•Drarry One-Shots•

Obliviate

Most ideas are born in the shower, like this one.

POV: Harry's, but it ain't first person because I don't like first person that much.

Year: Frankly, I could've picked any year, but this is gonna be fifth year because I can't pick third since they were too young.

WARNING: no no words (aka swear words) :0

Word count: 5000 :)))

IMPORTANT: There's French stuff in this (you'll understand once you read it) so I am not translating all that dialogue to French, and even if I did, you all would have to open Google translate for every paragraph, so italic speech is French, keep that in mind :)

Also, sorry for not updating much, I abandoned a one-shot I was writing and school's been pretty wack lately :/ Also I haven't been having that much motivation

Now that I have informed you about the basics, let's get on with the show ✨

Harry checked his watch. One AM. Of course he had to be literally starving NOW. It was cold out for Merlin's sake, he just wanted food. Wrapping his invisibility cloak tighter around himself, Harry shivered as he continued to walk down the Hogwarts halls. His destination was the kitchens, since he unfortunately ran out of backup snacks. At one AM. His stomach was growling in the dorm, and he was pretty sure that Ron might've woken up because of it. So, Harry Potter, the brave, fearless hero, had to sneak down the hall to get himself a midnight snack.

I swear, if anybody is walking down here at one in the morning, I'm gonna- Harry began to think to himself, but stopped abruptly when he heard light, graceful footsteps making the slightest creaking noise in the floorboards. Harry's breath hitched, but he stood completely still, waiting for whatever that was to GO THE FUCK AWAY. But of course, it started getting nearer, and nearer. It was pitch black in the castle, since it was night time, so he couldn't see where it was, what it was, or how big it was because it could literally be anything. Always expect the unexpected in the wizarding world. Before the thing could get any nearer, a voice murmered a soft, "lumos."

Harry blinked, the gentle glow of a wand slowly illuminating the space around them. The first thing that Harry noticed was his face. Eyebrows knitted in thought, and silver eyes squinting in the light just like Harry's were. The way that his wand brightened up his features, making his eyes sparkle and hair glow, resembling something from a fairytale. His hair was already perfect enough, whiteblond and forming slight curls at the ends. The unmistakable description and appearance of Draco Malfoy.

As Draco moved forward, his eyes kept getting narrower and narrower, slowly approaching the other boy. Harry felt stunned, stupefied, confunded, you name any word that says "what the fuck" and that's how he feels. What does he do? If he runs, the floor will creak and give him away, but if he stays, Draco might discover that he's there! What would he do if Malfoy found out? What would he say? "Oh I was just out for a stroll at ONE IN THE FUCKING MORNING and was gonna go get a bloody SNACK, how about you, entitled prefect?" He was getting closer now, about an arm's length away.

I... I think he knows I'm here, Harry thought. How? He wasn't breathing audibly, and he was invisible underneath the cloak. Malfoy looked him up and down, and halted his gaze directly in line with Harry's eyes. He held his gaze for a few seconds, and before Harry had anytime to react, yanked the cloak off with one hand and covered Harry's mouth with the other, muffling his shout of surprise in one swift motion. Draco shushed him, and pulled his hand away.

"Potter? What the hell are you doing here, it's midnight!" Draco hissed at him, making Harry feel like a five-year-old getting scolded by his parents.