Drarry One Shots

The Sexual Tension Between Us...

Kekekekekeke....I must express how much I love the title of this chapter...

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A pale, green eyed boy with ebony hair walked down that halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry, on his way to the Great Hall for breakfast on a Saturday morning. 

A pale, silver eyed, ivory haired boy made his way to the Owlery, planing on sending a letter which was currently in his back pocket.

Both boys walked alone -an  unusual event- and that was where everything went wrong.

They rounded the same corner on opposite sides, knocking into each other full force. Both bounced back, one loosing his glasses, and the other's perfectly gelled hair getting ruffled.

As the ebony haired boy searched blindly for his glasses, crouching on the floor, the ivory haired boy looked up, and snickered at the sight. Seeing the glasses, about a foot away from the boys searching hand, he grabbed them.

"Looking for something, Potter?" The ivory haired boy drawled, swinging the glaces in front of the other boys face. 

'Potter' could just make out the shape of his glasses being swung in front of his face, and he shot his arm out to grab them from the other boy, but they where pulled away before he could. He settled for glaring in the direction he thought the voice came from.

"Ah ah ah, I don't think so," the ivory haired boy smirked, though Potter couldn't see it.

"Malfoy, just give me my glasses back." The green eyed boy growled.

The fights between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were legend in their school, since they first started. Now they where in their sixth year, and the fights were still just as famous. It was a shame no one was around to witness this one-as it would be a fight between the two. What else would happen to two boys who have hated each other for as long as they've know the other?

"Scared, Potter?"

"In your dreams! Now gimme my glasses back Ferret!"

"Make me." Malfoy said mockingly.

"C'mon Malfoy, I knew you fought dirty but I didn't think you would go so far as to fight a disabled." Harry mocked in a desperate attempt to get his glasses back and hide his panic.

The hit to his pride was exactly what he needed. "Shut it, Potter!" Draco glared at him before shoving the glasses at Harry. Draco stood back as Harry fumbled in his haste to shove them on his face.

"Make me." Harry said, mocking Draco's words from earlier, feeling a million times better now that he had his glasses. 

Against his will, a image of Draco shoving his lips on to Harry's to get him to shut up popped into Draco's mind. The most horrifying part? He didn't feel completely repulsed by the idea. Okay, shoving that thought aside...Draco focused back on what was going on. Harry was in a defensive stance, ready to spring should he need to. His right hand gripped his wand tightly. 

Draco did a double take. "Are those words carved into your hand?" He asked, horrified. 

Harry paled, the blood rushing from his already pale face. He shuffled the sleeve of his baggy, long shirt down to hide the back of his hand, and was about to deny like all hell, but Malfoy rushed forward, and grabbed his arm. 

Malfoy forced the sleeve of his shirt up, and Harry struggled to break free, but Malfoy's grip was steel-like on his arm.

"Let go Ferret Face!" Harry struggled, but Malfoy would. Not. Let go, damnit!

"As much as I'd hate to sound concerned-" Malfoy started.

"Don't worry, you never do." Harry interrupted. 

"But who did this to you?" Malfoy finished, as though there hadn't been a interruption.

Harry deflated, his mind, against his will, flipping back to fifth year, to Dumbledore, to Sirius. 

"Why do you even care?" 

"Because I actually have a bit of humanity in me, and I care." Malfoy dragged out.

"Is that so?" Harry asked sarcastically. He was frighteningly aware of just how close Malfoy was, and it wasn't helping his blood circulation.

"Yes, yes it is." Draco was also aware of how close he was to Harry, but couldn't bring himself to pull away. He kept his eyes on Harry's hand. Well, that was, he did, before Harry grabbed his chin with his other hand, forcing him to look at the black haired teen. 

"Prove it." Harry whispered, a challenge in his eyes. Draco smirked. He loved a challenge.

The sexual tension between us... he thought for a fleeting moment, before shoving his lips to meet Harry's.

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Not my best, yeah. Not my longest, yeah...