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...


13. Where Ginny finally finds someone to moon over that is not Harry

We danced, our feet moving together perfectly. I smiled at him, taking in the sight he made, his dark dress robes contrasting with his platinum blond hair, eyes the color of mercury. I pecked his lips, ignoring the people around us as they whispered, gasped, even glared. They thought it was disgusting, for ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy to be with their Savior, their Golden Boy, they hated that there was an us. But did we care? No. 

It had been hard, at first. Most of my friends had been convinced that I was under a spell, some sort of Imperius curse, or even a love potion. The Weasleys, all but Fred and George who didn't mind the fact that I was gay since so was Lee, their best friend, had acted extremely homophobic towards me. Even Hermione, who was always talking about acceptance and such things, had been angry with me! And then there had been the Ginny episode, when the enraged red-headed woman had burst into Grimmauld Place through the floo, screaming that we were together and that I had no right to break up with her. 

Of course, the Weasleys (well, not Ginny, but that's beside the point) had gotten over the fact that I was gay pretty quickly. Really, they were mostly upset that I was dating a Malfoy. Hermione had talked to them thought, and they rapidly got over that too, deciding that I was more important to them that a petty family feud.

Then, we'd told the entire Wizarding World, the new sparking controversy among the population.

And now here we were, dancing at the Yule Ball without a care in the world.

I looked around the room. It was truly well decorated, charmed ice statues decorating the sides of the Hall. If you looked closely enough, you could see fairies, dancing, singing, on the statues. The dance floor looked like a pool of molten silver, shimmering, glittering, in the blue-white lights.

I still remembered our first dance together.


"Dance with me, Potter."

I spun around, looking behind me to see who had asked me that. I was in a muggle gay club, who would be here that knew me?

To say I was surprised when I saw who had asked, or more like ordered, that I dance with him. Malfoy. Draco Bloody Malfoy. What was he doing here, in a muggle establishment none the less?

''Dance with me.''

Had I heard right? Had Draco Malfoy, Ice Prince of Slytherin, actually just asked (or commanded, your choice) me to dance with him? I had to be dreaming. After all, it wasn't like Malfoy would actually ask me to dance in real life.

"Alright." I agreed. 

What harm could it do? I dream couldn't kill me.

He grabbed me by the hand, leading me to the dance floor. I followed obediently, not saying a word.

He dragged me to the middle of the dance floor. A song went on. A slow song. I panicked, stiffening in his arms.

''You can come closer you know.'' he said, a slight smirk gracing his lips. ''I won't bite.''


Of course, the dance hadn't been a dream, it had actually happened. After that, every muggle club I went to, Draco would be there. After a certain amount of time, we'd settled into a routine. I would get to the club first, always, and Draco would appear about twenty minutes later, asking for a dance. I would accept, and when that song was over, he'd disappear and it would all start over again.

Me and the Weasleys had argued for a long time about me and Draco, both sides trying to convince the other that they were wrong.


''Why are you with him? We all know he's evil! He's a Death Eater!" Ron shouted, his wand pointed at Draco's face.

The blond Slytherin stayed calm, not raising his own weapon, his arms still by his side. To anyone watching, we seemed indifferent, but I knew better. I saw the tense set of his shoulders, the way his hands curled up into fist at his sides, as if stopping them from grabbing his wand on instinct.

"He was a spy for the Order all along, Ron." I said, forcing myself to understand what he was thinking, putting myself in the red-heads shoes. I wouldn't have taken it well either, I needed to be patient. I'd had time to wrap my head around the fact that I was in love with Draco Malfoy of all people, and they'd only just heard. "He isn't evil. I know it. And I'm with him cause I love him, isn't that enough for you? There are very little people that will love me for me, and not for my fame, and I'm lucky to have him. Don't you trust me?"

"He will be your worst mistake!" shouted Mrs Weasley at him.

"He'll be my favorite one." I replied, reaching over to grab Draco's hand. 

I guided him to the floo, grabbing a pinch of floo powder, and clearly stating our destination, the place we both lived now, ever since the goblins had told us about it's existence.

"Potter Manor!"

And in a burst of green flames, we were gone.


The song ended. Smiling, Draco told me he was going to get us some drinks. I nodded my head, grinned, and then let him go, my eyes following his through the crowd.

"Harry!" a delighted voice called out.

I turned around and cringed. Ginny. Despite me telling her thousands of times that I was going to stay with Draco, that we weren't going to break up, she still thought that me and her were meant to be. As if.

"It's been so long Harry!" Ginny said, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. Honestly, it just looked like she had something in her eye.

"Ginny." I answered awkwardly. "So...are you dating someone? Dean perhaps? I've heard from Ron that he is madly in love with you."

"Of course not! Silly you, why would I date anyone? I promised to wait for you didn't I?" she said, smiling at me. "I'll be right there when you dump Malfoy, or he dumps you."

I resisted the urge to whack her over the head with something hard. And heavy. Maybe the golden chandelier on that table over there...

"For the last time Ginny, me and Draco are not breaking up anytime soon. Go live your life Ginny, and try chasing after someone who will actually love you." I told her, exasperated. Really, as much as I loved Ginny as a sister, that girl was annoying sometimes.

"Whatever you say Harry!" she said cheerfully in a sing-song voice.

I rolled my eyes, looking around to see when Draco was coming back to save me from the crazy re-headed woman. Finally I spotted him, standing by the snack table, a glass of wine in each hand, talking to Pansy Parkinson. I smiled sympathetically at him when he turned to look at me, his eyes pleading with me to save him.

Pansy had pretty much the same attitude towards Draco as Ginny to me. She was utterly besotted with him (couldn't blame her really, he was quite a sight) and didn't understand that we were together.

"I have to go find Draco." I told Ginny, cutting off her rambling about waiting of me, yada yada.

Stalking towards Draco, I noticed that Pansy was glaring at him. Uh-oh, what had he done now?

As I got nearer, I heard what they were talking about.

"I could set you guys up with Harry's help." Draco suggested.

"Shut up!'' Pansy hissed, her eyes sweeping around the room to make sure no one was listening. "Just scream it out for the world to hear that I like a Weasley, won't you?"

"Which Weasley?" I asked before I could stop myself.

Pansy turned to look at me, a horrified expression on her face.


I laughed, walking over to Draco and pecking him on the cheek.

"Surely it can't be that bad? After all, look at me and Draco. If a Potter and a Malfoy can get along that well, then you should be fine."

"It's not that Harry." Draco said exasperated. "She isn't sure about this Weasley's sexual orientation, therefor it would be impossible for her to go after said Weasley."

"Oh. You like Charlie? Well, yes, he's dated many guys, but last month he took a pretty witch to the Burrow. Apparently it was his new girlfriend. I'm sure he's nor completely gay, just bisexual." I told her reassuringly. 

"Potter..." Pansy started. "How do I put this in a way that won't be embarrassing? I don't like men."

I stared at her, uncomprehending.

"Oh for Merlin's sake Harry, she like one Ginevra Molly Weasley!" Draco told me, cuffing me over the head.

"But..but...what about all the flirting with Draco? Sending him love letters?" I asked, confused.

"Cover up. The flirting was all fake, and the letter were schemes disguised as love letters so that if ever you or someone else intercepted the mail, my secret would be safe." Pansy told me.

"Oh. Oh."

"Harry, tell Pansy that she had a chance with the She-Weasel." Draco told me, nudging me in the sides with his elbow. "I'm tired of her mooning over Ronald's dear sister."

"Pansy, you have a chance with the She-Weasel. Draco's tired of you mooning over Ronald's dear sister." I said.

Draco hit my shoulder, pouting. 


"You never told me what part of your little speech to tell her!"


I groaned slightly when I heard the voice. What was Ginny doing here again? 

"Yes." I answered, schooling my features into a polite smile, hiding my annoyance.

Draco immediately cut in, talking before Ginny even had the chance to open her mouth.

"Ginny dearest, could you and Pansy come with me for a moment? I need to talk to you."

Wondering what he wanted with the two girls, I watched as they all left in direction of the door to the nearest hallway. Intrigued, I followed.

"Ginny, go in that cupboard for a moment will you?" Draco's voice said. "Pansy, you too. I have a present for the two of you, but it might take a little moment to get ready. Just stay in there and close the door."

I heard the shuffling of feet, and then a door closed. Draco muttered a few spells and gasps of anger could be heard.

I stepped into the corridor, wondering what happened. What I saw was a very smug Draco waving his wand at the closed door of a broom cupboard.

"What did you do?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, you know, just a locking spell that will only open if they kiss or I say the counter-charm." he responded, smirking widely.

I shook my head.

"Come on, lets go back to the dance." I told him, taking his hand in mine. "We'll come check on them in a few hours."


A/N: Damn, that turned out much worst then I hoped. Oh well, I guess I need to write Drarry more often. I'm losing my touch.

I really had no idea what title I should put for this chapter, so please forgive me the long, basically-a-summary-for-this-fic title.

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