabbed a sweater on the way out, it was freezing.

Despite the cold it was rather nice out there.

He began walking around not really going anywhere in specific, taking in his surroundings. The castle was rather large, he noted.

He had been walking around for about 30 minutes yet he still wasn't tired.

As he turned the corner he was too focused on the very intricate looking ceiling to notice anyone else was also walking through the corridors.

All he felt was something hard push into him as he fell. Then he heard him. Malfoy.

"Who's there?" A scared Draco said as he straightened out his back and pointed his wand at...well nothing.

Harry then took his cloak off, revealing himself.

"Potter?"

"Yes it's me you can stop pissing yourself now" a very annoyed Harry replied. Though he didn't know why he was annoyed. Maybe it was just his presence that annoyed him.

"I wasn't pissing myself! Obviously if you bump into seemingly nothing you're going to get scared!"

"Oh so you were scared?" questioned Harry now very amused at how he had Draco. He always loved getting a reaction out of Draco, so decided he was going to push it tonight, try to push ALL of Draco's buttons,

Down

To

The

Last

One.

"Yes and you're lucky I didn't hex your fucking balls off!" Draco retorted.

"Oh you wouldn't,"

"Wanna bet Potter?"

Draco stepped up so he was now only a few feet away from Harry.

"We both know you can't do it Malfoy, though you're just as proud as your father," Harry continued, "How is he by the way? Being Voldemort's bitch and all I bet he's doing just great."

Draco all but threw himself at Harry, grabbing hold of his collar he pushed him back into a wall, the slam of his body echoing through the otherwise empty hallway.

"Don't you dare talk about my father!" Draco practically spat at Harry.

Harry was afraid but mainly just excited. He knew he could get a reaction out of the blonde but he did not expect such a perfect one.

"Get off me Malfoy,"

"Or what? What are you going to do Potter?" On his name, Draco leaned forward, pushing his weight onto Harry.

Then Harry saw it. In his eyes. What was that? Lust?

Harry saw an opportunity and took it. He pushed as much of his body up as he could and came in contact with Draco's. He looked up at the taller boy and stared straight into that grey storm, "Just shut up Malfoy," and with that Harry pressed his mouth onto Draco's. At first Draco's body stilled and he didn't kiss back but when the initial shock wore off, he moved his lips on the other boys. Harry brought his hand up to his hair and pulled at it, just a little but it was enough to make the slightest groan leave Draco's lips.