drarry「oneshots」

cuddling in the cold

It's currently eighth year. Headmistress McGonagall decided that since most of the seventh years didn't get to have a real year at school that they should be allowed to come back if they want to.

Not many people came back. The only eighth years that actually came back were Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Draco, Neville, Luna and Cho, so McGonagall just gave them their own common room.

It's currently winter, which means it's fucking freezing. Harry and Draco both despise the cold.

So that's why the two decide that instead of hanging out with the other eighth years in their freezing cold common room with not warmth, they will go to one of the old un-used dorm rooms that has a warm fireplace.

Draco, however, thinks that he is the only one using this old dorm room to his advantage. Harry thinks the same.

So when Draco walks into the room to cuddle up next to the fire, he is shocked to see Harry sitting on one of the sofas on the other side of the room.

Draco just shrugs it off, he's too cold to care anyway, so he walks across the room and pushes a sofa up close to the fire and snuggles up in it, holding his hands up to the hot flames, his body shivering slightly.

"You really that cold?" A soft chuckle comes from the other side of the room. Draco snaps his head up to see Harry smiling over at him.

Draco scoots closer to the fire, "Not all of us can handle the insane climate, Potter. And yes, I'm fucking freezing," He sneers.

Harry pauses for a second but then holds his arms out in front of him, "You want me to warm you up, Malfoy?" He asks, his arms still held out in front of him.

Many thoughts go racing through the blondes head, and he is about to defend himself by saying that he would rather jump in the actual fire then cuddle with Harry Potter, but then another thought races through his head. I'll show this bloody asshole, let's see how he likes it.

So he stands up, walks across the room, and places himself next to Harry on the small sofa and snuggles into his chest.

He is only planning on doing it for a minute, just so he can annoy the smaller boy, make him uncomfortable and tease him endlessly about it afterwards, but holy mother of Merlin Harry is warm.

Harry sits there uncomfortably for a few minutes but relaxes when Draco wraps his freezing cold hands around his neck loosely. Harry instantly melts at the touch.

Just a few minutes later the smaller boy can hear soft snores coming from the blonde sleeping on his chest. He smiles.

For the next two weeks, the two meet in that same room each day and cuddle because Draco is freezing cold and Harry is just a walking furnace. Harry even starts finding himself playing with the blondes soft hair a lot of the time.

The two start to talk more. Instead of just cuddling, Draco will rant about how life was before the war and Harry will just nod and whisper comforting things, and then other times Harry will talk about his feelings with Draco and the blonde will wrap his arms around the brunette tighter and smile at him and say 'it's all going to be okay from now on'

Nobody knows about any of this.

About one week later, it starts to snow. So, Draco being Draco wakes up and throws on three layers of clothing and makes his way down to the common room wearing his pajamas, a hoodie overtop and then a dressing gown over top of that, along with some soft slippers on his feet.

His eyes scan the room briefly before they land on the small brunette that is sitting on the sofa, silently reading a book. His friends, Ron and Hermione, are sitting on the ground not far from him, holding hands and also reading.

Draco immediately runs over to Harry and places himself on his lap, quickly snuggling into his chest and closing his eyes peacefully.

Harry smiles at the beautiful boy laying on his stomach and leans back into a more comfortable position, carefully stroking the boy's hair like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Well, to them it is. Nobody else knows about them meeting up for cuddle sessions, but they have both grown to love the warm embrace they get from the other each day and it now feels completely normal to them.

The whole common room just stares at them for a minute, all probably thinking the same thing. What the bloody hell is going on?

Hermione is the first to speak, "Uh, are you two dating?" She asks as she untangles her fingers from Ron's and turns her body to face the couple that is drawing the attention of all the eighth years.

Draco looks up and meets eyes with Harry, "I don't know, are we?" He asks, smiling at Harry. The brunette leans down and pecks the boy softly on the lips.

"Only if you want to," He smiles.

Draco nuzzles his face into Harry's neck and places a couple kisses on his throat, "I would love to," He mumbles softly into Harry's warm skin.

I saw a headcanon on tumblr quite similar to this so I decided to re-write it into fanfiction form so credits to whoever they were for coming up with the idea 🥰