Can I request a drarry with Beauxbatons!Draco and Durmstrang!Harry ?
Hi dearie~ So. This isn’t a super specific prompt, so i just did what felt right. This is sort of set during the goblet of fire, but i think that the two are maybe sixth year? They’re certainly not as young as canon goblet of fire. (I also didnt spellcheck b/c im on mobile traveling to visit family atm, so theres a lot of lowercase names and the like) hope you enjoy this. Its a bit longer than i thought. Oops.
————-Harry was hopeless, honestly. He was sitting at the slytherin house table with ron and hermione, both of whom were chatting quite happily with the students from hogwarts and beauxbatons.
Harry was just… struggling. He was struggling because of a certain blonde haired boy sitting a few people down from the trio. He was beautiful; everything about him emanated light. His skin was pale, untouched but for a few freckles that harry could just barely see above the collar of the boys shirt. His hair couldn’t be described as yellow- as most blondes could be. No. His hair was almost white in color, like spun silk.
Honestly, harry couldn’t find a fault with the boy. The only issue was, neither could anyone else.
Thinking back to a conversation that he and ron had had the previous night, harry decided (for once) to listen to his friends advice:
“Mate, if you don’t ask him to the ball, someone else is going to- if they haven’t already. Just go ask. The worst he can say is no.”
Harry stood from the bench he was sat on and tried to act confident as he walked over to where the boy sat.
———————Pansy nudged draco roughly in his ribs, making him jerk away from her.
“The fuck, pans?” Draco covered his mouth as he spoke, having just had a bit of toast.
The girl slid her eyes to the side and draco startled a bit as he followed them. The cute durmstrang that he had been keeping an eye on was heading in their direction. The boy had the most unruly hair draco had seen in his life (what would mother think of that).
He had the greenest eyes as well. Almost like sunlight hitting a canopy of trees. It was a nice contrast to his darker complexion, draco thought.
The boy radiated confidence as he strode over to dracos side. And, in a surprising move that draco greatly appreciated, the boy sank into a crouch next to him so that they were almost eye to eye.
“Hallo.” And oh lord, draco was gone. The boy had a nice voice; not too low in pitch but most certainly not that high, nasally tone of the schools potions master. (snape? Yes. That was right)
“…hi.” Draco choked out as pansy elbowed him again.
The durmstrang boys eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned.
“Im Harry. Er, Harry Potter.” He held his hand out to draco, presumably to shake.
This, Draco knew. He was good at controlling people- especially those who fancied him. And gods he hoped this boy- Harry- fancied him.
Smirking, draco laid his hand gently in harry’s, making no move to tighten his grip to shake the others hand.
Much to dracos surprise, this move didn’t seem to deter harry as the durmstrang simply lifted dracos hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles.
“I… didn’t get your name?”
—————–
Harry was cursing himself internally. Why had that come out as a question? It was meant to be a statement!
“Malfoy.” Harry heard the soft utter from the beauxbaton over his mental barage of thoughts. “Draco Malfoy.”
Harry saw the soft flush of pink flooding dracos cheeks, which would have been nice if not for the look of frustration on dracos face. He didnt seem to like being out of control of the situation, if harry was reading him right.
Change the subject, potter.
With a mental slap to the face, harry gained his bearings again and cleared his throat.
“Well, ah, draco. I was wondering if…” a deep breath “youwouldliketogototheyuleballwithme?”
Draco was staring at him like some animal at the zoo. It looked like he was trying to comprehend what harry had just said.
“Im… sorry? I didn’t quite catch that.” Draco tilted his head to the side cutely- harry thought.
Another clearing of his throat.
“I… do you… augh!” Draco looked startled as harry groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his hair.
“Go to the yule ball with me?” Green eyes met blue.
All draco could do was nod.
————-
Harry was at a loss for words eleven days later. Draco had just come down the last flight of stairs that led to the great hall.
He was stunning. His dress robes looked more like a muggle tuxedo than traditional wizarding garb, and everything was cut perfectly, fitting draco like a glove. Dark blue like sapphires, making dracos eyes and hair stand out in an incredible fashion.
Harry felt under dressed in his durmstrang uniform, though draco hadn’t taken his eyes off of him since they had laid eyes on eachother.
“Hallo.” Harry said as draco came to stand by his side. The beauxbaton boy smirked and took harry’s arm.
“… hi.”