Drarry Oneshots

Beg For It

Out of all people in a humongous school as Hogwarts, Harry's mind is muddled up with thoughts revolving around Draco Malfoy and his sinful, red lips, even after Potions ended. He felt shameful that he's thinking about those lips in Transfiguration, but it's not as if he could help it. The more he tried to just knock off those red, probably soft lips, and the long, slender fingers wrapping around the length of the spoon, it kept coming back.

Harry didn't manage to go through Transfiguration without any destructions, no. His carelessness caused not one, but three mismatched objects that earned him a detention in the evening. So much for not having a detention. And Harry blamed it all on Malfoy.

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Hermione has been giving Harry concerned looks all throughout the week and even asked like a million times if he is feeling okay. And Harry said yes. What else would he have said, that "Oh my god, Hermione, Malfoy's lips are so beautiful." No. Never in a million years.

They went down for dinner, with Hermione asking if he needed help as Harry kept on bumping people and didn't even say sorry. He is in his little world without a care.

The trio sat down at the Gryffindor table and it wasn't long before Professor Dumbledore instructed to start the feast. And it wasn't long before Harry's roaming eyes found the certain someone–who has been teasing his already messed up mind–in the Slytherin table.

He was looking right back at him. A silent battle of heated gaze followed the next couple of minutes, and Malfoy was the first one to break it. Harry thought it was over, but he was sadly mistaken. It seemed Malfoy had other plans to make Harry's night even more miserable.

Harry's breath hitched as Malfoy grabbed a cherry from the nearest bowl and the teasing was back. This time, along with putting the cherry in his mouth, he momentarily put three fingers together and then again took them out. Harry could hear the, dare he say, sensual sounds filled with so much sex, yes, that he was making as he sucked the life out of that cherry. And Harry could feel a prominent bulge forming in his pants, again.

When it seemed that finally, finally the cherry's over and possibly the teasing as well, Malfoy licked his lips, giving Harry a glance biting his lips, and then let out a moan. Yes, a freaking moan.

Crabbe and Goyle gave him strange looks and Malfoy responded with, "The food is so good." And they didn't press any further.

Malfoy had his signature smirk on his face as he got up, a bit earlier, to leave the Great Hall. Had he just walked out of the place, when Harry stood up briskly as well, and literally rushed out, leaving a very confused Ron and Hermione with a knowing smile.

Malfoy was whistling a tune while he walked up the stairs. He was sure his plan worked well, and his words matched when someone slammed his body against the hard walls.

"Ouch. What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Potter?" Malfoy groaned, rubbing his shoulder.

Harry's hot breaths fell on his face, and Malfoy noticed he had his arms against the wall, and he was totally caged by a person called Harry Potter.

"What do you think you are doing Malfoy?" Harry let out huskily, his tone sending a shiver down his spine. But he's not complaining. He planned this after all, he knew that something like this was going to happen, sooner or later.

"I was going to my room, what else? What kind of an idiotic question is that Potter?" And yet he didn't give in.

He wanted Potter to beg.