do we have a moment?

by xerobatt

Summary:

Snippets of Harry and Draco during Goblet of Fire, I set it up to follow the timeline of the movie because when I first started writing this I didn't have access to use the book as a resource... This is also my first time writing Drarry since I was like 12 so please be patient with me! (and yes its meant to be corny and cute, theyre teenagers man)

Notes:

this first chapter is mainly for introductions, super short i know but i promise it gets better

Chapter 1: the only one

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So, his name came out the Goblet of Fire. No big deal, right? Not like Harry could die in this tournament or anything.

And no, he wasn’t hiding in the prefect’s bathroom, he was fine, perfectly fine. Myrtle didn’t seem fine with it, saying Harry shouldn’t be so long in the loo.

The click of the door alerted the both of them, Myrtle finally stopped her nagging and ran off to Merlin knows where. Harry held his breath as the steps grew closer, he tucked his knees to his chest, hoping to hide from whoever had entered.

“I know you’re in there, Potter,” said his saving grace. Harry practically burst out of the stall he was hiding in, running straight into Draco’s arms.

“I didn’t put my name in that blasted goblet,” Harry spoke softly into Draco’s robes. “I do hope you believe me, no one does.”

“Of course I believe you, Harry,” the blond whispered into Harry’s growing hair, his hand coming up to smooth the tangles and frizz. “You might be ignorant, but you aren’t plain stupid.”

Harry let out a sigh of relief, his first one all day. Maybe even all week.

Draco slowly pulled away from Harry and led the two of them away from the prefect’s bathroom and towards their “spot” along the bridge.

Harry leaned over the edge, facing out and down to the water. Draco was hugging him from behind, his chin resting on Harry’s shoulder.

“There isn’t any way out of it is there?” Draco asked, Harry could hear the worry laced in his voice. “Surely they can’t send a 14 year old into the tournament, I mean, you could die.”

Harry sighed and dropped his head. “Look, as silly as it sounds, that tournament is the last thing I want to think about right now.”

Draco just nodded, leaning closer into Harry. Harry focused on the warm embrace.

It was hard not to, it always was with Draco. If the two of them were near each other they had to be in some sort of physical contact, whether it be holding pinkies or tangling limbs. Not to mention Harry resisting the urge to kiss Draco anytime he was around.

Speaking of, Harry turned to face the other boy, grinning at him slightly.

“Hi,” Harry said shyly.

“Hello you,” Draco replied, the two of them giggling quietly.

They kissed softly through wide grins. Draco’s hands ran through Harry’s hair while the other boy’s hands found their way under Draco’s robes and on his waist.

A loud bell and students chatter, they quickly separated, wiping away their smiles.

Draco regarded Harry, “Potter,” He snarled, Harry sighed sadly.

“Malfoy,” He snarled back.

And they walked their separate ways.

It was hard, Harry thought as he walked back towards the castle, hiding Draco from everyone, including Ron and Hermione.

But it was safer, mainly for Draco and his own psyche. Draco’s biggest fear was for his father to discover that he and Harry Potter were a pair.

Harry made it to the Gryffindor common room and his brain went on auto-pilot getting ready for bed, that was until Ron slouched onto his own bed next to Harry’s.

“I didn’t put my name in that goblet, you know,” Harry apparently spoke to no one, because he got no response.

Harry sighed and tried to sleep, tossing and turning before finally passing out from exhaustion.

Chapter 2: lions, tigers, and... dragons?

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Harry disassociated for the rest of the week, until the weekend, when Draco begged him to go to Hogsmeade so he would have a distraction, he could barely get out of bed.

So he just snuck Draco into the common room and there they laid in Harry’s bed silently. Harry practically using Draco as a bed and the other boy’s hands untangling Harry’s nest of hair.

“I believe Hagrid has been looking for you,” Draco spoke first, his voice soft and grounding. “Saying something about meeting at his hut and to bring your fathers cloak.”

“And where did you hear this from?” The last thing Harry wanted to do was leave Draco’s side.

“A long list of people, to be honest,” Draco sighed. “I think it has something to do with the tournament, he wants to meet after dark.”

“Will you come with me?” Harry blurted before he could even think about it.

“Harry, you know my answer, we mustn't be seen-”

“It's only Hagrid, if he asks we can make sure he doesn’t tell anyone.”

“But what will he think? What if he judges us? Or me? Or even worse, you?”

“He won’t, I won’t let him even if he tries.”

Harry was sure, he hoped Draco could read it in his tone.

“I trust you, and I trust your judgement,” Draco sighed, his hands moving to fiddle with Harry’s shirt. “I’ll go with you, but we have to be careful.”

Harry sat up and kissed him, pulling away to say “You’re brilliant,” before kissing him again.

Draco sat up and moved to straddle Harry instead, neither one breaking the kiss in the process.

They stayed like that for a while, lazily kissing and giggling before they heard the click of a door. Harry quickly put his cloak over Draco and told him to meet Harry outside of Hagrid’s with it after dinner.

Hopefully Draco made it out safe.

Harry laid back down, he didn’t even want to go to dinner. The only reason he got to his feet and put shoes on to go was to steal glances at Draco, maybe (hopefully) he would get a secret swan note too.

Everyone glared at him as he passed, he hoped it wouldn’t be like this for long.

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Draco sat in the dining hall worried, quietly listening to his housemates' silly bickering. He was fidgeting with a certain swan note under the table when the whole room went quiet. Confused, Draco looked to the entrance to see Harry, like a zombie, walking into the hall.

Draco looked around before flashing him a quick smile when he glanced his way. Harry seemed to lift himself up just a bit, enough to walk to where Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, luckily back to back with Draco.

Draco enclosed the note in his fist and discretely kissed it before letting it loose under the table, hopefully it would find its way to Harry’s pocket.

He heard Hermione’s teasing whispers from behind him, so he assumed Harry had received it. He had to hold back a grin of his own when Hermione asked who this mystery girl was.

Draco hated to imagine what they would actually be saying if they knew, if they knew Harry was sneaking around with a boy, that boy being Draco for that matter. What would Draco’s friends think? He was certain they might disown him for it, all of it.

It was…weird.

And for his parents, well, he would rather worry about that later when sending Christmas cards of him and Harry out to all of the boy's friends.

He hoped they’d make it to sending Christmas cards.

He was too anxious, about Harry, about the tournament, he needed air.

So he stormed out of the great hall, out towards Hagrid’s hut. He quickly put Harry’s cloak over himself and sat just outside the hut, he could hear Hagrid humming inside as he walked around the small space.

Fang was nice company, he sniffed Draco out almost immediately. If anything he knew the dog wouldn’t judge him for anything, not Harry or his parents and the things they had done.

Strange man Hagrid was, anytime he saw him he was apologizing for what Buckbeak had done to him. It was Draco’s fault, and even though he still apologizes for taking the Hippogriff away from the giant, Harry assured him he was in good hands.

Draco guesses the grandson of the writer of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was the perfect candidate to take care of a Hippogriff.

Dinner would be over soon, or at least he hoped it would. Hagrid had stepped out of his little hut and spread some bird seed around his lawn, and- wait was he wearing a tie? The usual knots of his hair had been brushed out and slicked back. What the hell was going on here? Why did Hagrid want to meet with Harry? Was it just another stupid adventure in the woods like their first year?

His thoughts were (finally) interrupted by Harry running towards Hagrid, asking why his hair was combed and why he was wearing a tie. He seemed to be looking around for something, oh right, Draco.

He slowly took the cloak off, revealing himself to both Harry and Hagrid. The tall man was obviously shocked, but Harry came running to Draco and gave him a bone crushing hug.

“Now, I may av’ missed a couple a’ chapters but I know fer sure that you two ain’ known fer huggin each other,” Hagrid sounded more confused than Harry did asking about his appearance.

“Right, yes erm,” Harry stuttered as he stood, Draco stood next to him, squeezing his hand for support, but also to keep his own head on the ground. “Draco and I are, well what even are we? Draco what are-”

“Harry is my boyfriend,” Draco interrupted, taking a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve kept it a secret because of my family, and all of the eyes on Harry. He doesn’t need something else for people to bully him for.”

Maybe he spoke too fast, because Hagrid stood still, dumb-founded by the new information.

“Which also means that we would like it if you kept this to yourself?” Harry sounded just as nervous as Draco. “He was just worried about the first task, and about me.”

Hagrid eyed them both suspiciously. “Right, well, I guess that’s alright then. Just both a yous keep that cloak on, don’t need nona’ us gettin into any trouble now, do we?”

They both nodded before Draco picked the cloak up off the ground and covered the two of them with it, ensuring they were both covered before following Hagrid into the forest.

“Have you eaten yet today?” Draco whispered as they continued walking, but he was practically facing Harry the whole time.

“No, I keep getting sick at the thought,” Harry sighed, leaning most of his body towards the other boy. “I promise I’ve tried, I just can’t.”

“I should’ve brought you something from the hall,” Draco muttered. “What if I brought you some sweets tomorrow, yeah? I’ll even get you your favorite, those sugary chocolate frogs you love.”

“I’d like that, no promises that I can keep them down though,” Harry chuckled a bit, trying to lighten the mood.

Draco gave a small smile back, he was worried about Harry, but he would take it at the other boys pace. He did want to talk about the past week eventually, but he didn’t blame Harry for not wanting to just yet.

Eventually they ran into Madame Maxime, both the boys cringing as they watched the two giants flirt. Draco hoped that wasn’t what he and Harry looked like.

Hagrid continued to lead them all through the woods until they heard a loud growl and saw a bright line of fire.

No. Fucking. Way.

While Madame Maxime wandered off further, Harry removed the cloak from both his and Draco’s heads.

“Dragons? That’s the first task?” Harry exclaimed quietly.

Hagrid went on about how fascinating and misunderstood dragons were, how Ron had fainted when he saw them, but Draco couldn’t focus on it. He was so scared he thought he was going to puke. Harry couldn’t die, they can’t put him up against dragons, he was only 14.

“He can’t, you can’t Harry,” Draco practically yelled, turning and grabbing Harry by his shoulders. “You have to drop out of this bloody tournament, surely this is illegal, something has to be done.”

Harry just sighed and leaned forward onto Draco. “I’ve already tried, I’m magically bound to it. I don’t know what would happen to me if I dropped out or disappeared.”

Draco just hugged Harry, running his hands through his hair and slowly detangling any knots. They sat there in silence for a bit, until Hagrid chimed in.

“We best get goin back teh the castle, wouldn’t want to miss any winks a sleep now would we?” Hagrid announced as he began walking back towards his hut.

Then, Draco remembered something. “Harry, you are the best flyer I know, use it.”

“I’m not allowed a broom, Draco,” Harry sighed, leaning back a bit to cup Draco’s face with his hands.

“I know that, silly,” Draco chuckled, covering Harry’s hand with his own. “You’re allowed your wand, you can summon your broom, there are no rules against that.”

“Sometimes I forget you’re Slytherin at heart,” They both giggled at that. “Only problem is I don’t know how.”

“And whatever am I here for, I can teach you. It isn’t too difficult.”

Then, Hagrid shouted back at them. “I mean it you two, back to yer rooms.”

The two laughed and pulled the cloak back over them, holding hands as they walked back to the castle. Draco walked Harry to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room and kissed him goodnight before taking the cloak from him and almost skipping down to the dungeons.

Notes:

please give feedback! i am open to criticism and am looking to improve on my writing!

Chapter 3: potter stinks!

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No, Harry did not find the “Potter stinks” badges very funny at all. And when he found out that Draco had made them, he found them even more upsetting.

He had to fight his way through several Hufflepuffs to find Cedric, who was laying across a ledge with even more Hufflepuffs with those silly badges on.

“Can I have a word?” Harry asked quietly.

Cedric agreed and followed him slightly away from all the chatter. Harry told him about the first task, about the dragons and how the other champions already knew. Then Cedric thanked him before leaning in close.

“I’ve tried to tell them to stop wearing the badges, we’re both playing for the same team after all,” The older boy whispered into his ear. And of course Harry couldn’t help but blush and get giddy like a silly schoolgirl. Then he pulled away with a smirk. “Thank you, for telling me about the task, I’ll see you later Harry.”

And then he walked away, before Harry could even respond.

Dazed, he spun around and saw Ron. Hopefully he would talk to Harry today, he just wanted his best friend back.

“You’re a right foul git, you know that?” Harry spat out when he ran into Ron.

“You think so?” Ron responded quietly.

“I know so,” Harry didn’t know what he was actually supposed to say to be honest. Draco would have known a smart remark, where was he?

“Anything else?” Ron asked cooly. How was he so calm? Weren’t they best friends?

“Yeah, grow up some and talk to me,” Harry paused, looking to the side and seeing Draco in a tree? His mind was spinning, what was going on today? “I miss my best friend.”

“Right, such a shame,” Ron spat and shouldered past Harry, Seamus rushing behind him.

He went to follow them before Draco spoke up from his perch in the tree. “Trouble in paradise Potter?”

Harry stopped in his tracks and rolled his eyes. “Sod off Malfoy, it’s none of your business.”

Draco jumped down from the tree and stalked towards Harry. “I think it’s plenty my business Potter,” Draco spat as he grabbed Harry’s arm. Harry glanced around, noticing no one else was around them. “Going around to find a new boyfriend since old weasel left you.”

Why was Draco putting on this act if no one was around them? Was he jealous?

Harry smiled. “You’re terribly cute when you’re jealous, love,” Harry said quietly.

Draco’s cheeks showed a deep shade of red. “Jealous? What a preposterous thought, Malfoy’s don’t get jealous.”

“Sure Draco, whatever you say,” Harry was still smiling, probably smirking a bit too.

Their moment was interrupted by Moody. “Oh no you don’t-” He yelled before waving his wand and suddenly, Draco’s hand was no longer on his arm, but rather a fuzzy white ferret.

Moody hobbled over, moving the ferret up and down in the air with his wand. “That’ll teach you to mess with your peers, eh?”

“Professor stop!” Harry shouted, trying to catch the ferret mid-air.

“Professor Moody,” McGonagall, like a savior, shouted as she approached the scene. “What are you doing?”

“Teaching,” Moody responded, he sure was living up to his name.

“Is that a student?” McGonagall was ever observant.

“Technically it’s a ferret,” Moody quipped, dropping the ferret back into Harry’s arms.

McGonagall waved her wand and the furball turned back into Draco, Harry held him awkwardly, almost like a bride.

Draco groaned and tipped his head backwards. “My father will hear about this,” He whispered, thank Merlin only Harry heard him.

As McGonagall yelled at Moody, Harry helped Draco back onto the ground. The blond wiped dirt off his robes and ran a hand through his hair.

“You’ve got a leaf stuck in your hair,” Harry said with a grin. Draco continued to fuss with his hair before Harry smacked his hands away and picked it out himself. Draco glared at him before looking around, noticing McGonagall and Moody gone.

Draco grabbed Harry’s arm again and dragged him behind the tree, sitting down and bringing Harry with him. Draco ended up in his lap, straddling him.

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” Harry sighed, draping his arms around Draco’s neck.

Draco quickly grabbed Harry’s cloak from the other’s pocket and put it over both of them, all with a smirk. “Do I wow you that much, Harry?”

Harry scoffed. “In your dreams, Draco,” Harry punched his shoulder lightly, giggling softly. “No, just so much has happened in only about 5 minutes, I feel like I’m losing it.”

“Don’t fret, I’m here now,” Draco joked, though his hands soothed up and down Harry’s sides. “Are you ready for tomorrow?”

“Merlin, no, but I have had a great teacher,” Harry smirked, leaning closer to Draco. “I can summon my broom from across the castle now.”

“Spectacular, my dear!” Draco smiled wide, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck. “I think such a feat deserves a reward.”

Harry raised his eyebrow before leaning forward and kissing Draco like he needed it for air. Draco, being the genius he was, cast a quick silencing charm on both of them. Harry smiled into the kiss and bit the other boy's bottom lip, which earned him a hungry growl from Draco.

Harry pulled back but only to mouth along Draco’s jaw and down to his throat. “I saw you flirting with Diggory, what’s that about?” Draco breathed out, his voice alone sending shivers down Harry’s spine.

“I wasn’t flirting,” Harry said between kisses before biting down on Draco’s collarbone, which earned him a delicious whine. “I was telling him about the dragons.”

“Sure, but he had no business getting close to you like that,” Draco spat out. Harry pulled back to look at him, his eyes sharp as daggers. “Push him away next time, yeah?”

“Anything for you baby,” Harry whispered right next to Draco’s ear, causing the other man to shiver and yank him by his curls away from Draco’s ear to kiss him, hard and hungry.

Harry smiled into the kiss before licking his way into Draco’s mouth, allowing Draco to suck on it before pushing even further into his mouth and exploring it like he had never done it before. Draco allowed it, of course, but only for a moment before he pushed Harry’s tongue away and made his way into Harry’s mouth, doing the exact same to him. And Harry practically whined because of it.

Harry knew he was hard, but the way Draco ground himself down onto his erection made him lose his mind. He had to pull away from Draco’s lips to lean back against the tree, exposing his neck. Draco took the opportunity to nip down his neck, leaving a mark just below his collar so he could cover it.

But a small nagging in Harry’s head brought him back to the real world, the badges. He tugged Draco away from his neck by his hair, the blonde glaring at him before he relented, bracing his hands on Harry’s chest.

“Something’s wrong, I can basically feel it in the air,” Draco tried to joke, his smile just barely flickering before it fell again. “What is it dear?”

“The badges,” Harry muttered, looking anywhere but at Draco. “Are they really necessary? Most of the school hates me already, I don’t need to see it everytime I turn a corner in the halls. Let alone in my own dorm.”

Draco sighed, gently grabbing Harry’s chin so he would look at him. His eyes were sad, it made Harry feel bad, he was ready to drop it and go back to snogging him just so his eyes would light up again.

“Harry, this might sound stupid, but think about it. If I’m wearing a badge supporting you then all of this comes crumbling down, everyone will know about us,” He paused, fidgeting with Harry’s tie. “But with these, I can indirectly support you. I can have your face on a badge and not risk us getting caught. Does that make any sense?”

Harry smiled, a real cheeky grin that basically split his face into. He loved this idiot.

“Draco you absolute fool,” Harry kissed both his cheeks, and even his forehead for good measure. “Who knew you could be so daft but so sweet at the same time.”

Draco scoffed. “I am not daft! If anything I’m a genius and you should be singing my praises.”

“Terribly sorry, hmm let’s see,” Harry thought for a moment, before remembering a little tune from the Quidditch World Cup. “Draco I love you, Draco I do!” He sang as Draco smacked his chest lightly. “When we’re apart my heart beats only for you!”

“Well, who knew you could make yourself more of a fool than you already were,” Draco teased with a grin matching Harry’s.

It was always so refreshing to see Draco fully smile, it was like everything else didn’t matter, Draco was happy so everything was good in the world again.

They both stayed silent for a moment, their hands finding each other and intertwining on their own.

“Did you still want to…” Draco said, almost carefully, like he was stepping around glass.

“If it’s alright with you we could just… I dunno sit here for a bit?” Harry admitted quietly, almost shy. He wasn’t really in the mood anymore anyway.

“Of course it is Harry,” Draco whispered and smiled. It was a soft, sweet smile, one that would surely cause Harry to go weak in the knees if he was standing. “I would want nothing more.”

Harry smiled, kissing Draco in response, short and soft.

They sat under that tree for hours, just talking and enjoying each other's presence. It all felt unreal, like this softness and normalcy belonged to somebody else. Maybe Harry was okay with that, so long as he could be here with Draco.

Tomorrow he would fight off a dragon, tomorrow he risks dying. Again.

But today, right here under this tree, he felt alive. Dragons certainly felt more far away than they truly were.

Perhaps Draco could be his normal someday.

Chapter 4: caught one handed

Summary:

this one is kind of a setup for the next chapter... which might be a while until its uploaded... im in the pits of writers block

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A fucking Hungarian Horntail? Were they trying to kill Harry?

Luckily, he wasn’t dead, but Draco was pretty sure he broke his arm by the looks of it. The crowd was a nightmare to get through, especially when you're trying to do so undetected. He shouldered past several students, including a certain redhead, who probably called him a dickhead before following the crowd. Draco couldn’t care less, he was determined to find the medicine tent.

Upon finding said tent, he stood outside it for a moment, listening for any voices inside. He heard nothing, but just to be safe he peeked through the opening to find one injured Harry Potter sitting on a cot. His arm was in a sling and his head was pointed toward the floor.

Draco opened the panel of the tent quietly, not taking a step in just yet. “Boo,” he whispered, and the way that Harry had looked up at him, like all the hope in the world was in just that one glance.

Draco is absolutely whipped for this stupid man.

Draco carefully stepped towards Harry, sitting next to him on the cot. “Are you okay? Well, besides the obvious.”

“I dunno, ask me again later?” Harry responded quietly, laying his head onto Draco’s shoulder, in fact putting half his body weight onto the other man.

“Alright, we should get going soon though,” Draco put his own head onto Harry’s, kissing the top of it. “Gryffindor's throwing a party in your honor, I hear.”

“One of these days I can just celebrate with you instead,” Harry joked, but lightly. Draco could read between the lines, though. “Maybe even just at the Three Broomsticks with a cup of butterbeer? Or even just studying together in the library?”

“Harry-” But then Draco was interrupted by the worst possible head of ginger hair possible.

“Bloody hell,” Ronald shouted, causing Draco to jump from Harry’s side to stand, looking at the redhead to see a look so angry smoke should be pouring out of his ears. “Harry don’t tell me this is where you’ve been sneaking off to.”

“Ron I can explain,” Harry stood up too, his voice tired. “Just calm down and I’ll explain everything on the walk back to the common room.”

“Malfoy if you’ve got him under some sort of spell I swear to Merlin I will curse the shit out of you,” Ronald had pulled out his wand and was pointing it right at Draco.

Draco was speechless, he was so scared he felt like he was suffocating. His shirt was practically choking him.

“He doesn’t, Ron please just let me explain,” Harry stepped in between Ronald and Draco, putting his good hand up in the air towards Ronald.

Then Granger came around the corner.

“Ronald put that down right now!” She had grabbed Ronald’s casting hand, trying to get him to lower his wand. “Let Harry explain.”

Oh. She knew.

Well of course she knew, she’s only the top witch of their class, maybe even the whole school. But she didn’t seem all that upset by it, with how much she teased Harry it seemed so lighthearted.

“How are you so calm? I mean this is Malfoy we’re talking about!” Ronald put his wand down, but that didn’t stop him from flailing his arms around like a fool.

“Please, let’s just walk back to the castle and I swear I’ll tell you everything,” Harry had also put his hand down, and it somehow found its way back to Draco’s, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Fine, but I want that one in front of me at all times,” Ronald gritted his teeth as he pointed at Draco.

“Fine,” Harry and Draco said at the same time, turning to share a shy smile.

Draco leads the charge, listening to Harry tell Ronald and Granger about how Harry stayed in the hospital wing after the incident with Buckbeak. Then heard the insane amount of questions that Ronald just had to ask.

It finally came to a halt when they had made it to the main entrance to the castle. They all stopped at the door, looking at each other awkwardly.

“If he wanted to uhm-” Harry stuttered quietly, looking at Ronald and Granger. “Could Draco come to that party we’re supposed to be having? He said something about it earlier.”

“As long as he doesn’t try to make any trouble, I don’t see why not,” Granger smiled at Draco, and not the polite and fake kind, the kind that one gives a friend in greeting. “And as long as he invites that friend of his, Parkinson?”

Draco chuckled. “I can try and convince her, no promises though,” Draco smiled back at Granger before taking a glance at Harry. And the boy was practically beaming.

“So, are you going to be there?” Harry asked, sounding more excited than a first year getting off of the train to Hogwarts.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Draco said, a little breathless.

“You guys go on, we’ll catch up,” Harry said to Granger and Ronald. The two nodded and walked into the castle, Ronald was definitely a lot more calm than before, good. “So, what does all of this mean?”

Draco sighed and brought Harry into a hug, tucking his face into the other man’s neck. “I’m not sure, it feels easier but I don’t think I’m ready for my parents to find out or anything. I mean, I suppose I’ll have to be ready for the school to know, but them? They would lose their minds.”

“I understand,” Harry replied, and Draco knew he did, knew what it meant for his two best friends to know, knew it meant half of the hardest part was over. Which also meant avoiding the press, which seemed absolutely impossible for Harry these days. “But, when we go to this party… Am I taking Malfoy or am I taking Draco?”

And my, what a question. Draco sat on it for probably a solid minute. On one hand it would be strange if Draco showed up to his rival's celebration party, let alone a Gryffindor party. But if he showed up as himself, as Harry’s partner? It would be easier to explain his reason for being there.

But it was such a scary thought.

Then again, if Harry was there, then it couldn’t be nearly as bad.

“You’ll be taking Draco, if you’ll have him,” Draco finally decided.

“You are absolutely spectacular,” Harry beamed at him before grabbing Draco by his cheeks and kissing him all over.

“Alright, alright,” Draco smiled and planted a kiss onto Harry’s nose. “I must get going, I have a certain Slytherin to convince to come to a bloody Gryffindor party.”

Harry just smiled at him. “Good luck, love.”

Draco nearly melted to a puddle before kissing Harry one last time and running off to find Pansy.

Well, this would be quite the tale to tell to her.

Chapter 5: make out music

Summary:

all i've got to say is half of this chapter i was listening to party 4 u by charli xcx and the other half i was listening to make out music by 12RODS.. heavily rec that song btw it is very fitting for the chapter... i really like how this chapter is set up!!

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The whole common room cheering for him, fire whiskey in his belly, and his best friend no longer hated him. It was safe to say that Harry was on a roll. All that was left was Draco, he felt like he was waiting hours for his boyfriend to arrive.

If he would show up at all, that is.

But when the room went silent, he knew who had entered. Seeing Draco anxiously creep into the Gryffindor common room with Pansy Parkinson was a sight he only dreamed of seeing.

“You came,” Harry said, all smiles as his hands found Draco’s.

“Of course I did,” Draco tried to seem sly, but his hands were shaking. “It was all too easy to convince Pansy to come, I think she fancies your friend Granger.”

Harry laughed. “Come on, I think I’ve got something to ease your nerves.”

Draco smiled and Harry tugged him towards the twins who were guarding the fire whiskey from a determined Ginny.

“Did you two finally get together?” George joked as he passed Draco a bottle.

“About time, I was afraid I’d have to play matchmaker myself,” Fred added.

“Very funny you two,” Harry responded. “Thanks for not freaking out about it, though.”

“Of course, see you Harry!” The twins said at the same time.

“Do they always have to finish each other's sentences?” Draco muttered as they walked away. Harry giggled and tucked close to Draco, staying right up against him as they sat on one of the fluffy couches that happened to be empty.

Everything was as it should be, Harry could absolutely die a happy man. Draco eased into the environment eventually, ignoring the occasional looks from a couple other Gryffindors.

Harry spotted Hermione and Parkinson, their shoulders touching as they exchanged jokes huddled close together.

“Looks like you were right,” Harry told Draco, grabbing his chin so it faced the two girls rather than himself.

“Well, I’m always right,” Draco joked, grabbing Harry’s hand with each of his and leaning against his shoulder. “She seems happy.”

“They both do,” Harry commented, laying his head on top of Draco’s, a scene similar to just hours before.

“So are we just going to forget everything that this bloke did for the past four years?” Seamus spoke up as he stalked towards Harry and Draco.

“Leave him alone, Seamus,” Hermione spoke up from behind him, quite literally standing her ground. “I’m sure he’s sorry for it all, let’s just have fun while we can.”

“Well then he can apologize for himself, can’t he?”

“I can,” Draco yelled over the crowd, and the room went silent again. “And I will. Because I am sorry for being so terrible to you all.”

“Are you really? I find that hard to believe,” Seamus pressed further, he was right in front of Draco now. “What with your daddy and all his talk of blood purity-”

“Do not speak about my father,” Draco yelled as he stood, his fists clenched at his side.

“That’s enough,” Harry said to both Draco and Seamus, standing and putting his hands on both boys' shoulders. “Both of you, cut it out.”

Then Parkinson made her way through the crowd, her hand finding Draco’s other shoulder. “We should probably go, darling. This was a bad idea.”

“Oh, this one’s here too? Don’t tell me we’re supposed to be friends with all the bloody Slytherin now, just because Potter likes to snog Malfoy,” Seamus yelled to the rest of the room, bucking Harry’s hand off his shoulder.

“Seamus I’m serious, leave them alone!” Hermione was furious, she looked like an angered cat, her hair seemed to stand up in certain places.

“Like I said, I can’t just forget what these fuckers have done all these years,” Seamus seemed to brace himself, like he was about to blow.

“You think I don’t regret it? You think I enjoy taking the piss out of all of you just for what? For fun?” Draco snarled, his whole body tense.

“Draco, please-” Harry tried to calm him down, he put a hand on Draco’s arm, only for it to be shoved off.

“No, Harry,” Draco snapped. “This time I’m defending myself, this isn’t fair.”

Harry felt like his world was seconds away from falling apart around him. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion and his ears were ringing something terrible. He watched as Draco and Seamus yelled at each other some more, but it was all muffled and drowned out.

He then watched as Draco’s fist collided with Seamus’ face, and when he went for another Hermione tried to separate them only to be shoved away as Draco punched him again, this time hard enough for Seamus to fall to the ground.

“Enough!” Harry yelled, the venom in his voice was unrecognizable. Draco looked at him, suddenly scared.

“Harry I- I didn't mean to-”

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out!”

Draco didn’t say anything, his eyes full of tears as he grabbed Parkinson’s arm and ran out of the room.

Harry took one look around the room and stomped up to his dorm, slamming the door behind him.

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Draco never ran to his dorm faster than he did tonight, shutting the curtains to his bed and curing in on himself. He also probably never cried harder than he has tonight.

How could he be so stupid? Why didn’t he just listen to Harry and not say anything? But at the same time, was he just supposed to sit there and take it? Sit and listen as he was belittled by his boyfriend’s friend? How evil was that?

Pansy was right, going to that party was a stupid idea. He wishes he was never caught by Weasley, that he never gave Harry hope that they could go public and everything would be fine.

Who knows what happened to Harry after he left. Was he getting bullied the same as Draco was?

He’d go back if it wasn’t for the fear of getting beaten to a pulp the second he was near the Gryffindor common room.

“Draco, Pans wants to talk to you,” Blaise's voice cut through the silence of the room.

Draco just sighed and wiped his face free of tears and got up to march down to the common room, shouldering past Blaise without a word.

Granger was in their common room, and Draco was second away from turning back around before Pansy spoke. “Draco, I would appreciate it if you listened to Hermione, she’s worried about both of you.”

“Potter’s her friend, not me,” Draco said with a shaky sigh. “Shouldn’t you be comforting him?”

“He won’t let anyone into the fifth year dorms, not even Ronald,” Granger said, her tone soft compared to before. “You matter a lot to him, more than I knew of before, and I would like to talk to you, too.”

Draco sighed and sagged into one of the couches, gesturing for Granger to continue.

“Harry cares about you more than you know, I think. But he also cares for his friends more than he cares for chocolate frogs or treacle tarts,” She tried to joke, and it did make Draco smile, but it was somber and oh so far away. “What I’m trying to say is, and I’m not saying how you reacted was wrong, but Seamus has already agreed to apologize, so long as you do to him and anyone else you bullied. And I already know that you being on good terms with any of Harry’s friends, maybe even all of them, would be enough to keep Harry happy for ages.”

Draco thought about it. On one hand he knew Harry would be happy if he was the bigger person and apologized, but on the other hand then that meant standing up for himself meant nothing, and he would still be the boy who ran away or ran off to tell his father.

He wasn’t that weak anymore, he’d show them. He’d show Harry.

“No,” was Draco’s short reply.

“No, what?” Granger asked in response, one of her eyebrows shot furiously to her hairline. She was going to get terrible age lines if she kept doing that.

“No, I won’t apologize for sticking up for myself,” Draco said stubbornly, then muttered. “But I will apologize to Harry.”

“Fine, then you’re on your own Malfoy,” Granger stormed off after. Pansy was about to follow her before she saw Draco slouch back down into his seat.

“Draco, love,” Pansy sat next to Draco, not facing him, but her hand squeezed his knee reassuringly. “I really think you should listen to Mione-”

“So she’s Mione now? Not Granger?” Draco snapped. “You’re perfectly fine being all friendly with them when they talk about you like you’re absolute garbage?”

“And were we not? Speaking of you were with Potter for almost a year and suddenly they’re all just “those people”?”

“Were… you said it in past tense, did Granger say something? Does Harry not want to be with me anymore?”

“Oh Draco,” Pansy sighed, she leaned onto Draco’s side. “He’s just… confused. He told Mione that he didn’t know if he wanted to speak to you again. He’s just as upset as you are, dear.”

Draco was probably crying again, he was too disassociated to care. “I think I’d like to go to sleep now.”

“Just please think about what Mione said, for your sake, if not the entirety of Gryffindor house. Imagine how much they’re suffering dealing with Potter’s whining,” Pansy joked, it worked too, Draco let out a soft chuckle.

He would think about it, as he drifted to a horrible sleep that night, even if he did it his own way.

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“Harry please, I just want to talk,” Hermione yelled once again from the other side of the door, and when Harry didn’t answer. “I spoke with Draco.”

Harry opened the door.

“Does he hate me?” Because of course that was the first thing Harry asked.

Hermione smiled softly. “No, Harry, he actually seemed scared that you hated him.”

“Well I am angry with him.”

“He knows that, I’ve told him a couple of things.”

“Because of course you did.”

Hermione shouldered past him and sat on his bed. Harry closed the door and locked it, following Hermione and sitting next to her on the bed.

“He doesn’t want to apologize to Seamus, you know,” Hermione started. “He said he shouldn’t have to apologize for standing up for himself.”

“But he punched him!”

“I’m aware Harry, I was there. But he does want to apologize to you, truly he does.”

“Then he can apologize to Seamus first.”

“Gods, the both of you. I don’t think I’ve ever met two people more meant for each other than you and Draco,” Hermione complained as she stood up, facing Harry.

“What are you talking about?”

“You really are thick, I’m saying you two are so stubborn it’s almost insane. Please just sleep on it, at least let him apologize. He misses you,” And then she stormed out, leaving the door open behind her.

Harry sighed and fell back onto his bed.

“He’s still a git, but you really should hear him out, like Mione said,” Ron had entered the room now.

“Why are my best friends both turning against me?” he sighed, not looking up from his place on his bed, but he could tell Ron was moving to sit onto his own beside Harry’s.

“Believe it or not this is us being on your side, we know how happy he makes you. Not to mention I really don’t want to deal with you whining over that git until you man up and talk to him.”

“I won’t, not until he apologizes to Seamus.”

“Fine, don’t come crying to me when you miss your boyfriend.”

And then Ron turned over and went to bed.

Merlin, everyone was against him? Maybe he never should’ve invited him to the party. Maybe if he never did he could have just run away with Draco, live a secret life with Sirius and hide away from the world.

It was wishful thinking, hopefully he would dream about that happy life long enough to forget what was going on in the real world.

Notes:

like i said i love how this chapter is set up! dont worry they will be happy again soon enough... ALSO there will be lots of Gryffindor and slytherin connections made in future chapters! along with some apologies...

Chapter 6: the silent treatment

Summary:

another filler... the next chapter is full of HUMOR... i cannot wait

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Draco tried to pass a note to Harry during breakfast, he found it crumbled under Harry’s seat afterwards.

He tried to catch Harry during his free period, only to find him laughing and getting all too close to Cedric for Draco’s liking.

He tried to enter the Gryffindor common room before the portrait shut, only for Granger to shake her head and whisper “Not tonight,” before the portrait closed completely.

Even the fat lady was looking at him sadly.

Fuck this, if Harry wanted to be like that, then Draco could definitely be like that.

He didn’t even feel guilty passing by Harry without a single glance in his direction, preening when Blaise saw Harry look back at him confused.

See, now Draco was winning. Score: Potter zero, Draco one.

It’s been a whole year since he called Harry “Potter” even in his head, how far would this go?

But now in the great hall for dinner, the nerves hit again. Two whole days without even a word to Potter, he felt like he was lost, adrift in the sea.

He would win this little game, he would have Potter crawling back to him soon enough. He would then apologize, of course. But not to Finnigan, no never to Finnigan.

How could he? How could he apologize to someone who said such evil things about him, who spoke of his family as if Draco wasn’t right there to defend them? Sure he knew his father wasn’t the best, but that didn’t give someone like Finnigan, someone that he didn’t even know, the right to talk about him in such a way.

Potter could, Potter could say anything and Draco would nod his head like a dumb member of the Harry Potter fan club and agree furiously until the day he died.

A scary thought, to be so devoted to someone to put aside whatever was going on between you two and stand by them.

It was also stupid, stupid to have spent three years pining over the damned Chosen One, even more so to fall in love with him, and the absolute worst to have done something to leave him giving you the silent treatment.

But when Potter walked into the hall and sat right behind Draco, Cedric sat right beside him.

Oh and they laughed and he blended in so well with all of Potter’s little friends, even Finnigan.

Especially Finnigan.

The score was tied, Potter: one Draco: one.

“Draco, please eat something,” Pansy suggested quietly, her hand finding Draco’s across the table.

“Not hungry,” He muttered, and stormed out of the great hall.

He didn’t make it very far until someone was calling his name from behind him, and of course it had to be Finnigan.

Fine, he could play this game too.

“What?” He snapped and turned around, facing a panting Finnigan. He was running apparently.

“Look I wanted to apologize, for how I treated you n’ what I said,” Finnigan said, and he sounded sincere. Damnit. “I don’t have any right to talk about your family like that.”

Draco sighed. “Look, if Potter’s sent you to apologize to me, there’s no need-”

“No mate, I wanted to. I feel like I miffed things up between you n’ him and I feel terrible.”

That was funny, he had done exactly that.

“Whatever, sorry about your nose by the way,” Draco sighed and turned around, not paying attention if Finnigan said anything else, and headed straight for the common room.
As he fell asleep, though, he secretly hoped his apology was enough for Potter.

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“He apologized, Harry, isn’t that what you asked for?” Hermione asked in the common room at night.

“But he didn’t mean it, he apologized about his nose!” Harry answered, a little louder than he meant to. “He didn’t mean it, he’s too stubborn.”

“And you’re not? You have no room to talk.”

“Whatever, I’m going to sleep,” Harry muttered before storming up the stairs to the boy’s dorms.

He got ready for bed in silence, it was too early for anyone else to be in the dorms anyway. By the time he was in bed staring at the ceiling, everyone else had finally entered the dorms.

And once again Ron was looming over him in his bed with another disapproving look.

“Mione’s right mate, I am bloody tired of seeing you mope about and flirt with Diggory,” Ron sighed, looking off to the side and lowering his voice. “He’s into Cho anyways, you don’t stand a chance.”

“Gee thanks, you’re so supportive,” Harry sighed and rolled his eyes.

“My point is, you were happier with Malfoy, no matter how much of a git he was. And with the ball coming up? You have got to talk to him again, and soon.”

Ron turned around to get himself ready for bed without another word. Harry turned over in bed and tried his best to get himself to sleep.

It was no use, really. He couldn’t stop thinking about Draco and how much he missed him. How much he missed sneaking off with him to study, only to get distracted kissing each other. He missed Draco’s laugh, his eyes sparkling, how his hair felt between his fingers.

But he wouldn’t lose Draco’s little game, he would wait until he spoke first. Or until he apologized to Seamus and meant it. Harry felt it in his gut that Draco didn’t mean a word of that apology, that he only did it so Harry would talk to him again.

Harry turned over again, watching Ron get settled into bed and close the curtains to his bed. Harry did the same so he could finally settle into bed and close his eyes.

But once again, sleep did not come for Harry. He tossed and turned for at least another hour, thinking of Draco, of what Ron and Hermione had said.

Maybe they were right, maybe he should just talk to Draco. But he still had that weird feeling in his belly, he didn’t want to give in so quickly. He knew that was exactly what Draco wanted, he wanted Harry to crawl back to him.

Yes, Harry did miss him, but he wasn’t that desperate. He could live without Draco.

The only question was how long.

Notes:

i lowk hate this chapter but i am too lazy and excited for the next one to even care

Chapter 7: ron, wingman extraordinaire

Summary:

the make up chapter...

Notes:

hai hello hai i am so sorry this took SO LONG... i got hit with ao3 writer and ended up with a kidney stone and depression... BUT I AM BACK... for now

this is also super short BUT i think its cute... theyre too in love to hate each other

‧˚♞˚‧

“I have a plan,” Ron said one Saturday afternoon. Him, Hermione, and Pansy were studying in the library together. Pansy was strange company, but Hermione seemed to enjoy her, so she wasn’t too bad.

“Oh, I’d like to hear this,” Pansy replied, setting down her quill and resting her chin on both her hands.

Ron rolled his eyes, but closed his book (with a glare from Hermione) to continue on. “We need to get Harry and Malfoy stuck together until they figure their shit out.”

“Well that much is obvious,” Pansy muttered with an eyeroll.

“He is right, though,” Hermione sighed and sat her book down on the table. “But how on earth are we going to do that when they refuse to talk to each other?”

“I'm tempted to jinx their hands together until they get along,” Pansy joked, maybe it wasn’t a joke, but it seemed to be.

“That’s our last resort,” Hermione joked back, like it was nothing. These two had been joking like this for the past week, ever since the party.

Ron kept choosing to ignore it, but he knew he was losing his closest friends to evil Slytherins.

Even so, he couldn’t help but admit that Zabini seemed… interesting.

“Jinxes aside,” Ron chimed in. “There has to be a way to trick the two into talking to each other.”

“Well, I could tell Draco I’m meeting him in an empty classroom to study,” Pansy suggested. “It wouldn’t be too unusual, and one of you could lure Potter to the same room, just a little later.”

“Brilliant, as always,” Hermione sighed with a smile. “I can charm a lock on the door, but we have to make sure it can’t be undone with alohamora.”

“I’m sure there's a book for that,” Ron joked.

“There is in fact!” And Hermione went on about different charms and books as Pansy gave her full attention to her.

Ron, meanwhile, decided to find out what Zabini was up to. Maybe he’d be up for a game of chess. “Tomorrow after lunch in the abandoned charms room, that’s where we need them to be,” He spoke and Pansy dismissed him with a knowing grin.

Ron hoped this worked, he could not stand to hear Harry whine Malfoy’s name in his sleep any longer.

‧˚𓆙˚‧

Pansy was being… more suspicious than usual at breakfast.

They had never been to the old charms room to study, a couple older classrooms sure, but never that one specifically.

“It has perfect lighting, is all,” Pansy had said. “You’re being paranoid, darling, it’s not a good look on you.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll meet you just after lunch.”

‧˚𓃬˚‧

“Why can’t we just study in the library?” Harry whined.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Because it’s quieter up there, I think it’ll help you both focus.”

“How am I involved in this?” Ron asked with his mouth full.

“Because you two have been too focused on the tournament and seemed to have forgotten that we are in school,” Hermione fussed, slamming her fork back down on the table. “Old charms classroom, ten minutes after lunch, be there.”

“Fine,” Harry and Ron mutter at the same time.

Harry really didn’t want to study this weekend.

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Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be found near the classroom, so Harry assumed they were just running late. He quietly opened the door to the classroom and stepped inside, glancing out the door one last time before it snapped shut.

Strange.

Even more strange. “Harry?” Draco was in here, in the classroom. And the door wasn’t opening.

Ron and Hermione were so dead.

“What are you doing here?” Harry asked, not turning to look at Draco yet.

“Well, I assume the same as you,” Draco replied, and Harry could tell his arms were crossed. “Pansy told me to meet here to study for exams.”

Harry turned around to see Draco, he looked tired. Could he not sleep either? “Hermione suggested that Ron and I study here.”

His voice was soft, he couldn’t help it. Seeing Draco just as tired as he was, on top of how much he missed him.

Gods, how he missed him.

“Well,” Draco started, avoiding Harry’s eyes.

“Well,” Harry chanced a step closer, they were still about a whole desk apart. The silence was deafening.

“I apologized to Finnigan, I hope you know,” Draco was the first to speak, his chin tilted to the sky but his voice was nervous and shy.

“But did you mean it?” Harry asked, taking another step closer.

“Of course I meant it, I wouldn’t have spoken to him if I didn’t,” Draco replied, perhaps too harshly in Harry’s opinion. “Our little game was fun, but I missed you.”

Harry smiled, screw this being petty, screw lying awake at night missing Draco. Who cares?

He took another step closer, finally close enough to reach out and touch Draco. He reached for his hands first, holding them gently.

And Draco finally looked him in the eye.

“I missed you too, Godric of course I missed you silly,” Harry laughed, and bless him, he couldn’t help but bring Draco into a bone crushing hug.

Draco returned the hug in kind, his chin poking the top of Harry’s head.

“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered. “I ruined your party, and I should’ve just walked away.”

“Draco, I’m not happy you punched my friend,” Harry started. “But I am happy that you stuck up for yourself. Maybe next time don’t punch anyone.”

Draco laughed, a small thing, but it made Harry’s heart soar all the same. He squeezed Draco tighter, kissing his neck innocently.

“You’re not going to the ball with Diggory, are you?” Draco asked quietly, his nerves causing his voice to crack.

Harry pulled away, his hand wrapping around Draco’s neck. “Silly boy, I’m going with you. If you’ll have me, of course.”

“You’re crazy to think I wouldn’t,” Draco snorted, his hands finally settling on Harry’s waist.

He would always enjoy Draco’s hands there.

“Well… we are alone in an old classroom,” Harry started. “And I have been so terribly lonely this past week.”

Draco’s eyes widened, then he smirked. “I can’t help but agree.”

“Mm, less talking, more fucking.”

‧˚♞˚‧

“Oh, Ron, let's go!” Hermione groaned, tugging on his arm. “You’re being dramatic!”

But Ron stood still, completely frozen.

“I don’t know what you expected, make up sex is the best sex,” Pansy chuckled.

“Bloody hell! Can we never be nosey with those two again!” Ron cried, actual tears welling up in his eyes.

“Ron, we’re leaving now,” Hermione persisted.

“Fine,” Ron muttered, sulking all the way back to the common room.

Notes:

pls let me know if u guys like this... i barely have the energy to write anymore and ive almost dropped this fic all together

Chapter 8: harry learns the hippogriff

Summary:

AWWUWGWHW THIS ONE!!! THIS IS THE ONE!!!!

‧˚𓃬˚‧

Harry fiddled with the collar of his dress robes for about the tenth time in five minutes, and Ron sighed beside him.

“You look fine, Harry!” Ron exclaimed, then gestured to himself. “I look like an old lady!”

“But I don’t want to look just “fine” Ron, I want to look perfect,” Harry sighed, he turned to sit on his bed. “I already know Draco is going to look spectacular, if I look bad then it makes him look bad.”

“Wow you’ve really got it bad for that prick,” Ron said, then oofed at the pillow Harry threw at him. “I am glad you two are talking again, the air feels lighter.”

“Oh shut it,” Harry said dismissively, but he was happy too. In fact, Draco had taught him how to dance properly.

You know, so he wouldn’t embarrass the other man any further other than just by being Harry.

“You’re thinking too loud again, Harry,” Ron complains as he pulls his shoes on. “We have to go or we’re going to be late.”

“Yeah, right,” Harry just muttered, grabbing his little flower meant for Draco before rushing out of the dorms with Ron.

They reached the entrance to the hall and paused, Harry looking around for Draco and Ron looking like a lost puppy.

“Do you know who Hermione’s coming with?” Ron whispered in Harry’s ear.

“Not exactly,” Harry muttered back, not looking away from the crowd.

There, coming from the dungeons with such a grace that Harry couldn’t wrap his head around, was Draco. He was wearing white, a complete opposite to Harry’s mostly black dress robes (with hints of green, thanks to Draco).

And he was absolutely beautiful.

Harry ran down the stairs, ignoring Ron’s protests behind him. He shouldered past people without caring, though he did apologize as he did so.

Then he finally reached Draco, who was fussing with his own collar with Parkinson much like Harry was earlier. Harry cleared his throat behind him.

Draco turned so fast it was like he was commanded to. “Harry! Hi, hello love,” Oh he was nervous, just as nervous as Harry. How sweet.

“Silly silly man,” was all Harry said before he pinned the black flower to Draco’s robes. “You look stunning, by the way.”

Draco’s cheeks turned red and his eyes went wide, before they softened and he smiled. “And you look delicious, my dear.”

Harry smiled before he was interrupted by McGonagall tugging at his arm. “There you are Potter, come along now you mustn't be late. Ah where is your date? Ms. Chang or Ms Granger?”

“Er, actually Professor, Draco is my date tonight,” Harry gestured awkwardly to Draco, who seemed to lose all color in his face.

“Right,” She seemed to not believe him, but went along with it nonetheless. “Come line up with the other champions.”

“For what, exactly?” Harry asked, interlocking arms with Draco as they followed McGonagall to the doors of the hall.

“The champions must begin the first dance, of course,” McGonagall said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Right,” Oh, wouldn’t someone just kill Harry already.

But then Draco squeezed his hand with the one not interlocked with Harry’s, and everything was going to be okay.

And Harry had to pretend to not be shocked when he saw Parkinson and Hermione in coordinating gowns, and even less shocked (for some reason) to see Ron with Zabini and their matching wizards chess piece badges.

Disgusting, and cute.

Then they reached the middle of the floor, and he turned to face Draco with a look of actual distress that the taller man soothed with a kiss to his forehead.

Yeah, everything was okay again.

“Am I leading or are you?” Draco asked.

“What?”

“Oh Salazar,” was all Draco muttered before taking Harry’s hand into one of his, and his other hand finding Harry’s waist. Harry put his free hand on Draco’s shoulder, he wasn’t totally out of his element. He followed Draco’s steps as best he could, trying not to step on his toes too much.

Eventually, everyone else stepped forward and began dancing with their partners, and Harry tried his best to focus on Draco, but he was so worried about what other people were thinking or what they were saying.

“Hey, eyes on me, alright?” Draco said quietly with a soft smile on his face. “Their thoughts don’t matter, what matters is us here and now. We made it and we’re okay.”

Draco was so sweet to him, always too nice. He seemed to read his mind half the time. So Harry just nodded, keeping his eyes on Draco’s as they continued to dance, hoping he wasn’t hurting Draco as he stepped on his toes.

Eventually, the first dance song ended, and with it Harry slumped onto Draco’s shoulder. The taller man just laughed before he dragged Harry away from the crowd and to an empty table.

They sat down and leaned onto each other as they watched all the people in the crowd. They pointed out any unexpected couples, and of course the expected ones as they chuckled.

And of course, their friends eventually found their table and they all sat together, and what a sight that was. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Parkinson, Ron, Zabini, Ginny, and Neville all at the same table? What kind of dream was this, and how could he stay in it forever?

They all chatted like they had been friends for years, like anything that happened in the past four years was nothing but a memory.

Harry could die a happy man.

But eventually, after a couple more dances and his favorite song, it was time to return to the real world. The professors began kicking people out of the hall and ordered them to go back to their dorms.

Of course, Harry and Draco didn’t immediately go to their separate dorms, they huddled under Harry’s cloak and made their way to the black lake. Once they made it far enough they took off the cloak and laid down on the grass.

They didn’t even care that it was still wet from melted snow.

They sat in silence, their hands finding each other as they always did, and they just looked at the stars together.

“I never thought we would be here, you know,” Draco spoke up, and Harry turned to look at him only to find Draco was already looking at him.

“What do you mean?” Harry wasn’t nervous, hush.

“At a ball, out in public, together, all of it. It feels like a dream and I don’t ever want to wake up.”

“I know what you mean. Earlier, at the ball when we were all sitting together, I felt like it wasn’t real. I felt like I would wake up and it would all be gone.’’

“But it’s real,” because Draco always finished his sentences, or his thoughts. “I can’t even begin to describe how grateful I am for you, how you kept me company when Buckbeak broke my arm. Without that day, I don’t think I would be half the person that I am. I mean, I’ve begun to enjoy Weasley’s company.”

Harry laughed. “You did that all by yourself, I’m afraid. I just gave you the push.”

“Oh you,” Draco laughed before rolling onto Harry, causing them both to roll a couple times as they laughed.

After rolling in the mud and a few innocent kisses here or there, the two found Harry’s cloak and under it they returned to the castle. This time Harry walked Draco down to the dungeons, stealing a few more kisses before Draco disappeared into the Slytherin dorms.

Harry skipped to the Gryffindor dorms, laughing with Neville about how late they got back in before the two snuck into their beds.

Harry slept peacefully that night. Not a nightmare in sight.

Notes:

i might have vanished again... got really bad mental space and fell out of my hp fixation BUT we are back... expect more from me very soon.... AKA DRON FIC COMING SOON WHO CHEERED?? also pls give criticism bc i feel like my writing can be soooo much better

Notes:

please give feedback! i am open to criticism and am looking to improve on my writing!

draco malfoy is so whipped is now my favorite tag omfg