Drarry Oneshots

Do You Trust Me?

The door of the common room creaked open to reveal Draco Malfoy, his back pressed against the wall like he had been waiting for someone to arrive. Harry looked up from his book to see his nemesis standing only a few feet away.

"Harry Potter," Draco began, his voice low and seductive. "I've been waiting for just the right moment to tell you something." He took a step towards Harry.

"What is it?" Harry asked, keeping a close eye on his rival's every move.

The door of the common room creaked open to reveal Draco Malfoy, his back pressed against the wall like he had been waiting for someone to arrive. Harry looked up from his book to see his nemesis standing only a few feet away.

"Harry Potter," Draco began, his voice low and seductive. "I've been waiting for just the right moment to tell you something." He took a step towards Harry.

"What is it?" Harry asked, keeping a close eye on his rival's every move.

"Something that's been on my mind for a long time..." Draco stepped forward once again, closing the distance between them. He leaned in close, so close that Harry could feel his breath on his neck.

"I have something I want to show you," Draco whispered in Harry's ear.

"Really," Harry murmured, intrigued by his rival's mysterious tone. "What is it?"

"It's a secret..." Draco whispered, his lips brushing Harry's ear. "Close your eyes."

Harry obediently closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to prepare for whatever surprise Draco had in store for him. 

With his eyes closed, the tension in the air was palpable. Harry could hear Draco's breath, quickening slightly in anticipation, and his heartbeat began to speed up as well, his curiosity mounting with every passing second.

Suddenly, Harry felt a soft hand on his head, brushing his hair away from his face. Draco's fingers ran through his wavy locks, making his skin tingle. Harry's eyes remained closed, trusting Draco implicitly.

"Are they closed?" Draco murmured, his voice a husky growl in Harry's ear.

"Yes," Harry whispered in reply, the tension in his body ratcheting up a notch. He could feel the heat of Draco's breath again, and with his eyes still closed, all he could do was imagine what was about to happen next. 

He felt Draco's other hand sliding up his arm and onto his shoulder, bringing one arm around to wrap around his waist. Harry could feel the soft fabric of Draco's robe against his skin, and it only made him more curious about the surprise his rival had in store for him.

"Open your eyes," Draco's voice was a low purr in Harry's ear, the tension in the air growing thicker by the second. Harry hesitantly opened his eyes, his breath catching in his throat at the sight that greeted him.

Draco was standing just inches in front of him, his hair tousled by his touch and his eyes glittering in the dim light of the common room. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if he were savouring every moment of this intimate moment.

Harry watched in silent rapt attention as Draco's hands began to roam over his body, making their way under his shirt and up his chest. Draco's lips curved into a smug smirk as he toyed with the hem of Harry's shirt.

Harry's chest began to constrict as his breath grew heavy, his heartbeat racing faster and faster. Draco's hand moved lower, grazing a soft spot just below the collarbone, sending shivers down Harry's spine.

"Draco..." Harry breathed as his rival continued to explore his body, his touch becoming more and more tantalizing with each moment. 

"Do you trust me?" Draco's voice was a raspy whisper in Harry's ear as he moved closer. Harry felt the heat of his breath once more as the two of them became tangled together, Draco's hands moving down over his hips and around his waist, pressing their bodies even tighter together.