Hiiii, My name is Sofia and this is the first prompt I’ve written for this blog. My ao3 account is Softhegreat. If you want to personally request a prompt come down to my tumblr @sofiaimam. This was unbetaed. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.
Harry grumbled, irritated as yet another person crashed into his shoulder. Not a single one had apologized, and this only agitated Harry even more. Sliding his magic-resistant phone from his pocket, he opened up the photo Ron had sent him of their seat numbers. Finally, Harry located the seats that were pretty close to the field and hurried over to them, desperate to get out of the rowdy crowd. Soon enough though, Harry regretted his haste to sit down because of who was sitting right beside his seat. Draco Malfoy.
Draco. Fucking. Malfoy.
As Harry contemplated the pros and cons of walking back into the crowd, Ron spotted and waved him over which obviously caught the attention of Malfoy, who looked over curiously. Only for the curious gaze to harden and for the soft smile on his lips to pull up into a sneer.
Harry felt disappointment gather in his chest, which made him feel as though there was a ton resting on his lungs. See Harry had a problem with Malfoy but nothing like his previous problems. No, this new problem was much much worse.
It arose when Harry had run into Malfoy in Hermione’s office. He hadn’t seen Malfoy in two years until Hermione had managed to convince the head of her department to hire Malfoy. Harry still didn’t know what caused her change of heart towards Malfoy but Harry didn’t mind it. That’s because Harry frequented Hermione’s office quite often and now he got to see Malfoy every time he did. Anyways, the first time they had bumped into each other again Harry assumed he walked in right after Hermione had cracked a joke. He came to this conclusion because when he had entered Malfoy was bent over, his hand resting on presumably his desk and was wheezing with the strength of his laughter. He was red in the face which was further emphasized by his pale skin and tears were running down his face.
And Harry- well Harry fell just a little bit in love with this new side of Malfoy that he had never seen before. This Malfoy had zero of his usual haughtiness or contempt, he was lacking any of his usual air of grace and at that moment he just seemed like any other twenty something having a laugh with his mates. Harry had no judgment on Malfoy’s current character because he hadn’t seen him in a while but a small part of Harry just presumed he had never changed. Yet, right now right in front of him was a completely new image of Malfoy that had now managed to strike Harry’s heart. Unfortunately, Malfoy had noticed Harry and the way Harry was frozen and probably assumed the worse because the smile immediately fell from his face and Malfoy straightened. Any previous amusement Malfoy carried on his face seemed to disappear. Of course, Harry had made the situation even worse because instead of greeting Malfoy, he simply turned and walked out. And ever since then every time Harry had bumped into Malfoy, he seemed to fuck up their delicate relationship even more. Once, he even spilled hot coffee on Malfoy’s crisp white shirt, which granted was his fault because he was distracted by the way the shirt had stretched across his chest .Anyway, Malfoy had walked away before Harry could even begin apologize but before he left he spared some words that caused Harry’s heart to drop to his stomach.
“You hate me being here that strongly, Potter?”
This brought them to Harry’s present problem, he had to sit next to Malfoy because Ron and Hermione rarely got to see each other and this game was them finally being able to spend some quality time together. Gingerly walking up the steps, Harry’s head hung low, eyes refusing to meet Malfoy’s. He pulled the seat down and sat down, and then exhaled sharply at the cold pinch of the seat. He wrapped his brown coat even tighter around his built frame and hunched over his knees, the game hadn’t even started and Harry already wanted to go home.
He heard Malfoy grumble under his breath.
“It’s like you forget you’re a wizard, ridiculous.”
Harry only managed to hear this before heat seemed to appear out of nowhere, spreading from the middle of his chest down to tips of his toes and to the top of his head. However, the knowledge that it was Malfoy’s heating spell that made Harry even warmer. He glanced over at Malfoy who was already looking at him and smiled softly. Harry saw surprise flicker in Malfoy’s eyes as though he had expected Harry to get mad at the spell he cast without permission before he nodded his head stiffly and turned towards the field again. Disappointment filled his chest again, he really thought that that was finally an opening to apologize and start over. Harry’s head turned back towards the field when he heard the enthusiastic cheering that had started up from the crowd.
In the middle of the field was a screen that anyone in their seats could see, the sight filled Harry with dread. It was based off a muggle tradition but was made worse because through some albeit amazing work by the creators. It was the basic idea of a kiss cam but the camera only landed on people of mutual attraction and strong chemistry. The thought managed to soothe some of Harry’s concerns, mutual attraction, it had to be mutual. No longer worried, Harry watched as mainly couples were paired up, and cringed when it landed on Ron and Hermione who hadn’t hesitated before locking lips. Harry looked over at his friends to give them a wink and flash them a cheeky grin but he hesitated when he looked over and saw them staring back at him. Both of their mouths had dropped and were staring at Harry in shock, eyes flickering between him and surprisingly Malfoy. Harry looked at him considering maybe something had happened to him before being met with another confusing sight. Malfoy had shockingly gone even paler than normal and his eyes were wide with obvious shock, he was staring at the field. Harry felt his drop as he realized what had happened before he even looked over.
Right up there on the big screen was Harry and Malfoy, if it were happening to anyone else Harry would’ve been dying with laughter at their expressions but seeing as it was happening to him it wasn’t as funny. Oh god, his life was over, Malfoy would find out why Harry was always so awkward now and so would Hermione and Ron. Fuck, why didn’t he just run into the crowd when he had the chance, actually that didn’t seem like such a bad idea right now. Just as Harry was about to leap out of his seat, he felt a warm hand grip his bicep. Harry didn’t turn over to the person the hand belonged to. It soon became obvious that he didn’t have a choice because another hand came up and grabbed his chin turning it to face Malfoy. Malfoy didn’t move his hand once he held eye contact instead his hand slipped along Harry’s jaw and stroked it lightly. Harry stopped breathing, the look in Draco’s eyes was breathtaking and he fell just a little more in love. Draco’s heated breath fell across his lips as he leaned down and Draco reached up. Their lips met at the middle and the crowd that had been watching with anticipation, roared with relief because all of them had recognized the duo on the screen. Harry felt the thundering in his chest but he was pretty sure it was just an effect from finally being able to kiss Draco. Their lips parted for a breath of air and Harry felt Draco’s lips stretch into a soft smile and Harry felt his heart smiling back before he pressed his lips against Draco’s for the second time.