I’ve been sitting out on my back porch with my neighbor, watching a hot guy jog past every day at 6pm and it made me imagine…
•After the War, Draco takes some of his inheritance and abandons the magical world in an attempt to learn to breathe without the weight of his family’s expectation and wizarding society’s judgement. He moves into a pretty little house in a busy Muggle neighborhood full of families. It’s the kind of place with welcoming front porches, big backyards, and wine moms.
•It doesn’t take the wine moms of the neighborhood long to adopt Draco.
•One afternoon as Draco gets home from the market, his neighbor, Kayleee Rae (the extra E makes it unique!) frantically gestures for him to come over.
•APPARENTLY, there is this super fit guy who jogs past every day around 4pm and Draco simply MUST SEE HIM. Kayleee Rae, Irelund, Braylynne, and Heaven Neveah all have another glass of cab sauv while they wax poetic about this guy’s thick thighs and perfect arse and muscular arms and Draco is fucking intrigued at this point, okay?
•It doesn’t take long before Draco sees the guy in the distance and he and all of the wine moms arrange themselves “discreetly” on the porch. There is no doubt that this guy is fit as hell but he also seems kind of…familiar. As Hot Jogger approaches the corner of Kayleee Rae’s house, Draco realizes with horror that those thighs and arse and arms belong to Harry fucking Potter! Harry Potter has invaded Draco’s neighborhood with his Jogging Route of Sex and Corruption of Wine Moms and dares to rudely run past without even glancing Draco’s way! Oh hell no. This will never do.
•The next day, at 3:58pm, Draco is wearing his tightest black jeans that are ripped in all of the right places. He bends waaaay over to pick up the newspaper just as Harry jogs past and he is gratified to hear a stumble and a curse behind him. He turns, flipping his long blonde hair out of his face, just in time to see a flash of white teeth and dimples and not an ounce of surprise on Harry’s face as he continues to jog past. He looks up at his neighbor’s house and Braylynne gives him a thumbs up and a cheeky grin.
•Draco spills his coffee on his Prada Saffiano Leather Booties when Potter runs past SHIRTLESS with a smirk and a nod. When did Potter get all of that gorgeous…glistening…chest hair? Those boots were a thousand dollars! How dare Potter have so little care for fashion?! How dare Potter have nipples on Draco’s street! This is war.
•Draco works on his yoga flexibility in the front yard. He is, of course, doing this for his health, NOT for the benefit of anyone else. Harry’s green eyes are wide and he jogs slowly and then stops as Draco flows gracefully into Uttana Shishosana oh his knees with his spandex-clad arse in the air. He hears Heaven Neveah giggle from Kayleee Rae’s porch and Harry jogs away quickly (but not before Draco spots the pink flush on the back on his neck). Point to Draco.
•Excuse me, but Draco is pretty sure it should be illegal to run in loose gray joggers without pants!!! Harry is going to hurt someone with that thing if he keeps slinging it around, preferably Draco. Draco mentally awards at least 8 thick points to Potter, who winks and calls “Hi Draco” as he passes. Draco does NOT like the way his name sounds in Harry’s Potter’s mouth. (Oh but he does. He really does.)
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