Harry Potter Oneshots

• Movies • Draco Malfoy •

You checked your reflection in the mirror one last time before turning the knob on your door. You could hear Pansy screaming from your front room.

"SPIDER! HELP ME, BLAISE! BLAISEY!!" a loud thump reverberated through the small apartment. Draco's laughter tickled your ears as you entered the room.

"Pans, your sixteen this November! I think you can handle a spider," you chuckle.

"Hun, please clean out this apartment. I know you only moved in this week to get away from your family problems, but it's gross!" she squirmed in Blaise's arms.

"Leave her alone,Pansy. She only just moved in!" Draco said as Blaise kissed Pansy's temple. You grabbed your bag from the couch.

"Right, who's ready for Diagon Alley?!" Crabbe and Goyle imitate two girls squealing. "And I've gone deaf!"

Just as you were leaving, an owl flies through your window. It perches on Draco's shoulder and pecks his ear. Draco rips open the envelope.

"Well crap," he mutters. "Y/N, can I stay here tonight? My parents have... an important visitor."

"Sure, that's fine!" you grab your wand. "Now, OFF TO *Diagon Alley*!" Whispering the last words, you all exit the small apartment and into the Leaky Cauldron just across the road.

                                                                  Back at flat

Waving everybody else goodbye, you and Draco head to the couch. Flopping down on it and throwing your bags on the floor, you let out a loud groan. Rolling into your back, you look up at the artexed ceiling.

"I need to get that smoothed," you mutter.

"Mm," Draco agrees whilst flopping down next to you. You giggle and turn your head to him.

"Shall we put on a movie?" you ask, sitting up.

"A what?" Draco sits up next to you.

"A moving picture, but, it tells a story and everything is scripted!" you have to look up slightly at him but you don't mind.

"Like a play?" he gives you a skeptical look.

"But on a screen!" you look at him with excited eyes while he looks at you with bored ones.

"A... screen..." you give him a stupid grin and run to get the box the films were stored in. "What types are there? What types do you have?"

"I've got a few scary ones, funny ones, sad ones, nice ones, Disney ones..." you grab The Blair Witch Project, The Sixth Sense, The Breakfast Club, The Grown Ups, Titanic, Grease and Tangled. Placing them infront of the platinum blonde, you pick up the remote and turn on the old DVD player.

You turn back to see Draco choose The Blair Witch Project. He opens it and spins the disc carefully with his fingers.

"Don't do that! You'll ruin the disc!" you snatch it out of his large hands as he mutters a sorry. Chuckling, you pop the disc out and carefully place it into the place holder.

***

Slumped on the couch with Draco gripping your arm, you watched as the movie finished.

"You can let go of my arm now Dre," you cock your head to him. Regaining his posture and clearing his throat, he goes to replace the disc into it's casing. "Like it?"

"Like it? I love it!" he laughs. He plops down on the sofa again with a frown.

*SPOILER ALERT!*

"But... who killed them?" he asks.

"We dunno," you say. He looks at you. You get lost in his grey pools. So lost that you don't realize that both of you are leaning in. Your lips meet in a moment of bliss. After what seemed like hours, you both pull away.

"Wow..." he whispers.

"Uh... yeah..." you lean into his chest and he wraps his arms around you.

"So, are we a couple?"

"I guess," you giggle.

"Wanna watch another moody?'' he asks.

"Movie," you correct him giggling. "and yes."