I saw this post from @drarrynesss about a Rugby Harry and a Designer Draco whoâs closed off and wanted to give it a shot! So this is kinda bad because I havenât written in a while, and genuinely donât know the logistics of tumblr. But I felt inspired and i had forgotten how much I like writing. Anyways hereâs this based off the above idea! Hope you like it!
Harry begrudgingly dragged himself down the streets of France in search of some high class designer. He was tasked with getting a hand tailored uniform for the cover photo of Rugby Today magazine. If he was being honest, Harry hated the idea, but when youâre the great Harry Potter, youâve gotta do what you gotta do. So after a lot of coffee and a lot of wandering the streets he finally found the boutique he was looking for.
He walked inside and examined the posh yet welcoming building. The place was decorated almost entirely with green and silver. Harry immediately felt a rush of embarrassment looking at his jeans and t-shirt heâd thrown on haphazardly.
Nevertheless the man proceeded to the front desk where a woman with a short bob stood and asked for his name. He gave it and she looked shocked for a moment, but then walked down a long hallway. Leaving Harry alone to peruse the fancy palace like studio. Eventually the girl came back and told him to follow her back down the hallway. She led him to a doorway at the end which had the name Draco Malfoy embossed into the black wood in silver lettering.
Harry looked around and the girl was gone, leaving him with a pang of unease. But he swallowed it down and slowly turned the doorknob. The room was very dimly lit and he could barely make out a silhouette.
âCome inâ a voice said. So he did. The voice belonged to a man of about Harryâs age. He was very tall and pale and every feature on his face seemed to come to a point. The man had a foot on Harry easily and looked so pale as if heâd been inside for a long long time. He assumed this was the designer and proceeded to introduce himself. But the man shushed him and gestured to a block which Harry stood up on.
âThis will be quick work, then you can be on your way.â The man said to Harry. He grabbed a tape measure and began taking Harryâs measurements. Harry, though heâd been in many photo shoots, had never been fitted for anything. So as soon as the man began to measure his hips he realized it tickled, quite a lot to be honest. So he struggled to stay still, which was very apparent to the pointy man.
He sighed and tried another tactic.
âWhat if you hold the measure too. Then it takes away some of the uncertainty.â he said handing the tape over to Harry. So Harry did as told and let the man guide his own hand around as he took the final measurements. Harry was close enough to the man to spot a dusting of pale freckles across his nose and cheeks. The man glanced up at Harry for a second before leaving to grab a sketchbook.
Harry waited patiently for the man to return. He didnât know why but he had the urge to ask the man questions. He could assume the man was lonely, as noted by his brash and off-putting demeanor and very short responses and Harry wanted to know why.
The pale man returned and stood in front of Harry. He slipped a pencil above his ear which pushed his blonde hair behind the ear too. The man began studying Harry. Taking moments to sketch something and occasionally scratch it out. He figured this was the time, so Harry stepped off the stand and went over to the man.
âWhat are you doingâ the man pressed, scrunching up his face angrily.
âI donât think I every got your name! Iâm Harry by the way, Harry Potterâ Harry said reaching his hand out to shake.
âGet back over there and let me finish. I have no time for conversation.â the man replied shooing Harry.
âWell anyways, I like your place, but it could use a little more...joy.â Harry returned pointing at different ways the man could renovate the studio.
âI donât need your critiques. Iâve been doing this much longer than you.â The man retorted as he watched Harry pace around his office.
âHey, so those sketchâs. I like them, but you made me look a lot more attractive than i actually am.â Harry pointed out snatching the book from the man whoâs face turned beet red.
âGive that back.â The man scowled reefing the book back from Harryâs grip.
âFine, you win.â Harry said climbing back up onto the stool. âSo whatâs your favorite color then, thatâs an easy question?â
*sigh* âGreen.â the man replied, happy to have his model back in place.
âAhh, like my eye color green? Iâve been told I have pretty eyes.â Harry said smiling in his Harry-like manner.
âUh-yeah-sure. Your eyes are green.â The man said flustered as he dropped his sketchbook.
âSo whatâs with this whole tough guy with no emotions act youâve got going? It seems kind sad.â Harry said stepping down and picking up the book for the man.
âNothing. It doesnât matter. Would you please excuse me while I go get some fabric.â The man said and hurried off.
He came back with lot of red and gold fabric and a set of needles and thread. He had no choice but to ask Harry to undress in order to get the right fit. Which led to an hour of awkward silence for the both of them. In the end Harry was left with many missed needle pokes and sorryâs from the other man, but the outfit was finished and actually looked half decent considering the struggle.
Afterwards, Harry didnât have the heart to leave the man alone again, so he decided to push the envelope once more.
âSo, since you arenât busy for the rest of the day, would you be willing to accompany me for coffee? I need some way to repay you for putting up with me!â
âWhat makes you assume Iâm not busy.â The man answered with a slightly less sour scowl.
âFine. I will join you, simply because you have put me through the ringer and I could use a breakâ the man said faking annoyance.
So after picking up the scraps, and Harry re-dressing the two headed out for a night in the city. They walked together, but neither said a word. Until Harry broke the silence. âSo, Draco is it? When was the last time you left that studio?â
âUm, itâs been, a while. But I donât mind it there. Not really.â Draco replied with a much less bitter tone.
âIsnât it nice. All of the lights and people and life!â Harry replied as Draco looked around as if heâd never something more beautiful. Harry looked at him again, this time seeing more than a snooty designer, more of a man who was so in so deep heâd need a lot of coaxing to re-surface.
âSo, if it was up to you, what would you be doing with your life?â Harry asked smiling.
âWell. I donât really know. Nobodyâs ever asked me what I want. To be honest it probably doesnât matter anyways. Itâs not like I can change anything now.â Draco said sheepishly, looking down at his feet.
âOf course it matters. I want to know. Plus, change isnât easy, but itâs not impossible. What if I tell you a stupid story about me and then whatever you have to say will pale in comparison.â Draco nodded, and Harry thought he saw the slightest smile emerge.
âOkay. So you know when you go to the fair and they have that stupid fish game. The one where you always win the fish no matter how much you suck.â Harry began, gesturing with his hands as he spoke animatedly
âIâve never been to a fair. My family didnât do that kind of thing. You know, fun stuff.â
âOh, well anyways. I was like six. I won this stupid little goldfish and named him Lucky. He was my best friend. My uncles, Remus and Sirius, bought him a cool little tank and everything. So one day little lucky was getting sick of the little tank. Or so my uncle said. So we took him and his little tank over to the pond near our house. We had this large ceremony for the little guy and then released him into the water. Then, within seconds a big ole fish came along and snatched my best friend up for some lunch. Poor six year old Harry was devastated. To this day I will never look at a fish the same way.
Draco was actually kinda smiling now. âSo your Lucky fish wasnât so lucky.â He replied, looking Harry in the face for the first time. Harry couldnât help but notice the man had brilliant blue eyes that shone when he laughed.
âNow itâs your turn.â Harry pushed, accidentally brushing his hand over Dracoâs. They both looked away for a second before Draco cleared his throat.
âMy story is much less interesting. Anyways. So one time, when I was like sixteen. I went to this party with my friends. This is how I learned I am not meant to consume alcohol of any type. So basically I was waking home, which I somehow managed to do without getting too lost. So I got to my house and went to the yard because for some reason the door wasnât good enough for me. So then all of a sudden this huge freaking bird came charging at me. I freaked out so badly and then proceeded to run back to the door, only to run strait into our sliding glass door smack on my face. Pretty sure I blacked out after that, but I genuinely do not remember.â as Draco finished Harry chuckled.
âI fee so stupid now. I shouldnât have told you that. Iâm sorry, I-â
âItâs okay. Iâm not making fun of you. Itâs called mutual laughter. Donât worry.â Harry said, taking the chance to gently slip his fingers between the other manâs. Dracoâs hand was very smooth and cold. Which was the opposite of Harryâs large clammy hands.
They walked like that for a while. With a silence this time of the peaceful sort. âThank you. Harry.â Draco said. Taking Harryâs other hand and facing him.
âNo problem. I like to make people feel better. Thatâs kinda my thing.â
âI appreciate it. Iâve had my heart broken so many times that itâs really hard for me to trust anyone anymore. Though you are the slightest bit annoying, I believe you wonât hurt me.â
âYouâre a good person Draco. I can tell. You just need some coaxing.â and then he reached over and embraced Draco.
âWhatâs this?â Draco asked as Harry guided his hands around his back.
âA hugâ Harry said, wondering how bad Dracoâs life really was to never have received a hug.
âOh,â Draco said, returning the gesture. Tears slipping from his eyes. He closed them taking in the warmth of Harry and the peace of the night, âI like hugsâ
For the rest of the night the two went on exchanging stories. Most of them lighthearted, but Harry was able to push enough to break Dracoâs hard shell too and learn about why he was so distanced from the world. Harry even managed to get Draco laughing so hard he snorted, which prompted Harry to laugh iced coffee straight out of his nose. From then on the two became much closer, and maybe it would take a while, but slowly Harry was able to gain Dracoâs trust, something that Draco didnât think could be done.
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