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Drarry oneshot!

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~WAR HERO~

Draco stood tall as he walked through the semi crowded halls of Hogwarts. Some students pointed and whispered to their friends while others went out of their way to walk into him, most he managed to gracefully avoid but not all. "I can't believe they let a Death Eater back in the school."

Draco's form slouched slightly.

"Apparently he's on constant watch, one bad move and he'll get thrown into Azkaban with his waste of space father."

His shoulders began to hunch in on themselves without his permission.

“Really? I heard he had to buy his way back in."

His ears perked up at this.

“Yeah! I heard that the Malfoy's are paying McGonagall off to give him free passes."

“What? I didn't think the headmistress would stoop that low, fraternising with Malfoy scum."

“Didn't you see that hat she was wearing? Brand new."

“Oh, and those robes - they looked expensive."

“The old hag sold us out! We get stuck with a murderer while she gets stacks. I said didn't I? Should have put someone else in charge. She's old anyway, she'll probably die soon-"

Draco pushed the boy against the stone wall, hard.

“What the hell did you just say?!" He seethed.

“How bloody dare you talk about a war hero like that! Without her your sorry ass would be dead and buried in an unmarked grave."

The Hufflepuff stared up at him in shock, which quickly turned to anger.

“The hell did you just say to me?" "What? Are you deaf as well as dumb?"

The two of them were slowly gaining a crowd, but Draco couldn't find it in himself to care. The Hufflepuff boy shoved Draco away from him.

“So what? You're defending people now? Trying to get into everyone's good books? Well guess what you pride-less snake, no ones falling for it! We all know the only reason you're here is because you're bribing McGonagall-"

Draco interrupted him with a humourless laugh. "I don't know what makes you so stupid, but it really works. Do you honestly think McGonagall of all people could be bribed? That aside, do you really think you can say all that stuff about her and get away with it?"

The Hufflepuff huffed. "Stop with the preaching, it doesn't suit you. You and that crone-"

“I'd really like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass," Draco crossed his arms and tried to look bored instead of furious. "The only thing McGonagall is doing is running this school. She's not 'taking bribes' or 'selling you out,' she's doing everything to the best of her ability and your pig headedness is just hindering."

The Hufflepuff opened his mouh to reply but was stopped by one Harry Potter emerging from the crowd of spectators.

Potter gave the boy a pointed look. "Please shut your mouth when you talk to people, it makes the world such a better place," he addressed the Hufflepuff. The boy opened and closed his mouth a few more times before rolling his eyes.

“You can't seriously be defending this piece of shit Death Eater?"

Potter glanced at Draco who was stuck frozen staring at him, surprised at his participation.

“And you can't seriously be trying to convince everyone that McGonagall can be bought," Potter retorted.

The Hufflepuff rolled his eyes again. Draco glared at him. "Keep rolling your eyes, perhaps you'll find a brain back there," he commented.

The Hufflepuff looked from Draco to Potter a few times before glaring at the two and turning away to push through the hoards of students, all intent on jostling him and calling him out.

Slowly the crowd began to disperse when they soon realised that there wasn't going to be anymore action, until it only left Draco and Potter alone in the hallway.

Draco kept his eyes on his hands, both of which he was unconsciously wringing. Potter stepped towards him.

"Why..." he trailed off. Draco looked up at him, not meeting his eyes.

"Why what?" He asked.

“Why did you defend McGonagall?"

"... would you have preferred I didn't say anything or...?"

Potter shook his head quickly and took another small step towards Draco. "No, no, no! Don't get me wrong, it was great! You're pretty sharp tongued, and quick! I just don't understand why you would have..."

Draco sighed and finally met Potters deep green eyes. "I... well... she just doesn't deserve that, you know? She's a hero! I thought you good guys celebrated and respected heroes, not insult and slander their names while putting them in the same box as criminals."

Draco rubbed the back of his neck and began pacing. "I just can't get why someone would do that! How can they say something so horribly untrue about someone just to get at someone else-" His pacing was stopped by Potter's hand on his shoulder. Draco stared at him. Potter smiled slightly.

“I completely agree, but trust me, if McGonagall ever got wind of what that git was saying about her she wouldn't let it pass."

Draco already knew this of course, McGonagall didn't need anyone defending her, she could do that well enough on her own. But Draco felt a kind of obligation to her - without her input, he would have never been allowed back at Hogwarts and would most probably still be on house arrest in the manor.

Potter dropped his hand and coughed awkwardly. "So, uh, we'd better be getting to class. See you later, Draco." And with that Potter left down the deserted hallway.

Draco stayed in his spot. Had Potter just... called him by his first name? He wondered if that was a mistake or if he'd have to start calling Potter by his first name...

Another Minizerk!

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~GOODNIGHT~

Simon stumbled and tripped over his feet landing on the wet pavement. Vik, Harry, JJ, Tobi, Ethan and Josh laughed slightly. Simon frowned at them.

"Hey! 'S'not funny! I could 'ave ser... Sersly... I could o' sersly injur'd m's'lf," he slurred with a pout.

The boys laughed again at their very drunk friend and continued walking. Simon glared at their backs.

“Hey! You! Come back and 'elp me up!" He shouted at them. Ethan stopped and walked back to him still laughing. He crouched down to grab under his arms when Simon pushed him away.

“No! I don't want you t'elp me! You're mean! I want Josh," he demanded. Ethan sighed and stood up.

“Oi! Josh, he wants you," he called. Josh spun around, a look of confusion plastered on his face. "Me? Why?" He asked. Ethan shrugged and rushed to rejoin the group.

Josh walked back to Simon and crouched in front of him. Simon gave him a dopey smile.

“Hello daddy!" He greeted. Josh froze but recovered quickly. "Hello Simon," he greeted back and pulled his friend to his feet. Simon started to sway so Josh put his hands on his shoulders to steady him.

“You alright?" Josh asked him. Simon faked a wince. "No, I hurt m' foot on the way down, you're gonna have to support me," he informed him gravely. Josh sighed and put Simons arm over his shoulder while he held onto his waist. "Stable?" He asked. Simon nodded happily and shimmied closer to Josh.

They began walking but whenever they were about to catch up with the group Simon would cry out and insist that they stop to give him a rest. Josh didn't believe a word of it. Simon was fine, he was just acting like this to get attention.

After the fifth time of this happening Josh closed his eyes and breathed out irritably.

“For fucks sake Simon," he sighed and suddenly lifted the drunk man up bridle style and continued walking down the dark road. Simon let out a small squeak and wrapped his arms around his neck and clung on for dear life.

Simon giggled. "You're like a prince!" "What does that make you?"

“I'm obviously the most beautiful princess in all the land!"

“Obviously."

By now Josh had lost sight of the rest of the boys who had turned a corner a minute or so ago. He huffed and readjusted Simon in his arms, and powered on.

Simon suddenly began running his fingers through Josh's hair while humming quietly to himself.

"Joooosh?"

“Yeah?" Simon placed his hand on Josh's chest and looked up into his eyes. "When we get home can you tuck me in?"

Josh laughed. "Do you want me to read you a bedtime story as well?" He joked, but Simon's eyes lit up as he nodded vigorously.

Josh sighed. "I'll think about it." The rest of the walk home was fairly uneventful and Josh managed to get Simon through the front door and upstairs into his bedroom. He carefully placed Simon down on his bed and turned to leave the room, but was stopped by a hand pulling on his wrist.

“Where're you going?" Simon whined. "You said you were gonna tell me a bedtime story!"

Josh snorted. "Really? Don't you think you're a bit too old for bedtime stories?" Simon stayed quiet for a couple of moments. "Ok. Then... can I have something else?"

Josh tilted his head slightly. "And what would that be?"

“A goodnight kiss!" Josh stared at him in shock. He wanted a what? Simon wanted him, Josh, to kiss him goodnight?

“What?" Simon pulled on Josh's wrist. "A kiss! Please, daddy?"

“Stop calling me that."

“Only if I get a kiss. Then I'll think about it."

Josh sighed and leaned down over Simon, stopping just short of the boys brightly grinning face. He apparently hesitated for too long because suddenly Simon surged up and connected their lips for a moment before falling back down onto his bed.

“There! That wasn't so hard was it?" Josh's lips tingled and he straightened himself back up. "Hm. I'm- uh... going to go-"

“No! Can you sleep here? Please? What if I get sick in the middle of the night and there's no one around to help?"

Simon tugged on Josh's wrist again. They locked eyes, the challenge in Simon's shook Josh's resolve.

“Fine. Move over." Simon eagerly made room for Josh on the bed, Josh laid down, they faced each other. Simon grabbed Josh's arm and spun to face in the opposite direction, causing Josh to spoon him - which was probably his aim all along to be honest.

*Just wanted to share the Minizerk oneshot I wrote in about half an hour :) This has also been posted to my Ao3 account (BorderJ95)~

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~KISS CAM~

Josh had been scrolling through his phone when he heard the roar of applause and chants of, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" He briefly glanced up at the overly large screen and saw his own face staring back.

His eyes widened and looked to his left, the chair beside him was empty. Tobi, who had dragged him to this damned baseball game, had gone off to buy a hotdog some time ago.

He glanced to the right and saw a boy who looked to be around his age with blond hair grinning at him. Josh looked back at the screen and shook his head violently.

“I don't know him!" He tried to be heard over the noise of the stadium. The people just cheered louder, the chanting increased. Josh looked back over at the boy, he had now fully turned towards him and leaned into his personal space.

“Better give the people what they want," the boy said and Josh had barely had enough time to note just how brilliantly blue the others eyes were before the boy pulled Josh in by the back of the neck and connected their lips.

The cries of approval from the crowd increased in intensity as the two boys kissed. Josh was frozen in shock, a complete stranger was kissing him, an attractive stranger for sure, but a stranger all the same.

He didn't know what to do, does he kiss back? What does he do with his hands? He also found himself thinking about the boy himself. The one sided kiss wasn't very intrusive, the hands on the back of his neck weren't forceful and Josh could feel the others smile.

Before Josh could even properly consider kissing back, the boy pulled away. He flashed him a bright smile and glanced at the screen. Josh followed his gaze and saw his own shocked expression. The picture then switched to a new couple who instantly began making out.

Josh looked back at the boy and noticed he was now watching him, he had also moved one of his arms to be resting around Josh's shoulders. "I think an introduction is in order," the boy started. "Hi, I'm Simon."

Josh hesitantly smiled in response. "My names Josh." Simons smile grew.

“Well, Josh, would you like to go out for coffee some time? Or maybe tea? Or whatever you'd like to drink?"

Josh's smile grew more genuine, he let out a small laugh. "Sure, that sounds great."

Later, when Tobi returned he gave Josh a confused look, motioning to the arm around his shoulders. Josh shrugged and Simon grinned at him before introducing himself and filling Tobi in.

Tobi just shook his head and took a large bite out of his hotdog. He scowled. “What?" Josh asked him.

I wrote another one shot - this time Destiel. Please Enjoy!

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*PROBABLY NOT COFFEE*

Castiel sighed and slumped his shoulders dejectedly. He looked down at his watch and shut his eyes in contemplation.

“Yeah, alright. Ok, I'll go... yes... what? No!... I don't care Charlie, I-"

He suddenly found himself covered in lukewarm coffee. His phone fell from his hand onto the floor as he froze in shock.

Castiel could hear Charlie's muffled and unintelligible voice from the speaker but his attention was diverted to the person in front of him apologising profusely.

“I'm so sorry, man! I wasn't looking where I was going and there's somewhere I need to be-"

“It's alright," Castiel cut him off as he stared down at his now ruined shirt. There is no way that's going to come out, he's probably going to have to buy a new shirt-

"No it's not, let me pay to get it dry cleaned," the man insisted. Castiel shook his head and finally looked up at the man. His breath caught in his throat as their eyes met. The man was... and Castiel hated using this word to describe males, but... beautiful.

His face was covered in a subtle sprinkling of freckles, he had short cropped dark blonde hair and his eyes - his eyes! - were strikingly green and incredibly expressive. And he was tall, taller than Castiel himself who was around 6ft, and quite muscular.

Castiel shook himself out of his stupor. "No, no, its fine. This won't wash out anyway. What was that, espresso? Did you know that likely due to its higher amount of suspended solids than typical coffee which is absent of essential nutrients, espresso has significant contents of the dietary mineral magnesium, the B vitamins niacin and riboflavin, and-"

The man interrupted him with a laugh that he attempted to stifle. Castiel promptly shut his mouth in embarrassment. "Sorry, I ramble when I get nervous." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

The man grinned at him. "Nah, its cool, man. Ramble all you like. But seriously, can I like, buy you a new shirt?"

Castiel was suddenly once again aware of his shirt that was currently sticking to his skin uncomfortably. "No, you don't have to."

“There's gotta be something I can do?"

“You could take me out for a drink?"

Castiel blinked. What. Did he just... did Castiel Novak just... Where the hell did that bout of bravery come from?

The mans grinned brightened considerably. "I'd love to - though, probably not coffee."

Castiel let out a laugh. "No, probably not coffee."

The man held out his hand. "The names Dean, Dean Winchester."

Castiel took his hand and shook it. "Castiel Novak."

There was suddenly shouting coming from below them. They both glanced down and remembered Castiel's phone.

As he bent down to pick it up, Charlie continued to yell indiscernible things. Castiel smiled apologetically at Dean.

“Sorry, I was talking to my friend when we bumped into each other."

“It's alright. Hey, look. I gotta get going but can I give you my number? We can arrange that drink."

Castiel nodded. Dean searched his pockets until he came upon a pen and a scrap piece of paper on which he wrote his number. He handed it to Castiel with a wink.

“See you around, Cas." And he was gone. Castiel stared after him but was brought back to his senses by Charlie's continuous yelling. He brought the phone back up to his ear.

“Hey, I'm back. Sorry," he apologised.