#drarry oneshot

[basiatlu]

Rush

by @mono-chromia & @basiatlu

‘He’s not kissing me, but I can taste him. He’s not kissing me, but his tongue touches mine because I meet him halfway. He’s not kissing me, but I am kissing him.’

It’s one thing to let yourself want the things you want, and another to let yourself have them. Draco does neither, but a lot can change in a single night.

A story about being queer and being shameless, about feeling out of place and falling into place. About finding your people and letting them see you, no matter how uncomfortable.

word count: 10.5k

✨Read on Ao3✨

#this was birthed from me admitting I hadn’t watched the Rush music video and then crying like a big baby after it #Harry is a tramp and we love that for him #we are always getting distracted from the Big Project sorry #bosh and monos shitpost factory #drarry fic rec #drarry fanfic #drarry oneshot #drarry fanart #muggle au #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #harry potter #doodle #drarry #digital art #draco malfoy #comic art #write mono write #boshdraws

[mono-chromia]

Team Sport

A Drarry microfic//oneshot by mono-chromia

Cover illustration by my beloved @basiatlu (alternate versions can be viewed here)

Word count: 1.015

Read under the cut, or on AO3

Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

'Mione had once called Harry a "hard sleeper", whatever that may be.

"A heavy sleeper?" Draco had asked, unsure if he was missing some muggle turn of phrase. It comes up when they are trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements in the shared hotel rooms for Luna and Neville's destination wedding.

"Oh, no," she says. "Well, that too, I suppose, so he won't mind if you get back late, but he sleeps hard. I can't quite explain it." Draco doesn't mention the undiscussed assumption that he and Harry are apparently to bunk up together. "You know how he always tries to carry all the plates and cutlery to the table in a single go? Even if there's sixteen people dining?" Draco nods. "It's kind of like that."

Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

Their portkey takes them from 5 A.M. in London to 11 A.M. somewhere in the Mekong Delta region, so when they arrive in their room, Harry immediately crawls into the pristinely made hotel bed, nesting the crisp duvets and the pillows into an iceberg-like structure and sleeps. Hard. Sprawled on his belly with his clothes still on (he's wearing sweat shorts at least, not jeans, thank Merlin) but with his feet sticking out for temperature regulation. He looks like he knows what he's doing. Draco watches him fuss and clumsily toe off his socks (because what lunatic wears socks to bed? Ridiculous) and then doze off immediately, squeezing in a highly efficient, half hour kip before they are expected for their lunch arrangements.

Harry seems more affected by the jetlag than the rest of the company, so Draco finds him, not unlike a cat, sleeping in strange places and at odd moments during the entirety of their stay in Vietnam.

For instance, on a couch in the hotel lobby one early morning, while Ron and Hermione argue with the clerk over the tour reservation that Ron definitely made correctly, with his head in Luna's lap, hoodie pulled low over his eyes, and his arms hugged around his chest.

Or, on the lawn chairs by the pool in the middle of the day. Which, Draco supposes, isn't that strange a place to sleep, but Harry's commitment to the activity is once again proven when Hermione ambles over to rub sunscreen on his back and place a sunhat over his head, all without as much as a twitch.

It's really quite fascinating to watch (though no one else seems to think so) and Draco finds himself somewhat jealous, because even when he diligently works through his own list of requirements for a good sleep (freshly showered, moisturized, teeth brushed, clean sheets, glass of water on the side table, window open for airflow, access to his own pillow) he still doesn't often manage to make eight uninterrupted hours, let alone any misguided attempts at a restful nap. When Draco naps it means the situation is dire, that he is unwell, that he feels like something has crawled up his ass and died there, and it usually only exacerbates his condition instead of having the much desired effect it seems to have on Harry. That effect being that he wakes up content, mellow and sleep-soft (objectively) and exists like that for five minutes or so, before moving onto stage two of his post-nap euphoria, which includes but is not limited to; a general lust for life, toothy grins, silly jokes (objectively), and a propensity for affection towards whoever is nearest to him at any given moment.

Which means that Draco finds himself subjected to the feeling of gently excited hands on his wrists and back as they ooh-and-ahh at the view on their hike, and a chin hooked over his shoulder as Harry feigns mild interest in the book Draco is reading, before asking him to come swim.

Apparently, it also means that, when Draco is keyed up with homesickness on the third of their eight-night stay, Harry invites him into bed.

"You okay?"

Draco looks back from where he has his head stuck out the window, spooked and feeling slightly caught. He stares at Harry in his bed, making up the shape of his body under the sheets from his feet (sticking out from under the cover) to his rumpled head that's more under the pillow than on top of it. Harry's voice is thick with sleep and so, so soft.

"Oh," says Draco. "Yeah. Um. Just— a bout of insomnia."

Harry just hums, low and noncommittal, and for a moment Draco thinks that he might be sleep talking. But then Harry shifts and lifts up the duvet, wordlessly and casually extending an invite towards Draco, and waits for him to get in.

Draco would object, but maybe Harry's bed is just that much more comfortable, maybe that's why he sleeps so well, and well— truly it looks much too inviting to resist. So Draco doesn't object, and quietly pads across their room to slip into bed with Harry. The blanket is bunched up and skewed, there are more than enough pillows, yet none of them in the right spot to actually fulfill their intended purpose, but Harry isn't fussed in the least, and wastes no time snaking an arm across Draco's middle and slotting his head under Draco's chin. Harry seems to fall back asleep pretty much immediately, and Draco is suddenly surrounded by an aura of sleep-warmed sheets, skin-on-skin contact and a bouquet of powdery scented curls, clean skin and sweet spearmint breath. It would have been overwhelming if it wasn't so blissfully sedative.

A robust dose of Dreamless Sleep has nothing on the deep rise and fall of Harry's chest, the dozy twitch of his toes against Draco's leg, the blooming warmth in all the spots where their bodies are touching. Draco dreamily wishes he could bottle it. Who knew that sleeping was a team sport.

#drarry microfic #drarry #oneshot #drarry oneshot #draco malfoy #harry potter #fluff #getting together #napping #cuddling #homesickness #tooth rotting fluff #weddings #holidays #writemonowrite #drarry fanart #drarry art #hermione granger

[ssseashell]

My current favorite Drarry coded songs

I just love listening to these while reading some Drarry angst

I Bet on Losing Dogs - Mitski

Your Best American Girl - Mitski

Once More to See You - Mitski

A Pearl - Mitski

I Want You - Mitski

I Know You - Faye Webster

Johanna - Suki Waterhouse

To Love - Suki Waterhouse

Somethin’ Stupid - Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra

Rolling in the Deep - Adele

Skyfall - Adele

(You’ll notice there is a lot of Mitski)

#drarry prompt #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #my playlist #drarry oneshot #writing prompt #angst #harry and draco

[wolfpants]

august (a drarry fic)

August | Rated M | 3.8k words

He sends the messages away with Elpis before he changes his mind. He watches her in flight as she swoops across the Wiltshire countryside, the navy blanket of night drawing down slowly in her wake, urging him to bed.

“You wrote to me,” Potter says the next day.

He’s shown up to the Manor, as thin as he was the last time Draco saw him, laid out on the school courtyard like the broken starlings Aunt Bellatrix would leave on his pillow every night.

“Y-yes,” Draco says, struck, standing in the threshold of his home, his fingers still grasped around the zip of his quilted walking jacket.

The letters were intended to be a one and done sort of deal. Sending them was supposed to be an impetus for rapid atonement. For wiping the unsavoury clutter from his slate.  Everyone was supposed to move on with their lives, and, hopefully, he’d never have to see Potter ever again.

He’s heard rumours—namely, gossip, from Pansy’s Owls—that Potter and his friends were supposed to be moving to Australia. That they’d spent their summer there—“partying and drinking and all sorts, they’re so common!”—and possibly wrapping up their studies come the start of the academic year.

But here Potter is. In August. Standing on Draco’s doorstep.

⛈🍃☔️🖤

Summer, 1998. Harry Potter arrives at the Manor to return Draco's wand. The problem is, he keeps coming back.

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt Thunder.

Thank you so much to @basicallyahedgehog for the speedy beta on this one! You're the best!

Read August on ao3

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[evergreensandthunderstorms]

My first ever ficlet, an unbetaed oneshot. This was inspired mostly by “Danger Granger” from the inimitable Vukovich’s Fearful Trill. @vukovich thanks for writing that, Danger Granger lives in my queer little head rent free.

•••

The Golden Trio — not so golden anymore. Still always together, though. They walk like shadows of each other, nearly in step, rarely apart. Weasley slouches to the height of the other two. Looks at the floor like a criminal. Granger walks like she’s tiptoeing, and flinches at loud laughter. Potter’s eyes are the only thing about him that look alive, and they don’t look sane, wildly casing every room for an exit, a threat, anything but another pair of human eyes.

This is my first impression of them, two years out from the war. It’s grim.

It’s also my second, third, and four impression of them, the first weeks of my apprenticeship.

That is, until Antonin Dolohov wipes the slate clean.

When it happens, I’m in the ministry canteen. Sipping a tea, and watching them, as always. They huddle at a table in a corner near an emergency exit. Weasley looks like he’s talking the other into eating — not that it’s going well. Granger takes a bite of an apple looking for all the world like she’s being forced to eat a kitten at wand point. Potter doesn’t appear to hear the entreaties, concerned as he is with something in the middle distance: a fly? Those eyes track like a starving predator’s. Then they meet mine.

I have no time to process the jolt of adrenaline that rushes through me. There’s a bang and a scream. Black robes. A flash of red light. I freeze, still staring at the Ruined Trio.

They rise in unison. The mask clears from Weasley’s face, revealing in its wake a bloodthirsty sort of glee. Granger may well have disapparated, except the witch who puts her back against Weasley’s and grabs Potter’s hand, already firing curses — was that green light? — looks just like Granger did when I saw her at the Battle of Hogwarts. Incensed and vicious, single minded, and absolutely loving this.

Potter, though. I chance one more glance before my muscles obey my mind’s screaming command to hide under the table. His shoulders have relaxed down, his chin is tilted up. He’s bloody smiling, holding a shield over himself and his friends with — with what? His wand is spitting spell after spell, and his left hand is held loosely in Granger’s. He looks taller and broader. A wayward curl falls over his forehead. He licks his lips.

It’s a dance they’ve clearly danced many times, each of them stepping and spinning in time. I realize most of their spells are nonverbal when I watch Weasley say something and the other two laugh quickly, not missing a beat in their choreographed battle.

Dolohov and company are dispatched ten seconds after they entered the room. Four neat Incarcerouses and several bloodied faces. No one else in the room has time to pull a wand.

Granger leads the trio languidly forward. She gestures at Dolohov. I think of the smell of vodka and piss that used to saturate the dungeon at Malfoy Manor. Weasley waves a disguise detector spell over Dolohov. Granger is already speaking the words before it flashes blue — no polyjuice, no glamour.

“Avada Kedavra.”

#drarry #drarry oneshot #drarry wip #this is my first time ever posting my writing sos it’s terrifying #ao3 stuff

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

The Last Coffee

"All packed and ready to go?" Harry asked as he knocked on Draco's bedroom door.

Draco turned around, taking a break from applying tape on one of the last cardboard boxes. He nodded his head with a soft smile, "All done. The driver will pick up these boxes by tomorrow morning, that's alright right?"

" Yeah, as long as that person doesn't disturb my sleep." Harry shrugged in a joke.

Draco shook his head with a chuckle, "Typical Harry of you."

Harry for that brief didn't know what else to say because he knew Draco was going to be thousand of miles apart in a matter of few hours when for the last 10 years of his life they have lived in the same place, whether it was school or this apartment.

"Last coffee before I leave?" Draco finally asked and Harry nodded.

They collected their coats and walked hand in hand to the coffee shop by the corner of the street for what was the last time.

"So, this is the last time we're going to hold hands?" Harry finally said.

Draco sighed.

"Come on, someone had to say it and I know there's a lot on your mind so just say whatever it is or you know you'll regret it." Harry said.

Draco looked at Harry for a brief moment knowing he was right.

Right after ordering their last cup of coffee's together Draco finally opened up,

"Are you sure you don't want to give long distance a try? We could make it work if we try."

Harry smiled, "We could try, we could even try if you lived on the opposite ends of the planet but we know how it's going to end. Our time zone's are not even going to be the same, let alone we won't have a proper communication about anything. It won't be the same."

Draco teared up a little because he was hoping with his whole heart that Harry might turn his thought around if even at the last moment but he was losing any kind of hope here.

Harry noticing his emotions took his hands in his own and caressed them softly.

"I know you think this is easy for me but it's killing me inside. I have loved you for years, we've lived in the same apartment for 4 years, we've been together almost all the time, how can it possibly be easy for me to not be around you anymore? I've loved you all this time and I can't tell you how much I really want to make it work but Draco I know the differences we'll have, you'll have a whole lot of different people there, you'll be required there so many more times. You will need so much time to adjust into a new environment and I'll start wondering how much efforts you're putting in and then I will get used to it and by the time you'll be done adjusting, I'll have a life of my own, we won't be able to make time for each other, we'll have more fights than conversation- "

"Harry, just stop," Draco cut him off taking his hands away from Harry's hold, "you have this whole thing planned out as if you're going to do it. How are you so sure that this is what's going to happen? What if it's the opposite?"

Harry gave him a soft smile, "I don't know half shit of how it's going to work or what may happen or what may not. To be very honest, I think i'm wrong but- there is a 5% chance in what i'm saying is true and that is why before I lose you to distance, I want to be prepared for losing you. At least, I know I am ending it and not you because of distance," he takes a pause and sighs, "I just don't want to be hurt and hurt you more than I have. I don't want to fight and give up on you-"

"and so you don't even want to try?"

Harry shook his head, "I want to. I want to be proven wrong but I know I won't be because one day I don't want to be on the end where you say I don't think this is working and have my heart shattered but knowing that it was happening all the time. You know how you always called me a saviour?"

Draco nods.

"This time the saviour wants to save himself. Sometimes that saviour has to make sacrifices and compromises so this time i'm choosing to protect myself because I don't think I'll ever be okay if this ends after trying. How can you get hurt when you never even tried?"

"By knowing you never even tried. You are giving up, Harry, you've never given up before." A tear dropped down from the corner of his eyes and Harry wiped it away.

"I'm not giving up. I love you, I have and I always will but I'm not the same person I used to be. I have been a lot hurt in my life Draco and you know it so well, this one time, just once I want to not be hurt later."

"So, you're hurting me instead?" Draco sobbed.

"I'm hurting both of us really but I know I am hurting you. I know and I wish I wasn't but this is for the better and you'll know with time. I am so sorry for all the pain but we are meant to be hurt, now or later. Impending doom."

"So, its a losing argument with you? You are not going to change your mind?" Draco asked.

Harry teared up and shook his head, "We're both losing. I am losing you, I am hurting you but I know it's for the better of both of us. I want to change my mind but I know I shouldn't. I want to protect both of us."

"I don't think you're protecting anyone." But Harry didn't know what else to say because he knew he wasn't going to change his mind, he wanted to but he knew he shouldn't.

Draco shook his head and after wiping away his tears gave a smile, "I suppose it was good while it lasted."

"The best I'll ever have. Only one i'll ever have."

"I love you."

"I love you."

They shared their one last cup of coffee after which Draco left for unknown amount of time. Harry didn't know if he made the best decision or not, he always hoped he did but he never wanted Draco to live with any regret of ending things between them. Maybe they were doomed, maybe they were not. Distance breaks many hearts and they knew they'd be one of them but Harry would rather lose Draco to himself than to distance.

One last cup of coffee, that was all that mattered at the end.

I should've been studying but this was meant to be written..

the last?

Tagging some of y'all for a boost, don't hesitate if you're uncomfortable with the tag <3

@phoebe-delia @chinike @thecornerofbelu @nv-md @cissa-bee @missdrarrydawn @littlebodybigheartttt @harryandginnydeservesbetter @draco-lucious-malfoy @textrovert-01 @inflation-of-mind @dearly-devoted-dawdler @loves-to-read-fanfic

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[carrythispictureforluck]

POCKET FRIENDS I AM IN NEED OF A CHRISTMAS FLUFFY ONESHOT REC

For Wolfstar or Drarry preferably but also send me your favs of any ship too.

Please and thank you

I need to read Christmas fluff on Christmas day. Duh.

#wolfstar oneshot #drarry oneshot #christmas fluff #wolfstar #drarry fic rec #send me recs #send me fluff #drarry #wolfstar fic rec

[mollymarymarie]

“Harry?” came a hesitant question after an uneasy fifteen minutes of silence, an uneasy fifteen minutes of Harry going well over the posted speed limit in his haste to cut the distance between them.

“I’m still here, Draco,” Harry assured him. “I’m on my way. I promise.”

A soft huff of a breath pierced through the call. “Draco,” he repeated, and Harry would’ve sworn his reply was almost wistful, almost wanting, if he didn’t know him better. “It’s been a long time since I’ve heard you call me Draco.” The weight of the why hung between them in the muffled stillness.

“You’ve always been Draco. It never changed. Not for me.” The last statement came out a bit more accusatory than Harry wanted, but the intent remained. To Harry, they had never changed.

Summer Skin on AO3

#Drarry oneshot #Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Draco/Harry #first ever drarry attempt #good luck with this one #angst on angst on angst #literally just me posting my depression phase out loud #trigger warning for death of parents #implied child abuse? #and uh also arson #dont read if you dont agree with burning down your childhood home #uh enjoy

[thomasbrodiesandwich]

knock knock

hey drarry friends!! so i did something experimental and im quite scared bcs i dont always publish anything unless im 100% sure about it. but this time, i thought to put out this oneshot fic i did. its one of those spur-of-the-moment-"word fart"s i did. i was just very inspired after watching killing eve so i wanted to try writing a target/assassin drarry fic and this was the result!

i do have a few blooming/starting plans for this story, i just don't know if anyone wants to read more of it bcs this oneshot is alrdy good as is i think. i just need to know if anyone wants an expansion to the story so i posted it ahead :D

if youre interested, i wud greatly appreciate ur time for reading it and wud love to hear if u liked it and want more of it<33

Title: Reasons To Attack

Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Tags: Head Auror Harry Potter, Assassin Draco Malfoy, Soulmate AU w Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Enemies to Lovers (is what i wud hopefully go for), POV Third Person Limited (Harry Potter), No Voldemort AU, Everyone Live/Nobody Dies AU, Magically Powerful Harry Potter

Summary: He was a walking target, a huge glaring red X-mark, ever since he became the youngest Head Auror. So, one can’t be too careless these days.

or: Harry encounters a white-blond intruder in his flat late at night. So, he … offers him tea?

P.S.: please completely disregard canon while reading this its quite different lol

Link on AO3: Reasons To Attack - littlelass - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

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[starlitsilvereyes]

Maple Syrup Kisses 

Written for @drarrymicrofic 's song prompt: Keep Driving by Harry Styles | Warning: Smut if you squint. Otherwise is all fluff lol | Rating: T | Read on Ao3

Maple syrup, coffee

It’s your last day at Hogwarts. 

Sunlight pours from the fancy glass windows at the Great Hall, creating intricate patterns made up of shadows and light on the empty, long wooden tables. 

You pour maple syrup on your French toast before taking a bite. The syrup gets on your fingers, sticky and sweet, you lick it off, and the taste reminds you of someone’s kiss the night before. 

Bringing your coffee cup to your lips, you see someone gaze at you from the other end of the table. The same eyes that held so much hope and fear during the war. You watch them through the rim of your cup, and long after they’ve looked away, you keep staring. 

You wonder if you’ll ever see them again.

Pancakes for two

It’s been two years since the war. 

You’re having your extremely early breakfast at a local Muggle coffee shop. You ordered your usual, French toast with maple syrup and black coffee. You thank a god for it. Even though you wouldn’t call yourself religious, there’s something peaceful about having someone to thank for life’s little wonders. 

Short moments later, someone walks in. Their hair shines like gold under the morning sun. They turn around, ready to leave the coffee shop, but you call out their name. 

You order pancakes for two. You’ve got a new usual breakfast.

Hash brown, egg yolk 

It’s been four years. 

You moved across the world with the love of your life, leaving the war and everything else behind. The teardrop-shaped island has been your new home since you left, and you never looked back. 

Breakfasts are spent by the sea with a view of the vast horizon right on the brink of sunrise. The world has never felt so open until now. 

You have learned to cook breakfast in different ways. Your relationship with cooking hasn’t always been the best, but you have learned to love every bit of it, just like you have learned to love them with each passing day.

Today’s are hash browns and egg yolks. The first year of dating them, you learn that they are not fond of eating egg whites, so you take the time to cook your eggs separately. It takes a little bit more time out of your early mornings, but you don’t mind.

I will always love you 

It’s the morning after your seventh anniversary, and you’ve both spent all night making love. You realise you’re going to spend the rest of your life loving them. You’ve always been a morning person, but you’ve never loved regular mornings as much as the morning they’ve asked for your hand in marriage. 

“I will always love you,” they say after you’ve said ‘yes’. You kiss them a little longer and hold them a little tighter. 

The emerald on your ring finger shines beautifully under the barest hint of sunlight. A soft, shy smile plays upon your lips when they tell you the colour reminds them of your eyes. 

They cook breakfast for you today. You watch them struggle a little bit, and you laugh softly as they curse when an eggshell accidentally falls onto the pan. Breakfast is spent with half burnt pancakes and maple syrup-stained kisses. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ao3 | Ko-fi

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[delusional-donut]

Hold Onto Me

Delusional Donut

As they navigate a delicate love, Draco notices peculiarities—subtle fragments of Harry's soul scarred by his past.

This is the first drarry fanfiction that I have written! It's just a little one shot, but I was so excited to finally post it :D I hope the ones reading will enjoy it too <3 Would love feedbacks uwu

#drarry #drarry fanfiction #drarry fanfic #drarry fandom #harry x draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #hurt/comfort #this is my first try okay #just hoping it isn't too bad #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 works #draco × harry #drarry oneshot #my writing #new writers on tumblr #writeblr #my work #my fanfiction #this is me writing

[wolfpants]

the farther I fall, I'm beside you (a drarry murder boyfriends one-shot)

Draco stopped questioning those kisses years ago.

Stopped asking himself what he did to deserve them.

Stopped asking himself if he was a truly good person, or a truly bad one.

Stopped looking for either of those things in Harry too, and accepted the undeniable truth that both of them are neither.

🖤🩸🗡️❤️

What happens when you accidentally kill your friend during a birthday prank gone wrong? You ask your Master of Death boyfriend for help, of course.

Tags and CWs: EWE, dead dove: do not eat, Murder Boyfriends, minor character death (Theo Nott), POV Draco, bathing/washing, mild blood, competent!Harry, possessive!Harry, more than morally grey like morally charcoal black, misuse of food, Auror!Harry, Ministry Worker!Draco, Master of Death themes, sexual content (more explicit smut tags in the link)

The Farther I Fall, I'm Beside You | Rated E | 2.3k words

Read on ao3

#I wrote the jawbreaker fic #it was supposed to be funny #but this is just kind of messed up and sad but also sweet idk #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #cw blood #murder boyfriends #murder boyfriends drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #drarry oneshot #dead dove do not eat

[fanarthasmyheart]

A Hug for Harry

Pairing: Drarry

Rating: T

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: It's Harry's eighth year, and his class mates worry about him.

Author's note: My spoopy Halloween gift for you!

Snippet:

When Harry Potter was admitted to the Mental Maladies Wing of St Mungo’s, all of us eight year students volunteered to clean up his room for a nice surprise upon his return. Either out of respectful affection and gratitude for our hero in need, or out of curiosity to see his bedroom, which none of us had been allowed into for at least six months. Sometimes, on rare occasions when Harry was out, we thought we heard strange noises coming from inside. A hum, Neville called it.

Read on AO3

#drarry #oneshot #drarry oneshot #halloween fic

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Not a temporary fix

Fluff/domestic

He didn't mean to pass through. He wasn't even going to. It was a very very busy day and stopping to look at his boyfriend pet a random cat through their window pane wasn't on his list of many things he had to do today. It was a deal they made to not talk or even come close to each other till they had not done their share of work, done with cleaning and shifting in at least one room but then this was also a once in a while opportunity to watch his boyfriend smile with cats like that.

Harry swiftly leaned against the door and watched Draco pet and play with the cat for the longest while to have this feeling surge through within to go to him and play, watch him closely but he was known to be no friend to cats. Cats simply tend not to like Harry and he was okay with it but right now watching Draco talk gibberish to the cat was perhaps one of the best things he had seen in a while. The way that his face lit up while playing with the cat, the way that his lips pouted, the way that he was running his hand smoothly over the cat's fur, the way that all his attention was so focused, the way that he made the cat seem much more friendlier, it made a warm feeling to gush through within Harry. It was there in that moment that he thought that maybe he could stand and watch Draco from the door forever, with his smile and his words, he could do it forever because this was a rare moment since Draco looked much more at peace that he had in a very long time and it made Harry happier than he could even comprehend.

He knew in that instant that no matter how their relationship started, whatever they have, it wasn't a temporary thing, not anymore because you don't dream of settling in with someone and having a cat together one day if you're not in it for the long run. Harry knew that whatever his heart felt for Draco was much more bigger, much more complex and much more tender than even he knew and he was okay with it because it was Draco Malfoy and of course they haven't had the best past, nor even the best relationship but if Harry had to fight flesh and bones for someone forever, it's gonna be Draco.

"You can join me, you know, instead of gawking and smiling at me from the door." Draco teased without looking up from the cat.

"No, you look pretty with the cat- oh- wait, i have an idea, stay there." And he quickly ran and grabbed his camera from one of those cardboard boxes and came back.

"Harry-"

"No, don't look up. Keep playing with the cat." And Draco did as he was told and Harry clicked that Polaroid.

"are you done, now?" Draco asked with a soft smile to mean he didn't say anything harshly and that he just wanted Harry to come and play with the cat as well.

"Not quite." But Harry went to him either way and this time the cat didn't run away, instead the cat liked Harry very much that they were afraid they'd never find the same kind of cat again who'd like Harry as much as Draco. So, they kept it, they kept the cat and they named her Allie.

But in all of that none of them realised that they had started a together forever without even knowing. The Polaroid on top of the stool besides the door said million more things than it intended on. It marked a together forever in that specific house, on that specific day, it made that house a home because even if it was only Draco in that picture, it was the love behind that Polaroid of Harry that made it their first picture together and frankly they didn't even know it. But suppose that's just some stories. And perhaps Allie was their fate. Perhaps she always had been.

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ChatGPT-Drarry oneshot

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter stood facing each other in the Great Hall, their wands drawn and ready for battle. They had been enemies for as long as they could remember, but now, in the midst of the final battle against Voldemort, they were forced to fight side by side.

"We need to work together, Potter," Draco snarled, his wand hand shaking slightly.

"Fine," Harry replied, his green eyes narrowing. "But don't think this means we're friends."

They fought their way through the castle, using every spell they knew to defeat the Death Eaters and protect their fellow students. As they battled, they gradually began to respect each other's skills and courage.

Eventually, they found themselves alone in a deserted corridor, their breath coming in short gasps. "You're not half bad, Potter," Draco said grudgingly.

"And you're not as much of a git as I thought, Malfoy," Harry replied, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Before either of them could say anything else, they were interrupted by a loud bang and the sound of someone running towards them. They turned to see Ron Weasley charging towards them, his wand held high.

"I've got them, Harry!" Ron shouted. "I've got the remaining Death Eaters!"

But as Ron approached, a jet of green light shot out of nowhere and hit him square in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Harry and Draco stared in shock as Ron lay on the floor, unconscious.

"No!" Harry yelled, rushing to his friend's side. He looked up at Draco, who was standing frozen in place, his face pale. "We need to get him to the hospital wing. Now."

Draco nodded, and together they lifted Ron and carried him to the hospital wing. As they walked, Harry felt a strange warmth in his chest, and he realized that, for the first time, he and Draco were on the same side.

After they had delivered Ron to the healers, Harry and Draco stood awkwardly in the corridor, unsure of what to say to each other. "Well," Draco said finally, "I suppose this is goodbye."

"Yeah," Harry replied, his heart heavy. "I suppose it is."

But before Draco could turn and walk away, Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug. "Take care of yourself, Malfoy," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

"You too, Potter," Draco replied, hugging him back.

They pulled away from each other, and Harry watched as Draco walked away, disappearing around the corner. He knew that they would never be friends, but in that moment, he realized that they had a grudging respect for each other that would never go away

***not gonna lie i could see this a start to a good drarry fic****

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