Drarry Oneshots

Closet Truth Or Dare

     Harry grunted as he pounded.

     "Potter..."
  
     Harry pounded harder at Malfoy's protest.

     "Oh, Merlin, Potter..."

     Harry pounded even harder, breathing heavily.

     "Potter, stop before I hex your balls off!"

     Harry stopped his useless banging. Malfoy was right; there was no point in pounding on the locked door. But that wasn't going to stop him from glaring at the blonde boy. Why did he always have to be so... so... Harry couldn't even find the word to describe him. The stupid blonde ferret had him on the verge of homicide; only the ice prince of Slytherin could manage to get them locked in a closet in the middle of the night.

     "Don't tell me what to do, Malfoy," Harry mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

     "Yet, Potter, you stopped when I commanded," Malfoy smirked his trademark Malfoy smirk at the boy, for he could see in the dim light as his expression went from prideful to defenseless. He felt powerful over the short emerald eyes boy as he mumbled swears under his breath.

     Harry groaned impatiently before plopping down on an upside down bucket, running his fingers through his hair.

     Malfoy glanced at the door handle, gracefully pulling out his wand muttering, "Alohamora."

     "No use," Harry said, "it's not going to work."

     Malfoy silently sat down on a bucket of his own, his knees between Harry's in the tight closet.

     "Now what?" Malfoy asked.

     "We wait," Harry said. There was no pause before Malfoy spoke.

     "This is boring," He said as-a-matter-of-fact-ly, "let's do something."

     Harry stiffened visibly at those words, "What do you mean?"

     "Are you daft, Potter?" Malfoy pulled out his wand, casting lumos, carefully propping his now lit wand on the shelf, giving them light. "Let's play a game." He thought for a moment, "Any suggestions?"

     "Malfoy, we're rivals, there is no way-"

     "Ah ah ah, don't forget, Potter, you don't have your wand handy, whereas I do. If you refuse to play a game with me, I'll hex you so hard, you'd wish you were a squib."

     Harry sighed in defeat before suggesting, "Never have I ever?"

     "Hmmm..." Malfoy considored, "No, no, that game wouldn't do, that's only fun with drinks.... Truth or dare?"

     "With two people?"

     "Well," Malfoy looked him in the eye, "Maybe if it's just us there will be no worries of people telling others and who knows? Maybe it will help us to learn to not hate each other."

     "Fine," Harry agreed, begrudgingly, "but whatever happens in here, stays in here, deal?"

     Malfoy stated at Harry's outstretched hand, remembering the last time there was a handshake supposed to be between them. Harry refused his handshake, his friendship.

     Malfoy, however, knew it was rude to not accept a handshake. Or at least that was what he told himself as he grabbed Harry's hand, trying to ignore the tingles going up his arm and his heart's excellerating rate.

     "So then," Harry said awkwardly, "Truth or dare?"

     "Who said you get to go first?"

     "Malfoy..." He said impatiently.

     "Fine... Um, let's start easy, truth."

     "Okay... Is it true that all Slytherins are death eaters?"