It was crowded. It was VERY crowded. Draco didn’t like it, he hated that the person beside him was almost touching every inch of his side. And that the person behind him constantly bumped into him. He knew attending the party wasn’t a good idea, why did he go anyway? He sighs and tries to get out of the crowd, heading for the door. Then suddenly a hand yanks his shoulder.
“Hey! W–” Draco stops. Ah, that’s the reason he went to this god damned party. Harry grinned at him and wrapped his arm around Draco's neck, and naturally he put his hands on Harry's hips. Where else was he going to put them? Harry beamed, “There you are!” Draco gulped, drunk Harry was very touchy, and right now drunk Harry had his face right up Draco's. “Hi,” Draco said stupidly, Harry laughed, “Hello Draco, where were you going?” he whispered into Draco's ear, “before you rudely put your hands on me? I was on the way outside for air,” Draco sniffed, Harry laughed again and–
ah, he shouldn’t have said that,
Harry removed his hands on Draco's shoulders, still grinning. Draco frowned, not because of the hands, of course not, but Harry reaches to hold Draco’s hands and drags him away. Draco blinks at their hands “What? Potter, where are you taking me?” Draco demanded. “Didn’t you want to go outside? Let’s go!” Harry Chuckled. Draco looked at him, dumbfounded, then he looked upfront, they were indeed headed for the door, “let’s go? You airhead, I meant alone! Why would I go outside with you?” Harry stops and turns to look at Draco, and with those big emerald eyes and glossy lips, he pouts up at him and “why not?” he asks. Draco stares at him seeing his red cheeks, messed up hair, and his cute fucking face– “yeah, why not?” he relents, as always. Draco sighs but seeing Harry beam up at him again was almost worth going to this party.