Drarry OneShots

Tiny Harry

Harry Potter was tiny, very tiny.

5'3" tiny.

He was smaller then most 4th years at Hogwarts.

He was in his Eighth Year.

Harry did get harassed and teased for his size but it didn't bother him much.

For one thing, his professional quidditch dreams were even easier to achieve, being small and lithe was perfect for playing seeker, especially at the caliber he was playing now.

Everyone thought Harry was adorable at his tiny size, which could be slightly annoying and made some of the girls talk down to him like a child.  But challenge Harry to an arm wrestle.

I dare you.

The last kid who did that, had to go to the hospital wing for bruise salve from Madam Pomfrey.  

Yeah, Harry slammed his arm down onto the table that hard.

But by far the best thing Harry had going with his size was his boyfriend.

Draco was 6'3" and built, he could easily break your neck if he wanted to.  Harry was a full foot shorter and didn't have a lot of visible muscle  (that didn't mean he couldn't break your neck if he wanted to).

Right now Harry was nestled against Draco's muscled chest, resting his ear over Draco's heart, listening to the quiet, melodic thrum of his heartbeat.

"Harry."

Harry just hummed in response, the comforting atmosphere around him making him drowsy.

"Don't fall asleep on me babe, we have to go back to our own dorms soon."  Draco says poking Harry in the side lightly, pulling a giggle from the smaller boy,

"Noooo!"  Harry whined, clinging tighter to Draco.  "Stay with me, its Friday, we don't have class, the Room can give us a bed."  He suggested.  Draco pretended to think about it, already knowing his answer, who was he to say no to spending the night with Harry?

"Fine." He mock sighed.  He focused on the appearance of the Room, asking for a large soft bed.  After a few moments, a king sized bed with lots of pillows with a fluffy dark green blanket that looked plush enough to swallow you whole. He heard Harry snickering beside him.

"Classic Slytherin, making the sheets green."

"Like you wouldn't make the sheets that horrific Gryffindor red."  Draco retorted.

"I have better taste than you think Malfoy."

"A bed is a bed Potter, I can think of many uses for the one we have right here, no matter the colour."  He whispered lowly, his voice getting slightly husky.  He picked Harry up and walked over to the bed, dropping Harry onto it and climbing on top of him.  He caged Harry in with his arms, and kissed him passionately.  The kiss quickly turned fast, and feral, Draco twined his fingers in Harry's hair pulling slightly.  Instead of the moan he expected, Harry drew away from him.

"Draco, not now, I don't know why, I love you, but not now."  He whispered nervously.

"Harry, that's perfectly fine, I love you too, and that means that I will always want everything between us consensual and enjoyable, for the both of us."  He pressed a light kiss to the top of Harry's nose, then dropped down on top of him, his whole body weight landing on top of Harry, knocking the air out of Harry's lungs.

"Dray, get off."  Harry demanded, voice straining.  Draco pouted, but rolled off Harry none the less.

"Whyyy?" Draco mock whined, "you lay on me all the time."  He pouted.

"Oh I don't know."  Harry said sarcastically, crawling on top of Draco to curl up on his chest, "Maybe it's because you're a foot taller and nearly one hundred pounds heavier."  Draco gasped, pressing a hand to his chest.

"Did you just call me fat Potter?"  He exclaimed, feigning offence.  

"Please, we both know that you're solid muscle."  Harry scoffed, "I wouldn't be surprised if your brain has all become muscle at this point."

"Your brain is a muscle dumbass."  Draco deadpanned, before busting into laughter, Harry following suit moments after.

That was how they spent the rest of their night, cuddled up together in a warm bed, laughing, joking, and being just plain old, unapologetically happy.