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...


14. F*ck them

  Harry looked over to Draco. They had been dating for half a year now, ever since the beginning of sixth year, but neither of them had really said anything about feelings. Sometimes, the dark haired boy wondered if Draco even liked him. Harry knew he was in love with the Slytherin, but did said boy feel the same? 

  "Draco, am I good looking?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual.

  "No." he replied.

  Harry flinched, but Draco didn't seem to notice, still reading the book he had taken from the library.

  "Would you cry if we broke up?"

  "No. What is your point?"

  "Do you even like me?"

  Draco still didn't look up, focusing on his book.


  Harry felt tears well up in his eyes. Standing up suddenly, he started walking towards the exit of the library, willing the moisture in his eyes away. He hoped that Draco would stop him, say anything, but he didn't.

  Harry stormed away. Alone in their little alcove of the library, Draco whispered what he had wanted to say, but had been to scared to.

  "You're not good looking Harry, you're beautiful. If you left me I wouldn't cry, I would die. And of course I don't like you. I love you. But this is for the best Harry. I am doing this to protect you. Voldemort will never lay hands on you as long as I live."


  The next few were hell for both of them. Harry avoided Draco like the plague, even going as far as to change classes from Arithmacy, which Draco and Hermione had convinced him to go to, to Ancient Runes.

  Draco hadn't been doing that well either. His friends Pansy and Blaise practically had to drag him out of bed each morning and threaten him with curses so that he would eat. And even then, he rarely had more than a bite worth of breakfast, lunch or dinner.

  Everyone in the school had noticed that the Gryffindor/Slytherin power couple had been miserable and barely looked at each other, let alone talked, but all of them decided it wiser not to say a word. Hell, even the teachers had seen that something was amiss.

  Finally came the day, three weeks after the events of the break-up, that Hermione decided to confront Draco. The two of them had become rather good friends during the time that Harry and Draco had been in a relationship, and she wanted to know what had gone wrong.

  "Draco?" she asked cautiously.

  She'd followed him when he had left the Great Hall after dinner. It turned out that he was headed to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

  His head swiveled around to see who had called his name. When he saw Hermione standing there with her arms crossed, he stiffened, on of his hands inching slowly towards his wand. Despite the glare he sent her way, Hermione could tell that he was thoroughly depressed, that one emotion being the only one shining in his eyes.

  "I'm not going to hurt you." she stated calmly, giving his wand a pointed look. Mumbling something unintelligible, Draco put his wand back in his pocket. "I just wanted to see if you're alright. You haven't been eating, I noticed, and you look like you haven't slept in weeks. You lost weight too, or at least that's what Pansy told me."

  For a moment, the Slytherin did nothing. And then he turned away from her, leaning against the sink, looking at the mirror.

  "Do you know what I did Hermione?" he asked her.

  She remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

  "I broke his heart. Harry was so kind to me. He was patient and didn't give up, no matter how many times I told him I didn't want him. I love him, you know. But the Dark Lord has never tolerated people leaving his side for loved ones. Before the school year started, he told me something. I was to be the one that brought Harry to him. That was my role. Lure Harry into a trap and then deliver him to his death. He was bound to find out and then he would have used me as a bait to get Harry. I didn't want that to happen. I didn't want to be the reason that Harry got killed."

  Hermione cautiously walked closer, resting a hand on his shoulder in support.

  "And...I was scared. I didn't want him to break my heart. I knew he was going to leave me someday and find someone better. Someone that the press wouldn't hate, someone that would have the approval of the Weasleys. So I broke up with him, for his own protection, but also for mine."

  A gasp was heard from the entrance to the bathroom. Hermione and Draco both turned to see who was there. They came face to face with Romilda Vane.

  A panicked expression came over Draco's face, but before either him or Hermione could react, the girl was already off.

  "Fuck." Draco swore. He closed his eyes tiredly. "It's probably going to be all over the school by tomorrow." The blond buried his head in his hands, slumping down on the ground.

  Not knowing what to say, Hermione simply sat down beside him and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. The two stayed like that in silence for the rest of the evening, the occasional sob or soft word filling the air.


  The next day, Draco didn't get out of bed. It was Saturday, so he didn't have any classes. He sat at his desk, looking out of the window into the murky depths of the Great Lake. He didn't budge when Blaise and Theo pleaded he go to the Great Hall and eat something, or when Pansy nearly broke down in tears when she saw his state, hair uncombed, dark bags under his eyes.

  A loud shout was heard from the Slytherin Common room.

  "What do you mean I can't go in!"

  Draco started. Was that... There was no denying it. That was Harry's voice. The Slytherin boy whipped out his wand, casting all the locking spells he could on the door. 

  "You can't just waltz in here and expect us to let you in! He hasn't moved an inch since this morning! NOT. A. SINGLE. INCH. He's been staring out the window this entire time! What have you done to him? I promised, when you started dating, that if you hurt him, I would kill you. You said you would never do such a thing. WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT PROMISE? WHAT HAPPENED TO 'I love him, even thought he might not feel as strongly towards me. I would never, ever, think of harming him.'? APPARENTLY, IT WENT TO HELL! HE'S BEEN STARVING HIMSELF FOR WEEKS, NOT EATING UNLESS I FORCED IT DOWN HIS THROAT! DID YOU KNOW THAT? DID YOU KNOW THAT HE CRIES HIMSELF TO SLEEP EVERY SINGLE NIGHT? DID YOU?" This time it was Pansy that had spoken. 

  "What?" Harry's voice was quiet, but somehow, Draco still heard them. "He's been...starving himself. But...he's the one who broke up with me. Why would he do that?"

  "You really have no idea, do you?" Pansy snapped. "Only thinking about yourself. Well then, fine. Go talk to him, but if he decides to kill you, I won't interfere."

  Draco panicked now. No. Harry couldn't come in. Then he relaxed. There were locking spells on the door, some of them invented by Severus. Harry wouldn't know how to disactivate them all.


  Said boy kept quiet, barely daring to breath.

  "Draco? Open the door, or I'm breaking it down."

  Still no response.

  "Fine. Have it your way."

  There was a rush of magic. Draco felt Harry's magic push against his own, trying destroy all the barriers. Draco was weak, not having eaten properly since the incident in the library, and he felt his magic give away slowly. Suddenly, there was a crack, and the door was flung open by a rather angry Harry Potter.

  "You owe me an explanation." 

  Draco sighed. He did. Opening his mouth, he began his story.

  "Last summer, my father got me marked by Voldemort. That's why I never wore short sleeves and never let you touch my left forearm. I was given two missions. One, kill Dumbledore. Two...bring you to him." Draco ignored Harry's gasp, continuing his tale without interruption. "When you approached me at first and asked me out, I was tempted to say yes. You see, I'd liked you for quite a while but never said anything. But the fear that Voldemort would take advantage you our relationship kept me away. But you pleaded, so I finally gave in."

  Harry was at loss for words. Draco was marked? He was a Death Eater?

  "I broke up with you for two reasons. The first was, I didn't want you to hurt me. I knew you would find someone else that actually deserved you and leave me, and I wanted to have some dignity left. The second, I was scared. Voldemort doesn't take lightly to traitors, and he would want to use me as a bait to get you into a trap. And you would have fallen into said trap because of your stupid hero complex."

  Draco looked down at his feet. The secret was out now.

  "Draco..." Harry muttered, taking a step closer and cupping the blond's cheek. "I don't care. You didn't want to be a Death eater, or kill Dumbledore, or get me to Voldemort. And I wouldn't leave you. I've been in love with you since the end of third year. As for your last reason...fuck it. If Voldemort has you, you bet I'm going to come and get you out of his clutches!"

  Draco glanced up at Harry through his lashes. Then he let out a muffled sob and hugged Harry, burying his face in Harry's thick dark hair.

  "But what about everyone hating on you for dating me?" Draco asked shyly.

  "Fuck them."


A/N: I kinda like this one... Kinda. Does anyone even read these one-shots anymore? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! 

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