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„Draco! Darling! Get dressed!“ His mother shouted across the manor and to be honest it was quite a big manor so to be shouting across it, you needed a lot of vocal power. „We need to get a lot of things done today and I want to be home before dinner! So hurry up, will you?“ The young Malfoy moaned annoyed. He didn't want to go. At least not this way. Not in a way where „We“ meant „We“. They were going as a family. Mother-Father-Child-like. The Malfoys didn't often do that and normally he'd enjoy the time with both of parents just not today. Today he wanted to go alone, but when he told them he wanted to visit the Diagon Alley today his parents reacted unexpectedly and decided they wanted to join him. His father wanted to get rid of some very important non-existing stuff, before the ministry discovered it wasn't as non-existing as he claimed. His mother was happy to help him get new clothes since his trousers were „too small“ and his arms weren't fully covered by his shirt anymore. Ridiculous. It was his favorite shirt and it fits, well not perfectly and it may had one or two little holes in it but that didn't mean he had to get a new one. Anyway the reason he wanted to go alone was that a very trustworthy source had told him Potter also went to the Diagon Alley today. He finally had decided to do something about his minor crush on Potter and ask him on a date. At least that was the plan until his parents crucially crossed it.
„Draco! Come down already!“ Oh, his father this time. He really should hurry up. He would ask Potter out anyway. He would have told his parents anyway. Someday. Maybe. Under certain circumstances. „Draco!“ Both at the same time. He took his cape from it's holder and trampled down the stairs. His parents were completely dressed and ready to go. They didn't have to say anything for him to feel their disappointment about his late appearance. They were a perfect fit. „I'm sorry, I had to“ He started to improvise an excuse but his father interrupted him harshly. „It's not important what you have to do, we have to go now.“ Okay, great start to the day.
The Aristocrat had his blonde hair simply bound, while his wife had decided to go for an (for muggles as for witches and wizards) impossible braided hairstyle. Amazing. Draco with his everlasting will to survive decided not to mention they were just visiting the Diagon Alley to buy school supplies. „Well, could we go then?“ He asked in a slightly annoyed voice. His mother gave him a warning look but didn't say anything. They both didn't say anything along their trip. Alright. He could handle that. To underline that he just tried five times desperately to start a conversation.
When they arrived Draco started to become slightly nervous. What when he really met Potter like he planned to? And when he really asked him out? And what if Potter as it was the most likely would say no? Could he handle that? Why even try? Why not just bury himself in a pit of his misery and never come out again? What about his parents? But he was determined. He, Draco Malfoy only heir to a very old Family and second-best of his year would use all his bravery and ask out that weird potter guy with his adorable green eyes and afterwards he would need all his wit to answer all the questions his parents were going to ask. Dear Merlin, he was going to die today. What a pity.
He hadn't noticed they were walking to Gringotts until he walked into a pillar.
„Draco! What is it with you today?“ His mother wanted to know worryingly. He didn't answer but she didn't expect him to anyway. Lost in his mind again Draco didn't notice how his mother was turning to her husband. „I tell you, Dearest, somethings not right with him.“ „I know, I'm not blind either.“ He murmured back. „Maybe he is sick?“ She shook her head. „No, I do not think so.“ Narcissa smiled knowingly watching her son. „You mean...?“ He grinned, while his wife tried not to jump like a little girl. As a Malfoy you don't do that... in public. In general, grown up people who wish to be respected by society should not jump around like little girls... in public.
„Draco! We need to get you new clothes!“ His mother had a way of calling his name that would wake him out of a coma. Even out of his thoughts about Potter. Pansy was never able to do that. The only reason he'd wake out of a coma because of her voice was to throw himself out of the next window. She was not terrible, but she was a little clingy and doesn't really seem to get that he really wasn't interested. He tried to be subtle. He really did. He wouldn't want to hurt her. “I do not like you that way!” “Leave me alone!” “Damn it it you little misparented love-starved snake, Shut up and leave me the hell alone!” Subtle but it didn't seem to work.
As Draco sat with his mother at her favourite tailor, Lucius Malfoy had managed to talk himself out of it. He really needed to get rid of these things that didn't exist. Poor Draco. No matter how much he loved her, shopping clothes with Narcissa Malfoy was something he wouldn't wish upon his worst enemy... but on his son. Was he a bad father because of that? No, he shook his head, that was called parenting. There needed to be consequences for him after he needed to be called three times until he showed up. Anyway afterwards he would do something Draco wanted to do. Buying him a new book about potions or quidditch. Not even three hours later, the young Malfoy spawn and his mother left the tailor with all the clothes Narcissa firmly believed her son needed.
“Draco, didn't you want to get a haircut.” Lucius showed up again, looking quite pleased with himself. Pure horror went through the boy's veins. Oh no, after this nightmare, he won't go to a hairstylist with his father. Not in the next thousand years. “But you mentioned they were getting too long.” Draco shook his head as hard as possible. At which his definitely-not-too-long hair hit him in his own face. “Alright, if you think so.” “We need to get his school books, anyway, and his potion stuff. So hurry up everyone.”
Her voice was painted with a hint of optimism. There was a real possibility they'd make it home till dinner. She would never admit it to her husband but she had found joy in watching a muggle TV-show about home working. Tessa, one of the house elves, and she took inspiration from it and had started working on a little project. The only time it was possible was right after dinner. Lucius and Draco used the time for themselves and didn't seem to wonder what she did or where she went.
“Severus has gone crazy this year. Maybe we should look for illegal substances in his lab?” Lucius had taken the list himself and studied it. He murmured more to himself than to his wife. In the pharmacy they got everything, Severus thought they should have. He cursed his friend internally. Not because of the list but because shopping for these things without him was in fact more expensive. He could already see the potion master laughing about him. Mean people these gifted brewer. The books were most certainly bought faster if Draco hadn't stopped for every second book about potions. Maybe he shouldn't have chosen Severus to be the Godfather of the boy. Nearly the whole magic world would have crawled in the dirt before to be the godfather of Draco and who did he choose? The only one who didn't and who also didn't have red hair. In the end, it was completely the right decision.
Draco laid the book away he just picked up. The title said “Very enhanced potions for exceeding what is possible”. His mother just needed to glare at him, so he understood that book was not an option. He loosely wandered through the store, while his parents were paying, when his eyes finally found what he was looking for. There he was, leaving the bookstore. He hurried his parents up to pay as fast as possible and came out just to see the boy who lived turning around the next corner. Draco followed Harry, His parents followed Draco and Harry felt followed. When he finally got to him, he noticed a hindrance he hadn't thought about before. Ginny Weasley. He somehow had forgotten about her. She stood there and talked to Potter, the weasel and Hermione Granger.
“Whatever, next year's going to be the last one and I can't possibly worsen our relationship, can I?” The Slytherin thought with such bravery that everyone around would have agreed to send him to St. Mungos if he said out loud. Luckily, he didn't. Instead he took a step forward, focused the green eyes with his own just to look down on the ground again the next moment. “Malfoy?!” The weasel. Not important. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in again.
“Hey, Harry... Potter!”
He greeted his crush, who looked at him like he had gone crazy. He probably was. “
Hell-o Malfoy.”
Harry said the words very slowly and carefully.
“Wanna go on a date with me?” Draco blurted out. It is more one word than a sentence.
The weasel seemed to be mentally overwhelmed and his brain had stopped working. Ginny stared at him, shocked to the bones. Hermione giggled happily to herself. “Ehm...” was the highly intellectual answer Harry gave, which also was the starting point for Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.
“Draco! How could you?! NO! Really! I don't even know where to begin. Lucius! You'll talk to him, I can't bear to look at him right now.” Narcissa Malfoy was nearly crying.
“I am very disappointed in you, Draco. Look what you have done to your mother! You're a disgrace!” The voice of his father was cold as ice.
“What did we do wrong?” His mother cried. She turned to Harry. “Listen, We are of course incredibly sorry. He won't do it again. We will make sure of that.”
Sadly Potter was still bought in his shock and wasn't able to react to the theater around him. “We will not accept that. Do you understand, Draco?” The Head of the Malfoy-Family told his son in a serious tone. “Well, you'll have to.” He answered coldly. “No, we won't,” Narcissa cried again. “Where did we go so terribly wrong?” It was enough for Draco. “you are going to have to live with it!” He didn't shout. His upbringing was too good for that.
“No, Draco darling, that was unacceptable.” His mother tried for a steady voice. “That is no way to ask for a date!” “Eh... what?” Draco was not quite able to follow the conversation. Neither was anyone around him. “Son! You don't even have flowers! That is embarrassing to say the least!” After a short swish with the wand, Draco held a bunch of red roses in his hand. Nearly as red as his face. “I am going to show you and then you are going to try, yes?” Lucius turned to the poor boy-who-lived and looked him lovingly in the eyes. “Harry James Potter, It would fill me with the greatest of joy if you would give me the honor to take you out.” He was pushed aside by his wife. “You do not have to be so stilted up. Most of the time it is enough if you say something along the lines of: Harry, would you like to have a date with me? I know a nice coffee shop and I would like to spend some time with you.” Lucius nodded to his son to try it out himself.
After just 14 tries, the long-married couple seemed to be pleased, so everybody was excited to hear Harry's answer. “Of course I'd love to go on a date with you.” Was what Harry wanted to say. Unfortunately he actually said: “Ehm... you know... you look... I really... beautiful... like you... I mean yes-”
Ginny's Heart was broken. Ron wasn't under the living just yet. The Malfoys decided to use the childfree time for something private and Hermione... Well, she always knows best.