Harry and Draco have been assigned by Mrs. Kite to work together on a presentation for pediatrics classes. Neither of them was happy about this. They wanted to protest but before they could say anything, Mrs. Kite launched into a two-hour case report. So they stood in the middle of the hospital corridor, half listening to little Johnny's whooping cough symptoms and half glaring at each other.
But it turned out that working together on the presentation brought them closer together. Harry realized that Draco wasn't just a rich kid with an iPad... I mean, he was a rich trust fund kid with an iPad (and his own car and apartment (and that ugly big Rollex on his hand))... But there was more to Draco than his wealth and superiority complex. Harry started to feel comfortable around him. And Draco probably reciprocated this feeling.
Harry and Draco began spending more and more time together. People at university were surprised to see them eating lunch together at Bechamel or vaping between classes, talking like they were suddenly best friends.
Harry stopped taking the 145 bus home. Hell, he stopped going to the 'Kliniki - Politechnika Wrocławska' stop altogether. Now Draco drove him home after classes in his snake-like-green Chevrolet corvette.
Time passed, and Harry and Draco grew closer and closer. They were currently sitting in a patomorphology class, listening to a lecture from The Spirit Leader about how cancer can be treated with CBD oil.
At some point, probably when The Spirit Leader mentioned jacuzzi and balloon flights, Harry excused himself and went to the toilet.
Of course, there was no toilet paper in the Katedra Patomorfologii restroom. Harry sighed. Someone wise had once said that the only thing that distinguished their school from Harvard was its budget. Yeah… He could see that…
"No toilet paper again?" Harry heard Draco's deep, velvety voice behind him. He turned to look at the blond.
"Yeah…" He replied.
Draco pulled a box of tissues out of his pocket and handed them to Harry.
„Harry, let’s go alkocycling tomorrow.” He said.
„Tomorrow? No can do…” Harry sighed. „I have muzyczna.”
„Ah hell nah…” Draco shook his head. „All you do is blow this faggot, Harry!”
„And all you do is alkocycling!” Harry got defensive.
„That’s not true!” Draco took a step closer. „Currently, I am also maxxing out the map in Far Cry 6!”
„That’s not even a good game! The Far Cry series ended with Far Cry 4!” Harry raised his voice.
„You can’t tell me anything - average Dolly Parton enjoyer.” Draco leaned in closer, and now Harry could feel his steamy breath on his neck. „Do you want me to call you Rafałek too?” Draco whispered straight into Harry’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. „I know you’d like that.” He added with a smirk on his face as he pulled away from Harry. Harry stood there utterly flabbergasted. There was an on-going war in his head. Part of him wanted to slap Draco and tell him to fuck off, but he stood there completely frozen. He couldn’t fight the overpowering desire, which was drawing him to Draco and it made the fibers in his body tremble. „You’re such a cutie pie with that clueless look on your face” Draco broke the silence.
He slowly started approaching Harry again. His steps seemed to take ages. Harry couldn’t take it anymore. The fire inside him travelled throughout his whole body, from head to toes.
Suddenly, a barberic rush of adrenaline came over the both of them. The tension in between them was practically palpable like the prostate examination Rafał performed earlier that day. Harry plunged right into draco’s lips and to his surprise, the kiss wasn’t unrequitted. Before harry was able to realise it he was already unbuttoning draco’s white coat. He wanted to rip the scrubs off his body as he felt the lumps of his abs under his fingertips.
„Mind if i examine your spleen?” Harry asked shyly.
„I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Potter. We could get caught any minute.” Draco muttered under his breath as if he wasnt convinced of what came out of his mouth.
„And you’re the one to be afraid, blondie?” Harry replied. Draco blushed so hard that his cheeks turned almost maroon. „You really now how to strike a nerve. And i don’t mean as in anatomy classes” Draco looked up at harry grinning like a devil.
„Oh, fuck it.” He added after a second of hesitation. And pulled harry by his waist towards his own torso. Their lips clung to each other and could not be seperated due to some insatiable hunger that was inside them. They in fact did not return to lectures that day.
Eventually, Harry and Draco ended up in the blonde's apartment. As they were laying in bed, worn out but satisfied, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer.
"I love you." Harry mumbled.
"I love you too." Draco nuzzled his nose against his neck. "There are two things in the world I care about, Harry. You and Ola's 21th birthday."