Harry Potter Oneshots uwu

<1>(Drarry) A Sweet Kiss

(Also, the plot line may be a bit off. I read the books four years ago, and my Aunt took them and still hasnt given them back)
(I'm pretty sure my Aunt used those books for fire fuel)
(Prisoner of Azkaban shit dont happen cause Sirius didn't deserve to be there in the first place so fuck you J.K. ROWLING)

Draco's P.O.V.

-The Train, on the way to Hogwarts. Third year.-

Draco sighed. It was the beginning of his third year, and let's just say, hormones were kind of hitting him early, being thirteen. Draco found himself in a predicament. Draco was in love with Harry. Fucking. Potter. Since the end of second year. Agh. The golden boy. The one who always manages to get into trouble, no matter what. The absolute idiot. But fucking adorable and caring. The Harry Potter, the one who always stood up for his friends. The one who was loyal as all hell and you couldn't help but stare. You couldn't help but respect. The Gryffindor always seemed to tug at his heart, making it throb and jittery.

Draco sighed at his lovestruck feelings, cursing the Gryffindor for being able to make him feel this way. Draco huffed one more, before Pansys voice penetrated his thoughts.

"Mind explaining what all the huffing is about?" Draco could practically hear the shit-eating smirk on Pansy's face. Pansy continued, her voice becoming somewhat annoying to the platinum blonde, "Thinking of someone~?"

Draco made a slight noise of surprise, alerting to the female sitting next to him that she had hit the target spot-on. Pansy's cat like grin spread, her short brown hair swaying slightly as the train moved.

Draco rolled his eyes, before they widened in surprise, as all of a sudden an oppressive feeling filled the express. What? Draco peeked out of the cavern, as he saw the familiar scar-faced brunette crumple to the ground, at the feet of a dementor.

"H-harry?" Draco stuttered out in a whisper, before he felt the hot breath lightly hitting the back of his neck, and he knew it was either Pansy, Crabbe, or Goyle.

Draco let out a laugh before he could hear the questioning sound from Pansy. It wasn't really a sentence, or a word for that matter, but he could piece enough together from the slight raise of voice that it was Pansy, who probably wondered why the hell Draco's voice sounded so desperate during that moment of speech. Draco turned to set his gaze on Pansy, hoping it would carry to her that she needed to be quiet until the platinum blonde could explain later. Draco watched as the brunette set her lips into a thin line, before giving a slight nod of agreement, the disapproval obvious on her features.

Crabbe and Goyle, however, were just as oblivious as always.

-Later, with Pansy and Draco, Great Hall-

Crabbe and Goyle were blubbering about between themselves, while Pansy looked at Draco expectantly, waiting for an explanation for the platinum blonde's behavior on the train. Draco sighed, looking at the female sitting next to him, aost in despair. Draco didn't really want to share his dirty little secret. Pansy sighed.

"Draco, if you don't explain what the hell was going on while we were on the train, I will look else where for an explanation, and I know sure as a fact you won't like it when I find out an explanation,"

Draco was in surprise at his own voice when it finally came out. It sounded so meek and fragile, "I think... I'm in love with Potter," Draco continued choking out the words, "As in, Harry Potter, the golden boy, the Gryffindor,"

Pansy let out a small chuckle, somewhat snorting. "You're just now realizing?" Pansy looked at Draco as if he was dumb before continuing, "Everyone knows that you two have a thing for each other,"

Draco felt the blood rush to his face. 'The two of us...?'

Pansy smirked, "Go on, confess to him... Don't you see the way he looks at you?"

Draco gave a small sound of agreement, a smile creeping its way onto his face from the giddiness that he felt.

-The next day, potions class-

Harry's P.O.V.

Oh shit. Draco Malfoy, the beautiful bastard had caught him staring like a lovestruck school girl. Harry internally face palmed at his own stupidity. Harry hadn't realized his feelings until the end of first year, and Harry felt so d u m b. How could he? Harry stole a quick glance at the platinum blonde to see him smirking at him, his beautiful pale face resting on a thin hand. Harry felt his ears redden, hoping no one would notice this exchange. Unfortunately, no such luck was granted to the messy-haired brunette. The studious blonde elbowed him, catching Harry's attention. Harry glanced over at Hermione, her face smirking at him. Harry's face contorted in surprise as the curly-haired blonde had such a cocky look on her face.

Harry heard Snapes voice declare the end of class, and he gathered up his things, trying desperately to get away from his curly-haired friend.

-Draco's P.O.V.-

I watched the troublemaking brunette basically run out of the class, but I quickly rushed out after him, grabbing Harry. Harry turned, his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden movement from my end of things. I pulled him into an empty classroom, giving him a sweet passionate kiss.

That's how our relationship started. With a sweet kiss.

-The End-