Drarry Oneshots

The Iconic Unoriginal Freckles

Haha! You didn't think that was the end did you? 

Well, I thought of an idea and I don't want to start a new one shot book so here <3

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"Alright, class, today we're going to be casting a very effective spell called hoc tam potens (A/N: not actually real I made it up with google translate). Does anyone know what spell this is?" The new teacher for defence against the dark arts, Mx. Blackwell announces.

The mudblood raises her hand, like always. Professor Blackwell faces her. "Yes, Miss Granger?" She says. She folds her hands together and moves her chin upwards.

"Hoc tam potens is powerful potion healing potion. If someone gets stabbed or harm with any muggle equipment, this potion can help revive them. Hoc tam potens means "power" (A/N: actually means "this is so powerful")." Granger finishes.

Professor Blackwell nods. "Correct, Miss Granger. Five points to Gryffindor," they announce. Damnit. "Now, we all shall practice the spell along with the mannequins. This spell takes off all glamour spells or any spells, potions or any sort on you. So I suggest you take everything unneeded off."

Oh no. This is very bad. Father, I thought you thought of every situation with the glamour? This isn't good, oh dear this is very, very bad. Maybe I could call in sick? I caught a really bad stomach flu?

This is never going to work. I cover my head in shame.

Professor Blackwell starts again. "Now, you all are going to be put in partners. I'll list them. Don't complain about them please, or else you'll lose 25 house points. The following duos are:

Parkison and Weasley.

Granger and Zabini.

Longbottom and Seamus..."

The rest of the groups seemed to all blend together that I couldn't make out the words anymore. Great.

Until one group caught my eye. Well - ear.

"Potter and Malfoy," Professor Blackwell said, "you may now go sit with your partner and begin."

Great. Now I have to work with bloody Potter. Potter walks over to me, avoiding eye contact. Hm, I wonder what's up with him.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

"Shall we begin or are you going to just sit there?" I ask. He nods.

I open the book and flip to where the potion is. "We need a pixie wing, three mushrooms and..." I mumble, beginning to trail off. Potter gets up to grab the ingredients. Did he think I asked him to get them? Whatever.

When he came back, hands filled with ingredients. He was trying not to make anything fall. Once he got back, he carefully placed the stuff down.

"So," I began, "first we need to cut the pixie wing into thirds."

Potter, grabbed the knife, trying his best to be the most precise with the cutting.

I grabbed the thirds and placed it into the cauldron.

"Next, we'll need to sparkle some fairy dust, half of a cup."

Potter grabbed the fairy dust and the cup, putting half of the fairy dust inside.

I grab the cup and pour it into the cauldron.

"Then, we'll need to pour a full cup of water."

Potter grabs the plastic water bottle, pouring it into the cup. Carefully, he tries pouring it into the cauldron.

I gasp. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh gods no. I'm screwed. The final ingredient is going to be placed in and my terrible-looking face will be discovered

I cover my head with my arms. Slamming my head (on accident! Well, only the slamming) on the desk.

This is going to be terrible.

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Harry's pov

Malfoy slams his head on the desk, covering his head with his arms. What's suddenly up with him?

"Do you want me to place the last ingredient in or...?" I murmur, unsure of what's going on.

"Mhm."

I nod, looking at the book. The final is a feather from a phoenix. I pick up the feather, hand hovering above the cauldron.

"I'm going to place it in now."

"Mhm..."

I frown. But the question is, why? I'm not being pestered anymore with Malfoy, so that's a good thing.

But then why do I frown because of Malfoy's odd behavior?

I shrug it off, placing the last ingredient. The potion turns into a lovely shade of dark purple and began swirling around. It looked very pleasant.

The potion stops swirling, and the colour became like an clear ocean.

"Malfoy. The potion's done."

"Cool."

"You need to help with the presentation about it."

"You do it, it's not worth my time anyways."

I groan. "Malfoy, actually."

"Potter, actually."

I pause, leaving the conversation with an awkward silence.

After what seems like forever, he slightly lifts his head up.

My mouth opens slightly. Who would've guessed that...

Malfoy has freckles. They were a very light shade, covering his face and a little bit of his neck.

I feel my face going red. Great.

"Freckles make you look..." I pause. "Pretty..." I whispered, but I replaced the pretty very quickly by saying, "less of a git. Only if you'd change your attitude."

He chuckles.

Well, I know one thing for sure.

I messed up.

I just called my (ex-nemesis?) nemesis pretty.

I'm doomed.

"Thank you." He gives me a small smile.

I smile back. Maybe there is something there at the end of the rainbow.

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The gay rainbow.