Drarry Oneshots

Poems

A quick thing about this one-shot: I changed it so the Yule Ball happens after the second task because it fit better. You'll understand once you read it :)

Draco's POV, Fourth Year
It started during the summer. Father told me what had happened to Harry at the Quidditch World Cup. A feeling of anxiety, almost panic, seized me when the words left his mouth. I'd excused myself as quickly as possible and went to my room. I held my head between my hands as I tried to steady my breathing. My brain went into overdrive as I tried to figure out why I was freaking out so much. Then the realization hit me like a tidal wave. I loved Harry Potter.

I always knew I was gay. Blaise had helped me figure that out when he came out to me. One day, I'd asked him if I could kiss him to test something, and then I knew I was wholly, utterly gay. But I'd never had a crush on anyone before. Now I knew I loved Harry Potter.

~~~

When school started, I couldn't seem to get him out of my mind. Then he was chosen for the Triwizard Tournament. I nearly panicked again. What would I do if he died? To handle my emotions, I began writing poems. One day, on a whim, I left one where I knew he would find it. On his desk in History of Magic. I watched his expression turn from confusion to happiness. I felt elated. He'd actually liked it. From that day onward, I began leaving him more poems.

Some were simple. Some were very complicated. It really depended on my mood.

I went up to the owlery and tied this one around Hedwig's leg. I knew she would bring it to him.

You have come to my life
And it changed with a blink of an eye
You have blown the roof
To let me see the blue sky.
I can praise you for a whole day
But my love for you so great
That I need many days to say.

I knew Harry must have been going insane. He was going to compete in a competition with a bunch of wizards older and more skilled than him. In addition to that, he didn't even know how he was entered into the competition in the first place. I hoped that my poems would be the eye of his storm. And part of me hoped he was gay, and that he liked me too.

~~~

All the students above third years were allowed to go to Hogsmeade before the first task. When I heard Granger tell Harry that they should go to Three Broomsticks, I grabbed Blaise and Pansy and nearly ran so I could beat Harry there. I asked Pansy to give Madam Rosmerta a paper to give to Harry once he ordered. I also asked her to tell Madam Rosmerta not to tell Harry who gave her the paper. This poem read:

When I say you're my life, I hope you know that it's true,
When I tell you you're my world, know that I only have eyes for you.
When the words cannot come because you take my breath away,
Know that I love you more than words could ever say.

I didn't linger in Three Broomsticks to see his reaction. I didn't want it to be too suspicious. But I hoped that poem would give him hope. I want him to know that someone has confidence that he will survive.

~~~

A few days later, after he passed the first task with flying colors, I left another poem. This time I dropped it next to his bag in the Great Hall, throwing an insult his way just to ward off any suspicion. He simply rolled his eyes at me, a smirk gracing his lips. This poem was sadder, I suppose. I watched as he picked up the piece of paper. He looked around to see if anybody saw, and then carefully put it in his bag.

To find a kiss of yours
what would I give
A kiss that strayed from your lips
dead to love

My lips taste
the dirt of shadows