ruin @drarrymicrofic [492 words]
âWhy the fuck are you following me?â Malfoy says, his voice harsh and cold. In Harryâs defense, he wasnât following him. He was simply⊠in the same hallway. Every day. At the same time.
It wasnât Harryâs fault that Malfoy had grown up to be one hell of a man. Malfoy was a renowned senior-level Healer, with his powers highly sought after. His grey Healer robes bore numerous insignias that Harry probably couldnât even pronounce. As Head Auror, Harry spoke with him quite often about cases, but never beyond that.Â
Harry always thought Malfoy would grow up to be cold and pointy, like an oversized version of his 13-year-old self. But instead, he had the beauty and elegance of his mother with the sharpness of his father. His long, silvery hair easily fell past his shoulders, his grey eyes like pools you could fall into if you stared long enough. Harry was very sure he wasnât the only one who had noticed the striking beauty of Draco Malfoy, judging by the lingering glances the man often got.
âIâm not following you,â
âOh, really? You just happened to have the same schedule as me every day for the past fucking month?â Malfoy steps closer.
âErâŠâ
âI donât know what you suspect me of doing, but I will not hesitate to report your use of your Head Auror position to conduct some sort of unauthorized surveillance,â Malfoy says, his tone biting.Â
Harry falters. âWait, what-â
âIâm not naive. What do you think Iâm up to now? Using dark magic on my patients? Stealing Ministry files? Iâm not the boy I was back at school, and whatever ludicrous stalking youâre up to is a waste of your time and mine. I would never do anything to ruin my career, and that includes allowing your meddling.â
âDinner.â Harry blurts out, watching Malfoyâs coldness slowly turn into confusion. âHave you eaten dinner?â
âNo,â Malfoy says, slowly. âI havenât,â Malfoy is now looking at Harry the same way a healer looks at a Janus Thickney Ward patient. Harry isnât sure if thatâs an improvement or not.
âI havenât either. I was wondering if you want to do that. With me. Tonight. For dinner eating purposes.â Harry sees Malfoyâs eyes darken, and he immediately backpedals. âOr not. Not works perfectly fine, too.âÂ
âDid someone put you up to this?â Malfoy asks, eyes narrowed.
âNo! No, I just- I wanted to spend some time with you. And get to, er, know you.â Harry finishes, a bit pathetically.Â
âYouâve been illegally stalking me, so you could ask me out for dinner?â Malfoy asks him, looking at him like heâs announced heâs the new Voldemort.Â
âFor fuckâs sake I wasnât stalking- you know what, yes,â Harry says, defeated.
âThat is⊠very unexpected,â Malfoy says, looking at him oddly.
âYou look good in healerâs robes,â Harry says weakly.Â
Malfoyâs smile is downright lethal. âI look better out of them.â
Ah, shit.
He's ruined.















