Drarry Oneshots

30| Star-Crossed

I sit in the library, at a table in the farthest corner. In my little corner it's nice and quiet. Or it would have been, if not for my heavy sighs that come with the hardships of doing school work. I've been at it for hours but hardly a thing makes much sense.

The library is about to close— they announced it over the loudspeakers a minute before.

Someone comes over and taps me on the back.

"Yes, yes, I know the library's closing—," I stop when I see who it is.

Draco.

"You've been here for so long," he smiles and tugs once at a loose strand of my hair.

This is so wrong.

My face heats up. "You were watching?"

His smile pulls wider at his face as he nods.
"I just couldn't wait for our little rendezvous,"

My heart begins to melt with every pound it creates. I try to ignore it, push thoughts from my mind.

He's danger.

Nothing but.

I'm danger to him as well and we should both know better.

If we're caught by either of our parents, it will be our heads on the line.

Still, I'm more than willing to let him collect my books and carry them out of the library for me. All the while talking animatedly about how he reorganized his room in a way he really likes and how he wishes I could see it. I think of telling him that he could just take a picture and send it to me but I get it.

It wouldn't be the same.

Draco moves on to telling me of a new art technique that he picked up from a YouTube video that was suggested for him. I don't quite understand what he's saying partially because it's artist mumbo jumbo and partially because the thought of his long fingers wrapped around s sketch pencil does certain things to me.

Turns out, I find myself constantly ridding many a thought from my head.

The parking lot is so empty that Draco's excited voice bounces infectiously around and comes back to my ears more powerful than before. We get to his car and he tosses my things into the backseat.

"Hey," I say half-heartedly. "That's my stuff,"

"School stuff," he wrinkles his nose. "You deserve a break,"

And with that, he reaches over the center console and takes my face in his hands. Our lips meet at once. At first, our rhythm is slow. Wistful, even. But then one of our hands slip to other places and the entire narrative shifts before us.

I can't remember who starts it first because his hair dances against my cheek and his breath warms my body each time he exhales, sending me to places elsewhere.

His hands delve to places more ambitious, now. Despite myself, I lean into it.

An unconscious sigh escapes me and I'm almost to my breaking point when he removes his hand a moment. It's only when my elbow bumps against the cool, frosted window that I realize what the hell we're doing.

I grab the wrist attached to his delving hand and squeeze to get Draco's attention.

He glances up at me and his lips part from their spot on my shoulder. He's going to leave s mark. Regardless of the pout on his face, I have to stop this before it can get started.

"We shouldn't," I whisper in explanation. I feel like if I speak much louder, my words will echo just as Draco's had done earlier.

"There's no one here," he points out.

"I know, but..."

We both know what will happen if we're seen.

The two sons from the Potter and Malfoy family?

Hell will be paid dearly for us.

Part of me knows deep down that one way or another we will ruin each other. I don't communicate these thoughts because what's the point?

I can't stop.

He can't stop.

Draco nods eventually and puts his keys into the ignition and steers the car out of its space and drives up the road. The traffic light overhead flickers yellow and then a blazing red.

I find myself in s trance, staring into the bloody eyes of it.

Draco's hand moves again, this time with caution, over the console. He stretched his palm out timidly—a proposal of sorts.

I place mind over his without thought and his fingers weave through mine, locking us into place.

It is then that I know the only way we would ever stop is when one of us dies.

A/N) Hey everyone! It's been a while since I've last posted, I hope everyone's doing good.

This chapter is basically me trying to write tension, so it really didn't have much plot or whatever so I'm sorry if this isn't your cup of tea ☕️ :/

Also—what if I were to write this idea out into a full fledged story?? Is that something anyone would be interested in?

Alright bye :))