Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Yes, Daddy?

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: mothermalfoy (on a03) 

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Harry was fairly certain he was losing his mind. It was the only explanation for why he was staring furiously at the damned map with Draco Malfoy's name on it. He knew he wasn't up to anything, gods it had been years. They were professors for Merlin's sake! They had even become friendly as of late, which was perhaps the real reason for Harry's obsession if only he could admit it.

It had started several days earlier when Draco was walking down to the dungeons, in those sinfully tight trousers of his. He had dropped a pencil and bent down to pick it up right as Harry was leaving the Great Hall, and then Harry had seen it. A green lace thong peeking out from the top of his trousers. Dark against his perfectly pale skin. Harry had felt his mouth water, and his own trousers tighten at the sight.

Harry had spent the next several days trying to avoid going down to the dungeons to see Draco's knickers up close, though gods knew he wanted too. It was ill advised at best, they weren't that close, really, but Harry's cock was already hard and his brain had given up trying to fight it. Getting up, Harry stuffed the map into his back pocket and made his way out of Gryffindor tower, telling himself he was just going to wander a little bit. Like old times. To no one's surprise, least of all his own, Harry ended up just outside the dungeons, trying to come up with a reason for why he was there.

He paced the dungeons for what felt like hours, staring at Draco's unmoving dot in his chambers. Harry raised his hand, about to knock on the solid oak door, then stopped himself. It was nearing one in the morning, Draco would be sound asleep by now. He couldn't, shouldn't wake him up. Before he could stop himself, Harry turned, walked straight up to Draco's door and rapped smartly on the door three times. His heart raced in his chest as he waited. For a brief moment he wondered if Draco had heard him, if he would wake up at all, then the door opened and Harry nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight that greeted him.

A very sleep mussed Draco Malfoy stood before him, he was wearing a black crop top and, gods, Harry was going to die, black knickers with pink curly writing that read: Yes, Daddy?

Merlin but he looks adorable. Harry was screwed.

"Potter?" Draco asked through a yawn. Harry barely resisted the urge to shove him back into the room and up against the door and snog him senseless. Instead, Harry blushed, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as he stood in Draco's doorway.

"Er... uh... sorry," Harry said. "I couldn't sleep so..."

"You thought you'd come bug me?" Draco asked. Harry had the decency to look sheepish at that. "Come on in," Draco said with a yawn, ushering Harry into his chambers. Whatever Harry had been expecting, Draco Malfoy inviting him into his room had not been it. Still, terrified the chance may not arise again, Harry slipped into Draco's chambers and shut the door behind him.

Draco's room looked exactly like Harry expected it too. Impeccably orderly, and very Slytherin, with dark, expensive furniture everywhere. There were books too, tons of them; Draco had been made the new Potions Master, and as such had inherited all of Severus's belongings. By the looks of it, Draco had likely inherited Severus's home too. Draco took a seat on one of the expensive looking leather sofas nearest the fire, and yawned again. Harry felt terribly guilty. He had after all just awoken Draco for no other reason than... Harry wasn't sure why exactly. He looked so precious curled up on the couch, that Harry desperately wanted to join him.

"Have a seat I guess, since you're here," Draco said. Harry took a seat on the far side of the sofa, suddenly feeling rather awkward as he tried not to stare at well everything. Draco's long pale legs curled up under him. Or his pale, bare midriff, or his sleep mussed hair that did things to Harry's insides. He wanted nothing more than to drag the blond into his lap and press his lips to the tender looking spot behind Draco's ear. He wondered if he'd sound as beautiful as he looked. If Draco would whine and moan, and arch his back so beautifully. Harry swallowed. Surely Draco didn't have feelings for him, he thought. He still called him Potter, the two could hardly be considered friends, what had he even been thinking. "Knut for your thoughts?" Draco asked. "You look very deep in them," he said. It was then, Harry realized that Draco was considerably closer than he had been previously.