Drarry Oneshots 2

i wish that i had jessie ('s girl)

Inspiration from, you guessed it, Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield

If you've never heard the song, it's a) linked above and b) basically about a guy that's jealous of his best friend Jessie because he wants his girlfriend.

But of course, because I'm eDgY and cOoL, I changed the plotline a bit

Ya know, to make it gay

And to make them idiots in love

And to skip some of the lyrics

As I do

Enjoy

(I swear I'm working on requested stories as well, they just take a bit more work and I like to write little inspired fics in the meantime so you guys aren't just waiting for two months)

Part One: Harry's POV

Jessie is a friend, yea, I know he's been a good friend of mine

He couldn't pinpoint exactly when it had happened, but him and Malfoy had become friends.

Not good enough friends to resort to calling each other by their first names, of course, but neither of them minded.

He supposed if he had to pick an exact point, it would be when Malfoy had approached him and Hermione and Ron and apologized for everything.

Or maybe it was when Harry had come downstairs from the Eighth Year dorms at three in the morning, nightmares becoming too much to sleep through, and just sat next to Malfoy in silent truce until the others woke up hours later.

Or maybe it was when Harry had woken up to Malfoy over him, waking him up and telling him he had been screaming in his sleep.

Or maybe it was when Harry had seen Malfoy curled up in a ball at the foot of his bed, a note dangling from his fingertips, wet tears staining the parchment, and Harry had quietly crawled out of his own bed and into Malfoy's, wrapping him in a silent hug.

Or maybe it was the first time Harry had sat down at the Slytherin table, telling Pansy to shut the fuck up and accept his forgiveness as she opened her mouth to apologize, and Malfoy had just stared at Harry in wonder.

Or maybe it was when Malfoy had rolled his eyes and handed Harry the last treacle tart with a slight smile.

Or maybe it was two seconds later when Harry had cut it in half and given half to Malfoy, unable to smile as a grin broke out on Malfoy's face.

Or maybe it was the third time Malfoy sat down at the Gryffindor table and had handed Neville a Remembrall, the newest kind that would give you hints as to what you had forgotten, with a muttered "For first year."

Either way, him and Malfoy were friends now.

Even if Harry hated him a little bit for dating Pansy Parkinson.

Part Two: Draco's POV

But lately something's changed that ain't hard to define, Jessie's got himself a girl and I wanna make her mine

Draco glared at the Gryffindor table, something he hadn't done in a while and felt a bit uncomfortable doing again. "They're doing it again."

"Doing what?" Pansy looked over at the Gryffindor table. "Oh."

Hermione was laughing and leaning against Potter, stealing his last fry. Potter was shouting something Draco couldn't hear over the talking in the Great Hall, and Hermione only laughed, popping the fry in her mouth.