Drarry Oneshots

Those Little Moments are Constellations in Life- or -IM BACK BITCHES

Draco turns to look out the window, only to come intensely close with Harry Potters face, smirking at him from where he floats lazily on a broom. Draco shrieks indignantly and falls off of the seat with a graceless thump.

He wants to stay there, curled on the floor and of sight. But the two most annoying dead people on the face of the planet were cackling above him and making kissy faces, an Harry (he's been Harry for a while now, ever since Draco realised that he liked to think about the boy in the dead of night while doing naughty stuff to himself and God... he truly is a perverted freak), is knocking on the window like there's something drastically important that he had to tell him, and Draco hoped it's a love confession.

With a deep breath and a quick fixing of his messily grown hair, he climbs back in the seat and opens the window slightly. He stares at Harry blankly, although his heart is beating erratically.

"Hey." Harry says, and then promptly throws a large handful of snow in Draco's face.

Draco is only stopped from screaming his head off because Harry then proceeds to kiss him on the lips.

He then flys away as quick as only a seeker can, and Draco almost falls out of the open window to his death below.

When he turns around, two ghost faces are staring back at him, laughing.

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Someone, Draco suspects it's Mrs McGonagall as she is the headmaster of this school but he also thinks it has something to do with Hermione, who's become an activist for everything you can think of, maybe except for shitty ex-deatheater Slytherins who don't have any friends and have had their magic forbidden and spend their time in the library. Draco is in a group of one, unless you count his two ghost friends and his pillow of Elvis Presley that he occasionally cries to about his life, but Draco does not count them, as he is not that pathetic. 

He sits at the very end of one of the table where all the kids returning to repeat their last year sit. He's only been there for five minutes and already he regrets not just getting a piece of fruit and slice of toast and sitting in his room until Herbology. He's the only person in his year in Slytherin, so at least he wouldn't have to worry about anyone looking at him. Maybe he should leave just no-

"Hey Draco, mind if i sit here."

Harry Potter seats himself across from him, obviously not caring if he minded at all if he sat there, as he didn't even wait for an answer. Cocky asshole. Hot cocky asshole. Hot cock in his ass- woah Draco calm the fuck down, too much, too much... 

"Um..." Okay, this is super awkward. Draco hasn't been this close to Harry since their kiss two days ago, which he explained to Elvis was just an accident and Harry didn't mean or want to kiss him, it was somebody just playing a prank on him. That red dickhead Weasley probably dared him to do it or something. I didn't mean anything, so Draco stop jerking off to it. 

Harry, in all his messy haired, chin stubble glory, steals the apple from Draco's plate. "Is this all you're having for breakfast?"

Draco looks at his company plate, seeing the Eggs, Bacon, twenty pieces of fucking toast and a whole buffet of other stuff. He looks on with disgust, and then at the guys muscles, and looks on with significantly less disgust. "Bacon kills you, didn't you know that. It's bad for your heart."

Without pause, "Dark Lords are supposed to kill you too. Whoops, guess i'm safe then." He puts an entire tomato in his mouth and hums at the taste. 

How the hell can he talk about something like that so easily. Draco's still avoiding most parts of the castle, and won't step foot on the manor grounds due to all the memories and nightmares that were created there. And Harry, who probably had the worst of all their experiences, is talking about it, is making a joke about it...