Drarry One-Shots

Snake in the Lions Den

Ron's POV

     "Er, Ron? You might want to come look at this."

     I frowned, yawning as I stepped around to meet Seamus on the other side of Harry's bed, cursing as I crammed my foot into the corner of the four-poster bed, scowling to myself. "What is it?"

     Seamus wrinkled his nose, picking up something between two fingers as if it were toxic and holding it up. I quickly realized why when a Slytherin vest was held in front of me. I gaped, my jaw dropping. "Where did it come from?"

     Seamus shrugged but bent over, kicking out a pair of black shoes from under the bed, followed by a slytherin tie that was tucked inside the vest. "Maybe someone transfigured Harry's stuff to be Slytherin?" I offered tentatively, frowning.

     "No- they're the wrong size. No one in Gryffindor is this thin, and these shoes are much too small. I think he had a Slytherin girl over last night for some..." he cleared his throat, making an obscene hand gesture. "Action."

     I grimaced. "A Slytherin? And Harry doesn't do quick shags- he'd have to be dating them for months and really care about them to sleep with them. The other clothes aren't there- maybe they're just cuddling or something?"

     "Well." Seamus straightened, a purely malicious grin spreading across his face. "Only one way to find out."

     I wanted to defend Harry's privacy, but c'mon, a Slytherin? I had to know what was going on. Seamus grabbed the curtains, casting them aside. Our jaws dropped.

     Because typically, you don't see your presumed straight best friend cuddled up with a male- especially when that male tried to kill them and all of his friends on several occasions. But there they were- Malfoys head buried in Harry's side, Harry's arm tucked under Malfoys head and both of them draped across each other. They were both missing shirts, but pants were there at least- even if the trousers were bunched up at the bottom of the bed.

     Malfoy let out a small kitten sneeze in his sleep, snuggling up to Harry, who inhaled sharply and hummed, adjusting his position slightly before quickly going still again.

     Seamus was about to close the curtains when a loud, ear-peircing shout of "RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY" burst through the room.

     Malfoy immediately started awake, sitting bolt upright, his head flailing around until his eyes locked onto mine and widened drastically. Now I had a ¾ naked Malfoy staring at me in shock, a furious Hermione storming towards me, and Seamus, who looked like he was about to pass out.

     "Did you even TRY on your potions essay!? This is a project, not some meager- Oh!"

     Her hands flew to her mouth once she saw Malfoy, who was still frozen while Harry slept on obliviously, her eyes widening drastically. "Malfoy!?"

     "Er... Good morning..?" He tried weakly, clearing his throat, bringing the covers up to conceal his chest and simultaneously smacking Harry in the face, who grunted.

     "Draco go the fuck back to sleep."

     "Err, Harry-"

     "I don't care, it's too early," he groused, covering his face with a pillow.

     "Harry please-"

     Upon the desperate tone in his voice, Harry sighed and removed the pillow- and shrieked immediately, sitting bolt upright. "Shit shit shit shit shit- Uh, hi, Ron?" He laughed nervously, carding his fingers through his hair while Malfoy rolled his eyes.

     "I told you," he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout.

     "Draco, shush, let me think-"

     "Oh boy. Let me guess, you're going to galavant yourself off the roof in some heroic sacrifice to make them forget they saw their arch nemesis in their best friends bed?"

     I opened my mouth to tell him to not talk to Harry that way, but Harry laughed. "If only that worked in every situation."

     "Only you," Malfoy sighed, shaking his head.

     "Wait, so, is there some sort of potion or curse or-"

     "Ron, there's nothing vile here, my God. Just because Dra-Mm-Malfoy is involved doesn't mean it's bad."

     "Yeah but you hate each other and-"

     "Hate, hated..." Harry waved his hand dismissively. "Potato potahto."

     Hermione blinked at Malfoy, who was still hiding behind the blankets, looking embarrassed out of his mind. "You know what- No. I'm going back to bed. Harry, you deal with this."

     With a sharp turn and sudden movement, Malfoys back was facing his, laying down and pulling the blankets up to his shoulders.

     "Erm... Well, Draco and I are... Dating..."

     Dead silence. There was some movement under the covers that I couldn't come up with a story for, and I pondered that for a while before Hermione spoke. "Well, if you don't want to be late for breakfast, you should get up now. It's nearly seven-thirty, and if you're late for class Snape is going to murder all of us. And Ron, that potions essay-"

     Just like that, the awkward situation was dissolved. Hermione and I argued about my essay, Seamus was talking to Dean in their own bunk, and Harry was talking quietly to Malfoy while everyone else gawked for a bit before being glared at by Hermione and I to move on. I guess of all the things that we could have stumbled across, Malfoy in Harry's bed wasn't the worst. It took a while, but everyone eventually warmed up to him. He wasn't a sarcastic arsehole like the previous years.

     He stuttered when talking, gnawed his bottom lip nervously and spoke in such a soft voice it was hard to hear him at times, always speaking timidly and not taking initiative in conversation unless it was with Harry. Occasionally, when there was a loud noise or a lot of people, Malfoy would start stuttering awful until it took him up to thirty seconds to say a single word. At that point, Harry always takes him to the side, and when they come back Malfoy is back again. No one brings it up, everyone's happy- it's a concerning cycle, but it's better than prying and getting bad results from the suddenly fragile Malfoy.

     The night after we found them, Harry had called the attention of all the boys in Gryffindor to make sure that the Slytherin wasn't harrassed. He explained vaguely about what Malfoy was like now and how he had saved Harry's life on several occasions, so other than a few occasional glares, Malfoy faced no trouble hanging around Harry.

     Malfoy wasn't a bad kid, and we all grew fond- protective, even, of the small boy. If anyone gave him a hard time, if Harry wasn't there, anyone in Harry's circle of friends was quick to reduce the abuser into a gushing mess, apologizing and often running away crying. None of us brought it up when they came down with hickies either, or when a soft moan would break through the silencing charms they put up every night.

     All in all, we all had a successful last year, and I'm glad that Malfoy joined our little clique- and as much as I hate to admit it, he's a good kid.