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bringing back himbo harry who drags his bf to the gym to workout but all draco does is take selfies and thirst after watch harry
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「 INSTA & KO-FI: aceveria 」
It was a silent eerie night. There was no wind, only the soft glow of the moon and a owl hooting far away. Draco was standing on the top of the astronomy tower, looking out over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was so quit and so dark, but there deep in the forbidden forest he could see sparks of white light. Magic no doubt. Draco was interested and silent like a ghost walked out of the castle. Walking through the forest always gave Draco not so nice memories. But he was determined to find the light. When he reached a clearance in the woods he saw a figure. Waving with their wand and making white light spit out of it. A stag of white dust walked around the clearance, spotting Draco and making a beeline straight for him. Draco stumbled backwards falling to the ground. When he saw a hand in front of him he took it and stood up. He looked in the persons eyes to see a hell load of green swimming around. “Why did it take you so long to get here?” Potter asked. Draco looked at him for another 5 seconds and gave him a kiss on his nose. “I’m so used to the dark, it took me some time to get the courage to follow the light.”
i was in a restaurant parking lot waiting for my mum when i saw this guy with messy raven black hair and round glasses talking on the phone as he walked in. i was like ‘omg it’s harry potter’ but then a few minutes later i saw a guy with nice blonde hair and pale skin walk into the restaurant and i was like “OMG ITS DRACO! THEY ARE GOING ON A DATE!!!!” so yeah i witnessed muggle drarry.
This is a continuation of Gym Class, which I did a little while ago. TURNS OUT that that boy i like (yeah you know the one i based that ficlet off of)...yes well things have INDEED happened.
Here we go.
Draco was tired of Harry Potter. Completely exhausted of him. If he had to see that stupid, gorgeous face one more time this week, he was going to actually explode. The worse part was that whenever Draco saw Harry in the corridors, Harry would just stare at him. It was clear that Harry saw and recognized Draco, but he wasn’t smiling at him.
It only took Pansy severely shaking him that Draco realized that it could possibly be because Draco was staring Harry down in a similar fashion. Sitting in class, it took all of Draco’s willpower not to slap himself in the forehead.
So the next day in gym class, Draco smiled. And surprisingly, Harry smiled back. Draco might as well have just erupted into flames, the way his bones melted and his whole face burned bright red. Harry did not seem to notice, however, because he sat right next to Draco to stretch after they had finished their exercises for the day.
“Oh shit,” Harry muttered as he sat down. Draco couldn’t help but turn to look at him.
“What?” Draco asked, his mouth speaking before his brain could catch up to tell him to shut up.
“Just sat in a puddle of water,” Harry groaned.
Draco laughed before he could stop himself. “You shouldn’t sit right under the water fountain then!”
Harry looked up at him in surprise and shrugged. Then scooted closer with a laugh. Scooted closer to Draco. They weren’t too far apart now. Oh wow.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair absentmindedly before bending over to stretch. Draco flicked his eyes away before Harry could catch him staring.
Oh wow.
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The next day could have been better.
“Oh, hey, what’s up?” Harry said, turning slightly towards Draco upon realizing he was walking behind him.
“Oh, hi!” Draco stammered, trying to act like he hadn’t been deliberately walking slower as to avoid speaking to Harry. If Draco went up to talk to him first, then surely he would realize that Draco liked him. No. It was out of the question.
Maybe hadn’t heard him over the chatter of their classmates, but he didn’t say anything else when he walked to the lockers to change. Damn. Draco should have just said hi. Now Harry would think Draco didn’t want to talk to him.
If only Harry knew how much the opposite was true.
Harry must have forgotten about the whole thing from yesterday, because when he walked into the gym, he seemed perfectly happy. In fact, he walked across the whole gym waving at Draco before Draco realized Harry was actually waving at him. Draco waved back shyly, blushing, before Harry grinned and walked off to take his seat.
Not ten minutes later, Harry jogged over to Draco to carry out the warm ups with him.
This couldn’t be real.
Harry Potter would not willingly run through warm ups with school-wide nerd Draco Malfoy. But here he was. And he talked.
He was much chattier than Draco had originally thought.
This only displayed itself further the next day for the mile run. Harry ran the whole thing with him. Now, to someone else, this might have been nothing. But Harry Potter was a fast runner, and not only could Draco keep up with him, but Harry actually talked to him when they ran.
And he talked so much.
On and on about his classes, his car, his life, the music he liked, the sports he liked, the way his shins hurt when he ran.
Draco could have listened to him talk forever.
When Harry Potter double high-fived him at the end of the run, Draco’s smile nearly split his face into two.
For the next three days, Draco felt like he was floating on air. Enough so that he even considered asking Harry to the upcoming dance. Unfortunately, as the dance was only two days away, Draco felt it would be too last minute to ask him.
Thank goodness he hadn’t.
The dance was spectacular. Draco laughed and danced wildly with his friends, and the decorations were stunningly themed outer space. And Harry over there, with his arms in the air and his dark hair falling in his face, might have been the most beautiful thing Draco had ever seen.
But he didn’t wave to Draco. Draco didn’t even know if Harry had seen him. It didn’t matter. Walking out of the dance, Harry distinctly put his hand on a red haired girl’s waist and leaned into her before leaning down to whisper something in her ear. She threw back her head and laughed, and Harry smiled.
Draco put his head down and stopped watching.
It took Draco two weeks to figure out the red haired girl was Ginny Weasley, star soccer player, exchange student from England, and one of the prettiest girls in the entire school.
Draco had been wrong thinking that Harry might like him. Even just as a friend. Clearly, he was just someone to be talked to in gym class. The only class they had together, and the only time Harry wanted to talk to him. Fine. If Harry needed a friend for one class only, then Draco would be that.
Things had a habit of not working out in Draco’s life. Why should this be any different?
MORE NOTES:
okay so LISTEN. this is not where we’re leaving off. nor is this where ive been left off in my own life. so so much has happened since the first gym class thing i wrote that i just couldnt get it all down in one go. as it is, i smooshed some events together to save some time.
Every Easter Harry would wake up at 8am and prepare breakfast, make everything perfect and squish some oranges for orange juice. Then he would wake Draco up, which always took a good 10 minutes. They would eat breakfast together and then Harry would hide the Easter eggs for Draco. Then Draco would complain about how he is an adult and should not look for Easter eggs. But he would always ask for a few more times. This year is different though. This year a little 7 year, freshly officially adopted Teddy searches around for the Easter eggs. And Draco sits grumbly in the corner of the room.
I can imagine when everyone is muggle and Harry goes to Hogwarts high school. He misses his old school and friends, he doesn't quit like this one. When he first arrives there he sees a guy standing close by the door and not just any guy. It's like the guy of his dreams, white blond hair, thin but mucled and the most beautiful grey blue eyes. When the guy introduces him self as "Draco Malfoy, I'll be your guid and to-go-to guy if you have any questions." Along the way Harry falls more and more in love with Draco, but he thinks it is one sided. Then in December on a snowy Christmas night Harry sits outside on the staircase. Draco comes to sit next to him and whispers "mistletoe" to which Harry looks up into Draco's eyes. He tries to speak but Draco is already kissing him. Harry finds he does start to warm up to the school a bit. At least, his lips are.
