Drarry Oneshots 2

maybe

Happy pride month!!

Based off of something I saw on Tumblr. (Depicted above)

maybe we are...
maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people
maybe we're not meant to be
maybe we are satellites
maybe we are the lucky ones
maybe we're friends maybe we're more
maybe we are all cabinets of wonders
maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people
maybe we're each other's soulmates

Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people.

Harry studied his boyfriend. Theo's smile was bright, brown eyes focused on Harry.

He was happy.

Harry wasn't.

He had never felt as though Theo was the one for him.

But Theo was so good to him, so sweet and amazing and happy all the time.

Harry didn't deserve Theo.

But he had him, and he was going to stay with him, because Theo was happy.

Maybe one day, Harry would be happy too.

Harry allowed his eyes to flick past Theo for a brief second.

Draco was sitting at the Ravenclaw table with Terry Boot, head resting on one hand. As Harry caught him staring. grey eyes quickly darted away, returning to his own boyfriend.

Harry didn't dare allow the thought to enter his head, that maybe Draco had been staring at him. He had probably been zoning out.

Draco had a boyfriend.

So did Harry.

Maybe they were supposed to meet the wrong people, because maybe him and Draco were once meant to be, but fate had twisted and not allowed for them to ever become close enough to become lovers.

That was how the world worked.

Harry would have to find a way to deal with it.

Maybe we're not meant to be.

Draco watched Harry and Theo from his own spot at the Ravenclaw table.

Green eyes suddenly flashed toward him, and Draco quickly glanced away.

"Draco, you alright?" Terry asked quietly.

"Not really," he murmured. He had promised himself to always be honest with his boyfriend. "I don't really wanna talk about it."

"I'm here for you," Terry replied softly, but returned to his food. He knew when to give Draco space, and Draco appreciated it.

He really didn't deserve his boyfriend.

But his own eyes went back to rest on Harry, his smile, his green eyes, his black hair, and Draco sighed softly.

He was in love with Harry Potter.

But they were not meant to be. Harry was with Theo. Draco was with Terry.

He wished that they had talked after the war. Perhaps they would have become close, friends, maybe even more so, but fate had cursed them.

Maybe they weren't meant to be, but Draco was in love with Harry James Potter.

Maybe we are satellites.

Harry was noticing a pattern over the weeks.

Everywhere he turned, he and Draco seemed to run into each other. It was almost as if the castle was trying to force them to be near each other.