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Harry was sitting in Transfiguration twirling his quill between his fingers, a blank piece of parchment laying on his desk just waiting for him to take some notes.
Unaware of whatever inanimate objects might be waiting for Harry to be productive however, he continued to get ink all over his fingers and stared blankly at the chalkboard where McGonagall was no doubt explaining some incredibly important fact about Transfiguration and Harry was just not absorbing a word of it.
When he finally got bored of staring at meaningless words written in chalk, he turned to his left to look at his outrageously attractive, and significantly more interesting than Transfiguration, boyfriend.
Draco was studiously taking notes and paying very close attention to every word that McGonagall was saying, not that Harry could care less. He was much more interested in the way Draco silently mouthed the words as he wrote them, his lips curving and rubbing against each other with every syllable.
Draco must have felt Harry staring because he abruptly stopped his writing and turned to look at Harry, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
'What?' the blonde whispered quietly, careful not to attract attention from McGonagall.
Harry leaned in towards him a little, making sure to lower his head enough that McGonagall wouldn't see him. Draco copied him and Harry whispered with a small smirk, "Do you wanna come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
The question had Draco furrowing his eyebrows.
"Like– on a date?" Draco asked and Harry shrugged, "Sure, if you want it to be," Harry said with a knowing look towards Draco. The flirty tone in his voice had Draco rolling his eyes fondly and smiling.
Before Draco could respond though, he heard McGonagall clear her throat. The two quickly straightened in their seats with their eyes firmly directed towards their desks in order to avoid the glare that McGonagall was no doubt giving them.
"Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy. Something you'd like to share with the class?" she said in a serious tone.
Harry rapidly shook his head, still not looking away from his desk where he fiddled his ink-covered fingers.
"I hope you two aren't fighting in the middle of class again, " McGonagall said, her tone of voice indicating that if that was in fact the case, the two boys would be serving a weeks worth of detention cleaning trophy cases, and scrubbing the dirt and grime at the bottom of cauldrons until they couldn’t feel their arms.
Again, Harry and Draco shook their heads. This time however, to Draco's great disdain even years later when he would tell this story again, Harry opened his mouth and said, "No professor, just– making some plans for the weekend, " he said it so casually, as if he didn't just indirectly imply that he was going to do something with Draco Malfoy, his arch rival, this weekend.
Draco had to try really hard to stop himself from facepalming as the entire classroom erupted in to hush whispers at the mere idea that Harry and Draco were possibly civil now, or maybe even friends— and if one read into it enough, they could even assume it was as something more than friends— and were planning to spend any amount of time with each other for possibly something other than insulting each other.
McGonagall, who Draco had forgotten about completely for a second, looked between Harry and Draco with her eyebrows so far up they almost disappeared into her hairline.
Draco prayed for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
Finally, McGonagall seemed to get over this shocking new information and said, "Well, as happy as I am to hear that you two have finally decided to look past your differences, you should wait until after class to make weekend plans. 5 points from both your houses," this led to a chorus of groans throughout the classroom from Gryffindors and Slytherin, but McGonagall seemed unaffected by this and turned around to walk back up to the front of the class and continue her lesson.
Harry continued to sit quietly and this time he at least acted like he was paying attention until something hit his hand and a small balled up piece of paper landed on his desk.
He looked at Draco who only nodded towards the paper then turned back to the board as if nothing happened.
So Harry carefully picked up the paper and opened it up to read what was inside.
' Saturday. Entrance Hall. 10:15 am. Don't be late, dumbass
–XO
P.S. you better bring flowers. '
Harry smiled. If he was a dumbass, then Draco was a hopelessly romantic dork. But he was Harry's dork. And he loved him.