Drarry Oneshots

"Jealous, Malfoy?"

Tw: none!
Plots: Everyone has begun teasing Malfoy about liking Harry, due to him only bullying Ron and being jealous of his and Harry's friendship.
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Ron and Harry sit next to each other, stirring potions and trying to figure out what ingredients to add next. From across the room, Draco is glaring daggers at the Weasley.

"You need to relax," Pansy says next to him, stirring the cauldron slowly as she makes a potion.

"How can I? Look at stupid Weasley, he's stirring the wrong way!" Draco exclaims. His eyes remain on the two Gryffindors. He sees them smiling and joking around with each other and neither of them are paying any attention to the potion they're creating.

"Oh lighten up. You're just jealous Ron gets to work with Harry and you don't," she says matter of factly. Draco turns his glare to her, angry at how confident she is about that assumption.

"I am not jealous! Why would I want Potter as a partner? He's always making things explode or making the wrong potion," Draco says defensively while crossing his arms over his chest. Pansy chuckles and looks at Draco, still stirring.

"That's exactly why you want to be his partner. You want to teach him how to make potions and get closer with him. You act like I'm an idiot," Pansy shakes her head disapprovingly and focuses on the stirring again.

"Because you are one," Draco mutters.

"Hm?" She hums, daring him to repeat what he just said.

"Nothing!" He says quickly before slouching down and rubbing his face with his hands and letting out a long sigh.

"That's what I thought," she gives it a final twirl before she stops stirring. "We have one more ingredient to add," she says while looking over the instructions.

"I can't do this," Draco ignores what she said and pushes himself off the table. Pansy rolls her eyes and sighs, continuing to make the potion alone.

He walks over to Harry and Ron, a scowl on his face. The two Gryffindors laugh until they see Malfoy storming over. Both of their faces fall.

"What, Malfoy?" Harry asks coldly.

"Weasley, you git, you've been stirring to long and in the wrong direction!" Draco completely ignores Harry and starts hammering Ron.

The Weasley's face goes red and he looks down at the potion, watching it churn in all sorts of directions and bubble. Such a simple step could mess up the whole potion if done incorrectly.

"Did you just come here to lecture us, Malfoy?" Harry speaks up again, finally gaining Draco's attention. Harry notices the Slytherin's face softening as he makes eye contact with Harry.

"No, I came here to correct Weaselby before you two explode, again," Draco scowls at Ron.

"It's not going too- uh oh," the liquid starts bubbling more, popping and steaming.

"Ugh! Shove over," Draco nudges Ron out of the seat and starts stirring in the right direction. "It's probably too late to fix this mess," he stirs in the counter direction Ron was stirring in and the bubbles begin to calm down. He looks down at the table, noticing they actually have the correct ingredients. He sprinkles some in and continues stirring, as if he was restarting the potion.

"Does this look difficult to you?" He sneers at Ron, questioning his stupidity.

Ron blushes in embarrassment, turns away and crosses his arms over his chest like a child. He continues stirring for about a minute before stopping.