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As Draco was on his way out after a very long day of work one afternoon, the skies opened up and it started to pour.
“Just wonderful,” he grumbled as he reached for his wand and cast a hasty umbrella charm to protect himself from getting wet. He heard the sounds of people all around him doing the same but when he looked up he saw someone doing something quite different.
Potter was just standing there letting the rain soak through his hair and through his clothes, water rolling down his nose and his chin as he stood there with his head bowed.
He wondered if Potter had forgotten his wand or forgotten the charm, perhaps, but as he watched Potter took his glass off, looked up to the sky and just stood there, letting the rain run down his face.
Draco was entranced.
But it wasn’t adorable, he told himself firmly. Potter’s face opened up into a smile and there was something inside of Draco that unclenched at how free and young Potter looked standing there in the rain.
After another heartbeat watching him, he shook his head and started off, leaving Potter standing in the rain.
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They were on a mission the second time he and Potter got caught in the rain.
It had been looking gloomy the entire afternoon that they’d spent on a stake out in a muggle community and he’d been hoping the rain would hold off because he didn’t have any choice but to get wet.
Draco hadn’t ever been especially lucky and this afternoon was no exception. A little while after they’d finished their lunch it started to pour. He grumbled and tried to edge closer to the building, seeking what little shelter there was under the eave.
Potter on the other hand, grinned like a loon and stepped out a touch further, holding his hands out and watching the rain drops falling on his palms; little puddles gathering.
“What is it with you and the rain?”
Potter shrugged, “Dunno,” he replied, glancing over at Draco, “it just makes me happy.”
And Draco might find it a bit charming, the childlike innocence that peaked out every so often and caught him off guard.
Fortunately, he was saved from having to respond when the man they’d been watching for appeared a few booths down at the market. Potter spotted him first and was up in a flash, chasing after him and leaving Draco to follow along in his wake and try not to miss the sweet, wistful expression that had been on the other man’s face.
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The third time that he witnessed Harry getting caught in the rain, they were playing a friendly game of quidditch. And the rain came on so hard and so suddenly that everyone gave up and landed their brooms.
Thunder rumbled overhead and lightning struck, the oppressive heat they’d bee experiencing for days broke as the rain washed over them. Everyone made for the house, dashing up the drive to the cozy cottage that Ginny and Luna had made their home.
Everyone except Harry who tipped his head back and started laughing, arms extending as he spun in circles.
“What are you doing?” Draco shouted.
“Doesn’t it feel amazing?” Harry called back, not ceasing his spinning.
Draco shook his head but couldn’t keep the smile from his face, “You’re barmy.”
Harry looked over at him, smiling back, “Yes, well you’re the one out here keeping my company so what does that make you?”
“Also completely batty,” he replied without missing a beat.
“Come on,” Harry said, holding out a hand for Draco to take and wiggling his fingers.
Draco reached over and took it, his fingers sliding wetly through Harry’s, and Harry pulled him in and started to dance with him. It was unlike any dance Draco had ever done before; sloppy and uncoordinated, there was no music apart from Harry’s appalling humming which hardly constituted as music at all, and there was no discernible pattern to the way Potter was moving their bodies together.
Yet somehow it was the best thing Draco had ever done.
Harry tried to spin him but the ground was turning to mud beneath their feet and both of them just ended up slipping and falling.
Draco landed mostly on Harry, wincing and beginning an apology before Harry burst out laughing once more. The sound was free and unfettered, and Draco felt certain that his heart had gone flying away with it.
“You’re ridiculous,” Draco informed him as he started making his way to his feet again before reaching out to drag Harry to his feet as well.
“Would you go on a date with me?” Harry asked, voice warm and loose.
He smiled, “Seriously?”
The other man nodded, pushing his wet curls back off his face.
“Yes, alright.”
“Alright,” Harry repeated with a smile before he pulled him back in and started dancing with him again.
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Work had gotten busy and their official date had been bumped back a few weeks but by the time they finally got to go, most of their nerves had worked themselves out. Harry took him to dinner and then one of those muggle cinemas, and he’d been completely amazed by it.
Every time he looked over at Harry, Harry was already watching him and grinning widely as though the entire point of coming to watch a movie was to watch the person you were with instead.
Something warmed in his chest every time he caught the other man looking, though.
“Did you actually watch any of the movie?” Draco asked as they wandered down the street vaguely in the direction of Draco’s flat. He looped his arm through Harry’s and Harry tugged him close.
“I watched enough,” he said with a shrug.
Draco nudged him with his shoulder, “Thank you for tonight,” he murmured, “it’s been really lovely.”
“It’s absolutely my pleasure,” he replied.
They chatted amicably as they made their way toward Draco’s flat and they were only a block away when it started to rain.
“It’s like you do this on purpose!” Draco exclaimed.
Harry laughed, “I don’t control the weather.”
“Are you certain?”
The other man shook his head, “I’m not certain of anything when I’m around you,” he murmured, turning to face Draco as a raindrop carved a path down his face. “When I’m with you all I know is that I want to spend more time with you. Nothing else matters.”
Draco cupped Harry’s face in his hands and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Harry groaned and his hands grabbed onto the fabric at Draco’s hips, pulling him closer as he angled his head to get better access to Draco’s mouth. And Draco lost himself in the wet press of their mouths against one another’s, in the way that he could feel the heat radiating off of Harry’s body in spite of the chill of the rain.
By the time one of them pulled back they were both completely drenched but it didn’t bother either of them. “Can I invite you in for coffee?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded, “I’d like that very much.”
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The fifth time it started raining when Draco was with Harry, he heard it before he saw it.
“S'raining,” he murmured into the warm, dark of the bedroom.
Harry hummed and pulled Draco a little closer, their bodies shifting and slotting together like that’s what they were always meant to do. “I don’t need the rain,” Harry murmured.
“Hmm?” he whispered, still mostly asleep.
Harry pressed an uncoordinated kiss to Draco’s temple, “you make me happier than the rain.”
And perhaps from anyone else it wouldn’t have seemed like a compliment, but from Harry, it seemed to be the highest praise there was.