"Potter, don't tell me you're wearing that to your date tonight?" Draco questions with distain. As much as it pains his heart to see Harry go on a date, that doesn't mean he won't ge a good friend and advise him on his horrible fashion choices.
Harry looks down at his tshirt and jeans and looks up at Draco with a confused expression, "Yeah what's wrong with these?"
"Nothing if you never want a second date in your life." Draco replies as he starts rummaging around the closet. At last he finds a button-up shirt and a pair of trousers, both of which had been forcefully bought on Draco's insistence. He throws them at Harry and orders him to get changed.
When Harry gets out of the bathroom, Draco has a hard time taking his eyes off him. Harry, he looks positively edible. He knew green would suit Harry perfectly, stubborn git doesn't want to wear Slytherin colours.
"Well...?" Harry asks at last, when Draco just stares.
"You'll do, I suppose." Draco says with an air of indifference.
"Alright, I'm off then!" Harry bids his goodbye and leaves the house.
An hour after Harry has left...
"Harry!" Draco hears someone call out from the living room, so he bookmarks his books and goes to check and sure enough Weasley and Granger are standing there looking around for Harry.
"Weasley, Granger hello." Draco greets and they greet him back and ask for Harry.
"Oh he has gone on an date actually. Some app called Tinder or something, he said it's the new form of dating these days. Terribly dire if you ask me." Draco says and Weasley and Granger share a look.
He understands why Harry is often pissed off about Granger and Weasley and their looks.
"Tell me he isn't actually that much of an idiot." Weasley says and shakes his head.
"We all agree he is an idiot but why exactly in this case, if you don't mind me asking." Draco asks.
"Because he clearly can't see that you're deeply in love with him, that's why!" Weasley growls in frustration. And Draco stops breathing, no it can't be. Weasley, oblivious Weasley can't be so observant.
"Yes, Draco we both know. Have known for quite some time and believe it or not. Ron had been the one to concur it." Granger replies calmly, as if they are talking about knowing a first year spell and not Draco's love for Harry.
"But- but how?"
"You're not as subtle as you think you're, mate. Not when it comes to Harry and-" Just then Harry comes in with a loud pop, looking thoroughly disgusted and looks like he needs a drink or nine.
"Draco!" He says before he takes in their guests, "Oh hello Ron, hi Hermione."
"Hey Harry," they both say in unison.
"You're early, you know?" Draco says and Harry's eyes snaps back to his.
"Yes I know. Turns out even Muggleborns use Tinder and this bloke was totally heroworshiping me and I couldn't take it. Made it seem I'm taking him home, paid the bill. Outside in the alleyway, I modified his memory and apparated directly here." Harry shrugs as if memory modification isn't a crime at all.
"Harry! You can't just do that to any one!" Hermione says with indignation.
"Mate, I'm an Auror. You should not be saying that infront of me." Ron says at the same time. But Harry just waves his hand at them.
"Oh c'mon Hermione. I didn't want my name on the front page again, 'Chosen One Chooses Prefers to Date Muggles' or whatever rubbish they come up with this time. And mate, you won't turn me in in your wildest dreams so...." Harry says then frowns, "What are you both doing here?"
"Oh we came to look for you. Draco said you had gone out. Let's go out for a pint then?" Weasley suggests and looks at Hermione and they have some kind of married couple conversation.
"Yes, let's go. You too, Draco. Go get changed." Granger says and smiles sweetly at him. Draco does not like that smile one bit.
"Okay..." Because what else would you say to Hermione Granger.
When he comes back out, the couple is nowhere to be seen and Harry is sitting on the couch waiting for Draco.
"Ron and Hermione remembered some urgent work and left. We can still go, if you're in." Harry says and Draco nods in agreement and both of them floo to the leaky.
They greet Hannah at the bar and get their drinks and food, making way towards the corner table. As soon as they are inside, Harry projects out privacy and silencing spells, effectively shutting out the loud pub.
"Do you think anyone would ever actually like me for me?" Harry asks abruptly.
"Yes I think so."
"You can't be sure, can you? I don't think I would ever find someone who likes me, Harry and not the Savior of the fucking Wizarding World." Harry says, somewhat morosely.
"That's not true, Harry and you know that."
"Well I bloody well don't. Give me one name, Draco. One person who has liked me for myself and never for being the Chosen One or any of that shit. Cho doesn't ever count because well she didn't like me. And Ginny liked me as Chosen One before it became something else. Never any fucking one has liked me for me. Nuh uh, all they want is the fucking Saviour. I'm bloody person, dammit." Harry dumps the pint glass loudly on the table in frustration and Draco has to say it.
"I...uh I like you." Draco stammers and Harry looks up sharply at him.
"I know you like me, Draco but I'm not talking about that, I want someone to like me as a partner!"
"Yes Harry, and I'm saying exactly that. I like like you. As someone I would like to date and not just as a friend." Woah Draco said that without so much as stammering. He pats himself mentally as Harry inhales sharply.
"Look, you obviously don't have to do anything about it, I mean I just wanted to point out that you're wrong and clearly Potter, you must know me well enough to be sure that your fame has never been an attracting factor to me. Rather the opposite, really. So it's not that. I like you Harry as you are as a person and not for defeating that old fart," Draco says, nervousness and Harry's silence making him say just about anything.
"Draco, I had no idea really. And I would like to date you. Let's see where the road takes us. If you'll let me," Harry says and he smiles shyly at Draco. Draco just nods in return.
"So can today be considered a date? Or the Leaky too bland for your posh tastes, huh?" Harry jokes and Draco snorts at that playfully.
"Well the Leaky is sort of plebian for my posh tastes but you know just this once I'll allow it," Draco says in his most posh accent possible.
"Woah, Draco you're so generous. What would I ever for such generosity?" Harry says and they both look at each other for a moment before both of them are snickering out loud and can't keep the smiles off their face.
And Draco suddenly remembers why it was so easy to fall in love with Harry in the first place as they chat and spend the evening together.
Harry and Ron were enjoying coffee and toasted teacakes in the Ministry Canteen.
“Noticed Draco had those horrible teal socks on during briefing,” Ron said, giving his best-mate a glance over their plates. “Not real his style is it? Posh git like him, wearing the same thing two days in a row?”
Harry focussed on scraping the last crumbs onto his fork.
In his mind’s eyes he could remember the sight of Draco getting dressed that morning, dishevelled, sleep-rumpled and beautiful.
He smiled to himself. Socks weren’t the only item of clothing that Draco had re-worn for work that morning.
A gift for @amortentiaboys. Looking forward to your mini-fic challenge 💥💥
