Drarry Oneshots

Library

Like most Saturdays Draco was in the library reading. He enjoyed coming her after the war because it was perfectly peaceful.

The rest of Hogwarts was constantly filled with loud sounds that would drive Draco insane.

He enjoyed the quiet. And lucky for him, no one ever seemed to come to the library one Sunday.

No one but him.

He was reading an old book about potions when the door opened and slow footsteps walked in his direction.

It wasn't usual that anyone would come in on Saturdays, so he looked up and was shocked to see an all to familiar Gryffindor.

Potter.

Why does he have to be here?

Harry didn't seem to see him and if he did he completely ignored his existence because he sat down at a table just two in front of Draco, facing him.

Draco watched with curious eyes as Potter leaned down to grab a book and some parchment out of his bag.

He must be writing a potions essay.

Suddenly green eyes met silver and in the schock of the moment Draco quickly averted his eyes back to his book, pretending as if they had always been there.

Draco could feel Harry's eyes on him for a few seconds, probably trying to figure out why his enemy had been staring at him.

As if he had given up Draco heard a deep sigh coming from Potter and the sound of a quill scratching parchment.

It stayed silent like that for awhile.

The only sound feeling the library was the constant scratching of Harry's quill and Draco flipping the pages in his book.

An hours must have passed and at that point Draco was so engrossed in his book that he gad completely forgotten about Harry.

That is until he heard a shift in a chair .

Draco looked up only to see Harry slowly leaning back in his chair, his hands above his head as if he were stretching.

And then he heard it.

A moan.

Harry fucking moaned.

And that sound went straight to Draco's cock.

He stilled reading, his whole body tensing up.

The Slytherin stared at the Gryffindor as he was still leaned back in his chair.

He could see the way Potters shirt slightly lifted up and showed his abdomen and how is lips were parted.

His beautiful pink lips that looked as soft as cherry blossoms.

Merlin.

Merlin Potter was fucking gorgeous.

He wanted to hear Potter moan again and again and again.

And suddenly green met silver again.

Draco blushed.

He was seen.

Potter saw him staring.

But no. Potter didn't seem mad, maybe shocked for a second but suddenly his face turned into a smirk.

A shit eating smirk. On that tells Draco he knows. He knows what he wants. He knows he is the only one that can give it to him.

He knows.

The chair squeaked again as Potter stood up and gathered his things.

His eyes never leaving Draco's.

And suddenly he was coming closer.

With that all knowing smirk and that all knowing confident stride. Draco whimpered as Harry suddenly stopped in-front of him.

"Malfoy."

Fucking Potter.

"Potter." Malfoy replied stiffly.

Harry leaned down, his mouth centimeters from Draco's ear.

And he whispered, in a deep husky voice: "meet me in the bathroom."

Draco nearly moaned then and there. But before he could even reply Potter was gone.

"Fuck."

Draco jumped up sprinting out if the library.

He doesn't need his book.

He needs Potter.

Harry.

This is a really shite short story. Im scared because some people are actually reading my story and idk what the fuck im supposed to do but thank you.

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(I know my grammar is bad i didn't actually look for my mistakes 👀)