Blank Space Drarry!AU?
Not sure if this is what you wanted as I’m not well-versed (verse, get it?) in song fics so I’ve just used the title and various lines for inspiration as I saw fit. Hope it pleases you :)
Harry stared down at the blank space on the charmed parchment. Everybody had been given one. They were expected to write their first preference for an eighth year roommate. The only problem was that Harry had no idea whose name to write. He wasn’t allowed to room with someone from his own house so Ron was out. And who else did he want to be stuck with for a full year? Ernie Macmillan? Justin Finch-Fletchley? Not particularly.
At that moment, the door of the compartment Harry was sharing with Ron and Hermione started to slide open, and Harry gladly looked up, thankful for the distraction. Draco Malfoy’s head appeared, his eyes darting around rapidly until they landed on Harry.
Ron stood up. He hadn’t quite forgiven Malfoy for the past seven years. “What do you want, ferret?”
Malfoy’s eyes fluttered, his face dropping into something vulnerable for a moment. But the moment passed quickly. He pulled himself to full height and slammed the door wide open. “Not that it’s any of your business, Weasel, but I need to speak with Potter, alone.”
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise, but he found himself jumping to his feet immediately, ready to follow Malfoy. Hermione’s voice stopped him.
“I don’t think it’s wise to speak alone with him, Harry.”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he just wanted to curse you, or break your nose again.”
Malfoy laughed humorlessly and turned his gaze on Harry. “Potter’s left his fair share of nasty scars on me as well.”
Harry’s eyes travelled to Malfoy’s concealed torso and a vivid image of bright red slashes of dripping blood played in his mind. He looked back up to Malfoy’s narrowed eyes – he was still waiting for an answer.
Harry nodded to Malfoy, ignoring the advice from his friends, and followed him out into the corridor, making sure to close the door tightly behind him. He was curious to hear what Malfoy might want to speak privately about.
Malfoy kept walking further down the corridor and turned into an alcove between two baggage racks. Harry followed, but instantly regretted it. The alcove was rather small and Malfoy had a couple of inches on him, so he found himself staring directly at cherry-red lips. It was all too intimate and Harry didn’t like how hard it was to resist leaning up and planting a kiss on his ex-arch-enemy, Draco Malfoy. What kind of thought was that, anyway?
Harry quickly averted his eyes and looked up to meet Malfoy’s staring down at him curiously. He mustn’t have looked away quick enough. A blush crept over his face as he waited for Malfoy to speak.
“I must thank you, Potter,” Malfoy began, in the curt formal matter he had addressed Harry in all throughout his trial. “If you hadn’t spoken for me, I wouldn’t be here now. I am in your debt. Name your price.”
“My-my price?” Harry questioned.
“I wish to repay you for your help. I’m aware you already have some gold, but I can assure you with my family incarcerated, I’ve recently come into some new money and– “
“I don’t want gold,” Harry interrupted. He already had more than he’d ever need. His tastes weren’t quite as lavish as Malfoy’s.
Malfoy’s eyebrows puckered inwards, some of his formality dropped. “Then what do you want? Name it, and it’s yours.”
Harry shrugged. “There’s nothing I want. Let’s just be friends, okay?”
Malfoy’s eyebrows shot upwards. “You’d like me to repay the debt with friendship?”
‘No, what I mean is: friends help friends without expecting anything in return. If we’re friends, that means there’s no debt.”
“Friends.” Malfoy repeated the word in obvious distaste.
“Only if you want to be of course. I’m not going to force – “ Harry stopped short, his eyes dropping down to Malfoy’s tongue which had darted out to lick his lips. He let out a shuddering breath. The proximity to Malfoy was affecting him poorly.
When he looked back up, he could tell his own actions had not gone unnoticed. Malfoy was looking down at him with intensity, in a way that made Harry think perhaps Malfoy didn’t have a problem with the words friends at all. In fact, perhaps he was very interested in becoming friendly with Harry Potter.
And if Harry was still in doubt, it was erased seconds later when Malfoy tilted his head down and closed the miniscule distance between them, bringing their lips together. At first Malfoy pulled in fast and Harry half expected (and definitely would have welcomed) a frenzied, passionate snog, but as soon as their lips met, everything slowed. The kiss was soft and gentle, brief but lingering. It was magic, madness, heaven and sin all at once, and it left Harry breathless.
When their lips parted, everything sped up again. Malfoy pulled back as if he’d been stung, his face flitting through a thousand different expressions as if trying to work out how he should be reacting. He settled on a sneer. Although familiar, Harry found it didn’t suit him at all.
He pushed past Harry and strode off down the corridor without another word, an obvious pink flush on the back of his usually pale neck. Harry watched him go, a giddy smile playing on his lips.
Harry composed himself before returning to his compartment brushing off Ron and Hermione’s concerns. He had something else on his mind. Something reckless. It might be a terrible mistake but he couldn’t help but make it. Harry Potter had a blank space and now he knew exactly whose name to write.