Drarry oneshots

A series of Drarry oneshots. Don't like, don't read.
Warning: there could be some minor (or not so minor) swearing and other such things. Also some AU. Um...I think that's it for the warning...


4. A kiss

There must have been hundreds of people battling, just a bunch of normal witches and wizards turned into soldiers for a battle. The final battle. 

Harry Potter was tired. He simply wanted to get this war over with. For the past year, Hermione, Ron and himself had been searching and destroying Horcruxes, waiting for the perfect moment to then destroy Voldemort. And now was the time.


Draco Malfoy was pleased to see that his side, the Light side, was doing particularly well. Draco had become a spy for the order in the beginning of seventh year, when he realized that Voldemort was a complete madman.

He looked around, searching for where he was sure the Savior and Voldemort were currently battling. His eyes focused on the pair dueling in the middle of the battle field. Harry and Voldemort were throwing spells at one another. The results of that battle determined the fate of the Wizarding World. 

The pair circled, throwing increasingly dangerous spells at each other. 

Voldemort threw and Avada Kedavra and Harry dodged it, letting the spell hit some other Death Eater in the back instead.

Draco looked up just as Voldemort threw a cutting hex while Harry threw his own Avada Kedavra. The cutting hex hit Harry in the stomach, just as Voldemort fell to the ground from the killing curse.

Draco panicked. No one else was looking, too busy fighting other Death Eaters to notice what had just happened. The blond secretly harbored feelings for the black haired green eyed Savior of the Wizarding World ever since they had become friends when it was revealed Draco was a spy and was worried when Harry did not get back up. Dodging different spells and hexes, Draco ran towards the fallen boy. 

When he reached Harry, he fell to his knees, checking frantically for a pulse, sighing in relief when he found one.

Draco slapped Harry's cheek, trying to get a reaction from the inert boy.

"Potter! Harry! Answer me damn it! Don't you dare die on me." he said, grabbing Harry and hoisting him up, carrying him bridal style.

"Draco?" Harry asked in a whisper, looking up into the face of his ex-nemesis.

"I just need to make a portkey, it will be fine." the blond said.

Harry sighed and grabbed Draco's wand hand. Harry struggled to sit up, but managed to drape and arm across Draco's shoulder so that he could sit up to his height. Then he did something that Draco never imagined he would do. Harry leaned up and captured Draco's lips with his own.

Draco kissed back immediately. He hoped that this wasn't just some dream of his, a wish that his mind had but all thought like that soon left his mind.

Harry broke away from the kiss and fell heavily to the ground. Draco gasped and quickly grabbed Harry's wrist, looking for a pulse. There wasn't one. Draco reached out and created a portkey out of the first thing that he could reach, a stray stick. The battle continued around him as they disappeared. He could only pray that Harry would be alright.


Draco paced the hall outside of St-Mungo's operation room. He was so worried that Harry wasn't going to make it and that he would never be able to tell that green eyed beauty that he loved him. 

Draco sighed and brought his fingers to his lips. Why had Harry kissed him? Did that mean that Harry had feelings for him too? He was so confused.

Just then, the doors to the operation room opened, and out came Healer Winters. 

"He is fine." she told Draco. "He will be in a healing coma for a few days thought. You can see him."

Draco thanked the woman and entered the room.


Harry groaned quietly as his eyes fluttered open. The room was pitch black. He could hear soft breathing from his left and wondered who it could be.

Harry could not stop thinking about the way he had kissed Draco. He couldn't believe how stupid he'd been. He'd only wanted to steal one kiss from the man he loved before he departed this world. But now he was alive in said world and he had ruined the fragile friendship that had built up between him and the gorgeous blond. 

The room started appearing into view as Harry's eyes got used to the light, or lack of light. He saw that the figure beside him was Draco. He'd fallen asleep as he was visiting. Harry threw back the covers and grabbed his wand, careful not to make to much noise. He tapped his hospital robes, transfiguring them into jeans and a black v-neck shirt.

Harry hopped out of bed and into his pair of sneakers. HE placed a not on his pillow and turned away from the bed, leaving the room.

"Goodbye." he muttered before apparating away, leaving his old life behind to start a new one.


When Harry Potter left the Wizarding World, so did his name. Harry Potter was no longer Harry Potter, but Evan Jameson.

Evan Jameson had been working as a waiter in the most popular Italian restaurant in central London for three months when on of the chefs called in sick. So Evan, being the only one of the waiters that could cook, came in to work and took over the kitchen.

Despite being told what to do, the other chefs noticed that he was, in fact, a natural in the kitchen, even at the young age of eighteen.

Three months after, Evan was a confident man if the kitchen. It was on December fifteenth that Evan's past came to bit him in the butt. It was a normal day at work. Evan was in the kitchen, working over the hot stove. The weeks leading up to Christmas were always the most hectic.

Evan was adding salt to his dish when he heard a crash from behind him. He turned around to see a whole pile of plates crash to the ground. He leaned back to avoid the ricocheting pieces but lost his balance and tripped. His hand went to grab onto the handle of his sauce pan. The next moment he knew a whole saucepan of boiling water was splashing over his body. He cried out in pain.

Michael, one of the waiters, entered the kitchen to find utter chaos. People were running around everywhere. He saw Evan on the ground and helped him stand up.

"Come on Evan, we need to get you to a hospital."

Before they knew it, they were at the hospital and Michael was helping Evan out of the car and into the emergency room. Michael sat him down and went to tell the nurse what happened.


Evan moaned as he tried to sit up from the hospital be he was in. He heard footsteps rush over, then a voice.

"Har-um, Evan. Are you alright?" At those words, Evan froze. He knew that voice.

Evan opened his eyes slowly, but shut them again once his eyes met Hermione's.

"Hello Harry." Hermione said. "I understand that you are in alot of pain so I'm going to heal you magically, ok?

Evan shook his head.

"No. No magic. I've had enough of it. I'll just suffer, thank you very much." Evan said, his voice breaking occasionally from the pain of his burns.


"It's Evan. Harry Potter does not exist. He died the night of that battle. I don't want anything to do with the Wizarding World. I don't want anything to do with magic. I don't want anything to do with you"

Evan winced inwardly at that last sentence, but he didn't show it.

"Harry. Alright, Evan. I know that you've been through alot. And I'm not asking you t come back because of the Wizarding World. Harry, we miss you all so much. The Weasleys are walking around like zombies, mourning you because they thing you died. I only came to work here because I hoped that maybe something happened and you were stuck in a muggle hospital."

Evan sighed and looked at Hermione's wand that lay across her lap.

"Hermione. Could you heal me please?"

Hermione smiled and performed the spell. Evan sighed again and sat up. He walked towards the door, but stopped when Hermione cast a locking charm on it.

"Hermione, why are you being so difficult?"

Hermione stood up and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly and crying into his chest.

Evan blinked at her crying girl in his arms.

"Hermione, I con't come back. I can't. Don't you realize that? I can't face them again. What am I supposed to tell them?"

"How about the truth. Tell them that you couldn't face the consequences of your kiss with Draco."

Evan looked up at her wide-eyed. Then he buried his face in his hands.

"Come to the Weasley Christmas dinner, on Christmas eve around five. Draco will be there. Please consider it." Hermione pleaded.



Hermione sat on the couch in the living room of the Weasleys. She was chewing her lower lip and wringing her hands together.

She looked up as Ron entered the room and took a seat beside her.

"You all right Hermione? You seem slightly on edge."

"I'm fine Ron. Just a little tired."

Just then, someone knocked on the door. Hermione froze solid, her heart beating in her chest. Ron answered it.

A blond haired man walked in. Draco Malfoy. He was now friends with the Weasleys and was here almost all the time.

He noticed her and walked over.

"You seem nervous. Are you waiting on anyone? A boyfriend perhaps, Miss Granger?" he asked her.

Hermione shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. Draco looked shocked and took a step forwards.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." he said and pulled her into a hug.

''It's all right. Don't worry." Hermione reassured him. "Lets go eat."


The kitchen was already full of laughter as Mrs Weasley started to cut the turkey. Hermione sat next to Draco and smiled even thought she was upset over Harry.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Hermione said. 

She got up from her seat and walked over to the door, heart beating wildly. She swallowed as she swung the door open.

Hermione burst into tears when she saw Harry. She threw herself at him and hugged him tightly.

"Oh Merlin, I didn't think you would come."

"I'm sorry I'm late." he said, an apologetic look on his face.

Hermione smiled and pulled him inside. She saw his bags and ran out to get them, making sure he stayed in the house. She grinned at Harry.

"I'm nervous." he whispered to her. "What if they don't want me anymore?"

"They'll always want you. They love you."

Just as Hermione said that sentence, Molly walked into the living room.

She saw Harry and immediately drew him into a hug. She was crying.

"You had me so worried sweetie." Molly sobbed.

"I'm so sorry Mrs Weasley. I'm so so sorry." Harry said to her.

The door to the kitchens opened, revealing Ron and...Draco.

Harry hugged Ron briefly before turning to Draco. He could not believe how the blond looked. His eyes were dull and sad and he looked unhealthy and depressed. Hermione led the two Weasleys out of the room, giving the two some privacy.

Harry took a step towards Draco but stopped once Draco shook his head.

"Don't." Draco whispered.

"Draco-" Harry began.

"Where have you been?" Draco asked him, anger in his eyes. Harry took a step backwards, tears in his eyes. Draco was mad at him. And he knew he deserved it.

"I ran away." 

"Why?" Draco whispered, his own eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Because I couldn't stand to face you. With what happened on the battle field. I just couldn't face you. You would never feel the same. I love you Draco. And I didn't want you to be disgusted with me, so I left so that I didn't have to see your reaction." Harry said, closing his eyes.

Harry heard footsteps come near him, and could fell Draco in front of him. He didn't dare open his eyes, so that he didn't' have to see the disgust on the beautiful blond's face. Imagine his surprise when he felt soft lips upon his own.

His eyes flew open in shock. Then he realized that the man he loved was kissing him. Harry put his arms around Draco's neck, pulling the blond closer, causing the kiss to become deeper.

They finally broke apart and Harry smiled shyly at Draco. Draco grinned back.

They both had what they wanted.


A/N: I'm quite proud of this fic. Please comment!

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