Chapter 19
Apparating to the closest muggle town isn’t the hard part, the hard part is watching Draco shiver through the whole walk to the closest movie theater. Harry briefly wondered why Draco didn’t just cast a warming charm but decided he didn’t care.
“Are you cold,” Harry asks, Draco looks down slightly at him as if to say ‘no shit’, “Well I was going to give you my coat but if you don’t want it…”
“Give it to me you insufferable oaf of a man,” Draco snatches the extended coat the moment it was offered and mutters, “What sort of savior are you if you can’t save me from the cold,”
Harry throws both of his arms around Draco’s shoulders, “Aw, does the cold make you cranky?”
Draco half-heartedly shoves Harry away, “You’re lucky you’re warm.”
Harry cackles in a way that is notably unattractive.
Draco shoves him slightly and walks ahead, “Do you even know where we’re going?”
“I was just going to ask the first person we ran into,” Harry says with a shrug.
Draco throws up his hands which Harry decides is a perfect excuse to grab one. Draco averted his gaze but didn’t pull away.
***
After walking for a while Harry and Draco finally run into someone, a woman around their age with a heavy Scottish accent, she was immediately charmed by Harry, which made Draco irritated.
The Boy Who Lived to Have the Entire Female Population Swoon Over Him either didn’t notice it or pretended he didn’t. Draco was grateful either way.
As Harry grinned and conversed with the woman about where the theater was and the movies playing right now Draco could feel his body becoming tenser. Harry was too nice and sooner or later the woman would just assume he was flirting and then what would Draco do?
Draco felt a shiver wrack his body and Harry looked down concernedly at him, “Are you still cold?”
Draco was about to say no but before he had the chance, Harry pulled him into his side and continued the conversation without missing a beat, acting as if it was something they did all the time. Draco did not overanalyze this. Draco did not lean into it. And Draco certainly did not look smugly at the disappointed woman.
***
Harry was panicking. Oh Merlin he was panicking. Harry doesn’t know what he was thinking pulling Draco into him like that. But he fit so nicely, especially when he snuggled in closer, and Harry almost wanted to elongate the conversation just to get a few more minutes with Draco pushed into his side. He would’ve too, but the woman had lost interest in him now that she had noticed his attachment to Draco.
He entertained the idea of wrapping an arm around Draco's waist as subtly as possible. He could play it off as an accident if nothing else. It might just work.
He did his best to excuse himself from the conversation with the woman politely but he was more focused on wrapping his arm around Draco's waist.
As he walked away he got the feeling that Draco did notice, this was confirmed when Harry looked down and saw the vibrant blush scattered across his face. But he wasn’t pulling away. Harry wanted to shout with glee.
***
Draco spent the rest of the walk doing his best to not focus on the hand around his waist. But how? It was warm and comforting and all-consuming. It only got harder to ignore when his fingers started rubbing small circles on Draco's waist.
Did Harry even realize the effect he had on people? How can someone so perfect have so little self-awareness?
“We’re here,” Harry says excitedly.
Draco grins back looking slightly down at him. Harry all but drags him to the stand, which wasn’t super crowded for a Saturday, and asks for tickets and snacks but Draco doesn’t focus much on the title of the movie, not when he could totally not relax into Harry's side again.
***
Harry chose a horror movie. He doesn’t think he had watched any horror movies with Draco yet. He had wanted to but then he had gotten distracted with GSA.
***
Draco decidedly does not like this movie. He lived with Voldemort for Merlins sake, but these muggles? They’re a whole new level of sick and twisted. Harry on the other hand ate every second of the film up, almost leaning into the screen and shoving popcorn in his mouth by the handful.
Draco on the other hand couldn’t help but cringe away at the gore. He knows that blood doesn’t look like that, he does, but Merlin's saggy balls, it gets the message across either way.
Walking out of the film Draco listened to Harry rant about the ‘difference of filmography on the big screen’ and ‘Stylized angles that just can’t be done justice on the laptop’, whatever the fuck that means, and Draco can’t help but miss being pulled into Harry's side.
For one, it was warmer there and Dracos tired of being cold, for two, it just felt nice. There's no other way to say it. Being that close to Harry was soothing. It reminded him of their little room in Hogwarts, the almost domestic moments shared between them, and it consumed Draco in an intense ache.
Harry smiled down at him, slightly softer than before, and looked like he was about to say something before this was all interrupted by a blue ball announcing its peanut allergy.
“Professor Potter, I have made a great mistake, it was the best mistake of my life, unfortunately, I’m allergic to peanuts.”
It took Harry all of 3 seconds to grab Dracos hand and apparate them directly to the Gryffindor common room, where Otis is sitting on the couch and swelling rapidly.
Harry casts several Non-verbal spells that Draco’s not even sure exist and starts lecturing him.
“Why the fu- In Merlins name would you eat something you’re allergic to?” Harry asks furiously, casting spells that Draco couldn’t name.
“Because I wanted a Resses Cup,” Otis squeaks through his swollen throat.
Harry frowns, “You wanted to die is what you wanted.”
Madam Pomfrey finally arrives to look him over as Harry waves one last spell over him. She casts her diagnosis spells and moves his face around to get a good look.
“He shouldn’t be nearly as well as he is,” Poppy says with a frown before turning her attention to Harry, “What did you do to him?”
“Kept him stable while we waited for you?” Harry asks throwing his hands up, “the boy ate peanuts, he’s allergic.”
“Not anymore.”