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It was Harry's first date. Well, not his actual first date but one with Draco Malfoy. He actually liked him for a long period
Draco didn't exactly ask him in the best way. Harry just thought he was making fun of him and laughed it off. It wasn't until Draco was staring seriously in his eyes is when he realized he was actually dead serious. Malfoy told him to wear something casual, but what is casual for him? Did he mean wearing expensive clothing or what he would usually wear.
Now he was standing in front of his mirror stressing about what he could wear. Clothes were scattered around the room, while others were hanging out of a drawer. He was wearing jeans with black converse and a grey shirt. Ron was leaning against the bed frame, grinning at how much Harry was worrying.
"Are you seriously laughing while I'm actively going through a crisis," he said with a stern voice.
"If I'm being honest, yeah. Mate, it's never this serious just wear what you've already put on and head to Hogsmeade."
Harry let out a breath full of tiredness. It was almost 6:00 and he still hadn't left the dorms. If he waits any longer he'll keep Malfoy waiting. He's probably gonna cancel his plans. With the thought of that it gave Harry another thing he doesn't want to happen.
"You're right. I need to get my shit together and get out."
"Great motivation for yourself. Now all you need to do is follow it." Ron's annoyed at this point. Harry seems like he's stalling but that was not the intention at all.
"Bye, Ron."
"Don't die from awkwardness," he says right before Harry closes the door.
I know that the bar closes at 11:00
They decided to hang out at the Three Broomsticks. When Harry had arrived Draco was already there, sitting at a table.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. I didn't mean to come late." His voice seemed disappointed in himself.
"It's fine, no need to apologize. I ordered you a butter beer, unless you wish to order something different."
"No—um, thank you." His face was flustered and he could feel it.
When the drinks came the two of them spent a ton of time talking. They even got off topic and moved on quickly. It had been 7:00 already and both of them were in disbelief how fast time had gone by.
I hope you never finish that beer
Their drinks were already half-way done, which meant they would probably have to leave soon. And Harry surely didn't want that.
The moment felt so surreal and he didn't want it to end ever. He wish he could stay with the blond sitting directly in front of him forever.
He would've never imagined a date with Malfoy going like this. It's probably the most alive he's been in a long time. He felt so full of life and there's a feeling he never imagined.
One night I was bored in bed
And stalked you on the internet
His mind goes back to sixth year. Where he basically stalked Malfoy and always had his eyes on the Marauder's map. It was kinda weird but he needed to figure what was going on with him and he did.
He looked at the Daily Prophets just to check if there was anything to do with his family. It got to a point to where Hermione suspected that he had an interest in Malfoy but he denied it. Now look where he is.
It's feminine intuition
'Cuz I always had a vision of us standing like this
He imagines him and Malfoy somewhere in the future, living in a cozy home, maybe married? Not on a weird way..Ok maybe in a weird way but he can't stop his mind from thinking whatever it's planning to do so.
"Would you like to go somewhere different? It's getting late and the guy at the stand it staring us down," Draco says with a soft laugh. Harry is too lost in his thoughts and admiring Malfoy that he doesn't even realize Draco is also adoring him. It's barely noticeable though. He has always been careful at keeping things only to him.
"Do you know anywhere we could go? I sometimes sneak out and wander with my invisibility cloak, but I usually just look around the halls." Harry stays still realizing that might've been too much information with a chance of Malfoy ratting him out. "I don't know why I said that.." He says in a whisper.
Draco laughs at him, which makes Harry even more embarrassed. "I think I have a spot for us to go." They head out of the Three Broomsticks and start walking towards to the castle. When they head up the stairs, Harry knows exactly where Malfoy is taking him.
The Astronomy Tower.
You're looking like an angel on the wall of Versailles
If he could keep the moment staying forever, he would. He'd probably lose it all for him. Maybe his mindset from sixth year is coming back but who cares.
And I feel like I might throw up
Left hook, right punch to the gut
The view is beautiful. The height from the ground and where they are isn't pleasant though. It's actually getting him nauseous.
If younger him saw him hanging out with his arch-rival he'd be paranoid and questioning himself. It would've been taken as a dream.
I'm paranoid I made you up
Yeah I'd love it if you walked me home
When it ends, he just wishes that Draco could ask to walk him back to the common realm at least. He knows the chances are very unlikely, since he also needs to get back.
"Do you think we could ever be together?" Harry asks. The question is random, but genuine.
"I don't mind. I've liked you for some time now," Draco confesses.
"How long?" He won't let this confession go ever. He'll either joke about it or take it seriously every time it's mentioned.
"Maybe since third year, give or take."
"So you're telling me this could've happened sooner?" His tone of voice sounded unsatisfied and annoyed at the same time. Their hands were touching and sliding past each other. If Draco could get the hint he wants to hold his hand, he'd never let go.
I've been dropping hints all night
That I'd love it if you held my hand, goddamn
"Yeah, basically."
They sit in silence not for long until Harry speaks. "If I asked you to go out with me again would you say yes?"
"Your chances are high," he teases.
Let's go steady
Let's go out
And tell the whole damn world how
"How would you like to go on a second date with me and take it slow?"
"I wouldn't hate it," Draco says.
"You've got jokes now?"
"I'm kidding, Harry. I would enjoy another date with you if you insist." He called Harry by his first name without an insult and does even realize it. He stays still and quiet.
"You called me by my first name."
Draco slightly panics. Not because he called Harry—well, Harry, but because he doesn't know if Harry is comfortable with that. "I'm sorry, did you not want me to?"
"No—no, I'm totally fine with it, it's just a bit unfamiliar since you've never done that before."
Pisces and a Gemini
But I think we might go really nice together
"You know, I never thought we would ever work out." Harry mumbles, but Draco can still make it out.
"You never imagined us together?"
"No, it's not that, just I never thought you would ever want to be with me." The stars seem to be brighter as the conversation goes on and it reflects off both of their faces.
"You thought I never wanted to be with you? Harry, I've only ever wanted to be with you," Draco admits.
If you let me stay the night
Well I think I might just have to stay forever
Harry's mouth is partly open. Was this basically a confession? I mean they've already discussed their feelings, but now their past ones. He doesn't know what to say next.
"..I don't know how to respond."
"You don't have to." His voice is gentle and calm. He's probably like this with everyone else he interacts with. But maybe he isn't.
The most alive I've ever been
"You're not such an arsehole, I guess."
"Right after I just confessed my feelings?" Harry shrugged and turned his head to the side to hide his laugh.
"Should we get going? It's almost midnight," Draco questions.
Harry isn't even focused on what Draco is saying anymore. He has a scent of green apples and parchment. His eyes are basically shining from the stars. There's butterflies in his stomach from just looking at him.
Their hands are close together, but not touching. His heart suddenly started beating faster than usual and he feels warm. His mind is racing and all over the place. There's a gap between them he desperately wants to close.
"Potter? Are you still here with me?" Harry's eyes are fluttering and it gets to the point where he closes the space.
He cups Draco's face and connect his mouth with Malfoy's. Their lips press together and Draco is completely unprepared for the impact.
Harry pulls away, but has mixture of guilt and satisfaction.
"I'm sorry.. I don't know what was going on in my h—"
Before he can finish his sentence, Draco grabs shirt and presses their face together again. Harry puts his thumb and caresses Malfoy's faces. The kiss isn't gentle, but rather hungry and messy. It was sloppy and wet. Harry accidentally bit Draco's lip, but luckily it didn't bleed.
They pulled away from each other and we're breathless from the uncontrolled experience. Both of their lips were somewhat swollen and pink.
"Oh my god."
"Did you not like the kiss? We could try again," teases Draco.
"Shut up."
"I think you like my talking. You seem to tolerate my presence." He steps closer to Harry, who is leaning against the stone fence.
"I tolerate it."
"You love it. I can tell by your face."
"Sure you can." He doesn't say anything else because he knows Malfoy's right. He does like his company. He always has and that will never change.
When they go back to their dorms, their feelings are completely mutual. If anything it might stay mutual forever.
Kiss me and I might drop dead