Drarry Oneshots

Eighth Year [Part Two]

Posted: December 9, 2020
AO3 Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Draco clambers through the portrait hole, leaving a blustering Sir Cadogan to shout after him as the portrait swings closed, and looks around. "Harry?"

His eyes land on the man in question. Harry is the sole occupant of the Common Room, and he's slumped over a study table, fast asleep. Glasses askew, face resting on a textbook, neck twisted at an uncomfortable angle.

His hair is sticking up in a way that means he's been trailing his hands through it in that funny way he unconsciously does any time he's trying to focus. He looks adorable, and Draco's heart skips at the sight.

Setting down the full plate he's carried up from the kitchens, he reaches out and tentatively runs a hand over his sleeping boyfriend's back. "Harry?"

Despite his careful attempt to wake Harry slowly, he still startles as if he's been given an electric shock, fumbling for his wand and breathing heavily, eyes darting around wildly.

He's woken this way every single time since the War as far as Draco has seen, and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. But Draco can't help hoping that maybe one day it will be different.

For now though, he just steadies him like he always does, putting a hand on his arm and speaking soft, soothing words that calm him down quickly.

"Sorry," Harry says, flushing and rubbing at his sore neck. He glances around at the empty Common Room. "Did I miss dinner?"

"Everyone else is still down there," Draco responds, reaching out to brush his fingers over Harry's cheek, marveling at the fact that he can, that Harry actually lets him. "You can go down if you want. But I grabbed a few things for you from the kitchens in case you don't."

Draco indicates toward the full plate, and Harry shoots him a grateful smile. "You're the best."

Now it's Draco's turn to blush. "I just thought you might be hungry."

Harry catches his hand and presses a kiss against his fingers. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Draco leaves him to eat, settling on a nearby sofa and opening his Transfiguration textbook.

"Can I lay in your lap when I'm done?"

The question startles him, and Draco hesitates before answering carefully. "Here? Everyone will see when they come up from dinner..."

Harry's eyes are warm and bright as he gazes back. "I don't really care...do you?"

A nervous feeling settles in the pit of his stomach, but Draco shakes his head. He's just as tired of hiding this as Harry is, and he's pretty sure their friends have already guessed. He supposes they'll find out soon enough.

After eating quickly, Harry sits beside him and tentatively leans over to rest his head in Draco's lap, tucking his legs to curl up on the sofa. "Are you sure this is okay?"

"Of course," Draco responds, turning back to his book with a small smile on his face. After a moment, he sets his book on the armrest, using one hand to keep it propped open. He reaches down with the other to card his fingers through Harry's thick hair.

"Thanks, Dray." Harry murmurs, eyes falling shut with a contented sigh, "'S nice."

"Mhm," Draco hums in agreement, already engrossed in his book again.

His hand continues running through Harry's curls, tugging on the ends and occasionally swirling one around a fingertip before letting it bounce back.