Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

On A Christmas Night at St. Mungo's

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco (power bottom)

Author: dragontara ( on ao3 )

Also i just started a new Drarry story👀 i believe it already has 4 chapters🤸‍♀️correct me if im wrong🤷‍♀️Yeah thats I'll had to say😳 ENJOYYyyy ya freaky fuck 😌🤚 

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Harry sighed in relief. Finally the endless flow of runny noses, twisted wrists or ankles, spell damages, burned fingers and hair, cuts and bruises, food poisonings and headaches had ended. The night shift at St. Mungo's had been busy as always, even being Christmas night hadn't made it any quieter.

He stood up from his desk and stretched. It was three in the morning and he ached for a nice cup of tea and a quick nap. The mediwitch on duty would call him if he was needed. Harry tucked his wand into the pocket of his healer robes and left his office.

He wandered through quiet corridors of the hospital to the healers' lounge, where he could take a break and rest a little. At this time of night there wouldn't be many other healers around, so Harry could enjoy some peace and quiet there.

He opened the door to the lounge and froze at the threshold. Draco Malfoy was pawing Harry's own Muggle coffee machine, struggling to make some coffee. Harry stood at the doorway, surprised into silence, until the door closed behind him with a soft click. The sound alerted Malfoy, who turned around and noticed Harry at the doorway. They stared at each other for a long moment, Malfoy's face turning more and more guilty by the second. Harry broke the silence by clearing his throat.

"This is the healer's lounge, you know."

Malfoy scowled. "But potion developers don't even have a lounge. I'm not about to make coffee in a cauldron!"

"Have you even tried?" Harry couldn't decide if he was annoyed or amused, still trying valiantly to fight himself out of the stupor of his surprise.

"Why would I? You have a perfectly good coffee machine here. I don't see why you can't share. Should have known you being a possessive git, Potter," Malfoy sneered.

"When it comes to you and my coffee machine, I don't have to be possessive, because you clearly don't have the slightest idea how to use it. Now, get your hands off of my coffee machine before you break it!"

"What if I don't? What are you going to do about it, Potty?" Malfoy taunted, looking exactly like the same insufferable git he had been at Hogwarts, with his lips curled into a sneer.

Harry sighed and looked around the lounge, the bathroom and the sleeping quarters. Luckily they were empty, so no one would witness their confrontation. Good. Then he approached Malfoy with a threatening look on his face.

"Are you challenging me, Malfoy? Really? Remember what happened last time?" Harry crowded Malfoy, efficiently trapping him against the kitchenette counter. "I think the question should be, what are you going to do about it, ferret."

Malfoy stared at him defiantly, his eyes looking as if hypnotized by Harry's mere presence. Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from Malfoy's either. All of a sudden Malfoy let out a low growl deep in his chest and attacked Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck like a vice and kissing him fiercely. The force of the kiss was bruising, but Harry didn't mind. He was more than happy to kiss that irritating sneer off of the prat's lips.

Malfoy's tongue pressed against his lips and Harry invited it in by opening his lips a fraction. That was all Malfoy needed, and soon his tongue explored Harry's mouth with such desperation it made Harry's stomach flutter.