Draco felt stung at the revelation. He considered Harry as one of his best friends, he was sure the other male felt the same. Next to Ron and Hermione, Draco would say he was one of Harry’s best friends. They got off to a rough start at the beginning of the school year but after some heart to heart (and some fists involved), Draco realised that Harry wasn’t the entitled prick he was told by his father. He was hurt that Harry didn’t feel comfortable enough with him to talk about his crush with him. He would usually join the golden trio in their drinking sessions but he already had plans with Pansy today. He wasn’t one to break promises. Nevertheless the fact Potter decided to talk about his crush on the day he wasn’t there spoke volumes. Draco would tell Harry all about his crush if Draco had any. Pansy is lying out of her arse when she says that Draco has a crush on Harry. It was only friendship between them, thank you very much. He was pretty sure Potter was crushing on Ginny but now he knew it was bloke now.
Grumbling to himself, Draco put down his phone and took a sip of the cocktail he ordered. Pansy was making her way back to him from her crowd of admirers. Her black hair framed her face perfectly. Draco loathed to be here as he had when he was younger. But he had promised Pansy that he would escort her as she was currently on a break with her current boyfriend (read: boytoy). When Pansy saw Draco’s sour mood, she sighed and sat down.
“Alright boys, fun’s over” Pansy said as she waved the admirers behind her away. She took the Martina next to Draco and started to sip it, “Spill it, what’s up this time?”
Draco was offended, he didn’t always have problems. He will admit some of them have increased through the time he had started to be friends with Harry Potter. Draco was grateful for the undying support Pansy gave him even if the advice most of the time was to shag it out.
“Potter doesn’t trust me” Draco grumbled as he waved down the waiter for another cocktail. He was set on getting at least tipsy if he was going to be talking about his feelings, especially with Pansy. He was told to be as unfeeling as he could if he wanted to be a good Malfoy heir but that all crumbled to dust when Harry, Harry’s friends, Harry’s parents and Harry’s parents’ friends exposed the evil which was happening in the Death Eater Cooperation. Draco was given a free pass as he lied once to his parents when questioned if the person in the CCTV was Harry. He didn’t want to be a part of the bad they were doing. Harry had come to confront him after that which was when they had their heart to heart. Most of the children of the Death Eater Cooperation were excused under the assumption of them being forced. Draco had really changed his life and learnt to work past the trauma his father had caused him. He would now daily talk to his parents when he could. Although they had taken away his childhood, he loved the small loving memories he had with his parents.
“Are you kidding me right now? How many times have we gone through this?” Pansy shot him an almost bored look before opening her mouth. “He trusts you so much, holy shit he’s literally in love with you’
Once again Pansy was spouting nonsense. There was no way the national treasure liked an ex-death eater. Draco was good looking he can admit that but that’s far as he would go. He knew it was too closed off for people to like, too traditional, too sharp, too defensive. Draco could make a list of reasons as to why no one would like him romantically, let alone Harry Potter. He had had this conversation with Pansy before multiple times. He couldn’t just take Pansy’s advice of shagging Harry. He also refused to admit that Harry would have any kind of romantic interest towards him. All the while Draco was going through his mental turmoil, Pansy quietly waited until he was ready to tell her something.
“Sod off Pansy” Was Draco’s final response before he left the table. As much as he loved Pansy he was not in the mood for her teasing. He could see from the corner of his eyes, Pansy throwing her hands up in exasperation. He pretends to not see her. He was irritated, he needed answers and he was going to go to the source of the irritation, Harry.
When Draco found Harry, he was wasted. Upon seeing Draco, Harry threw himself at him and started to say something in Spanish. Next to him Ron, patted his shoulder and waved goodbye. At least Hermione had the courtesy to say sorry before rushing after Ron. With a handful of Harry, Draco moved to the couch. As he set Harry down in a comfortable position, Harry looked at him with so much adoration that it made Draco’s ears heat up. It’s been a while since anyone had looked at him like that, hell it’s the first time anyone had ever looked at him like that.
“eres bonito cuando te sonrojas” Harry muttered before tugging down Draco with him. Unable to move with the tenacious grip Harry had on him, Draco decided to just lay there until Harry was asleep enough to let him go. Unknown to him while he was waiting he fell asleep on top of Harry.
When Draco opened his eyes, Harry was no longer underneath him. He was tucked in the same way he had done for Harry the day before. Ruffling his already ruffled hair, he neatly folded the blanket and went to look for Harry. He was in the kitchen, singing while he cooked. Draco stopped for a second. It warmed his heart, seeing how domestic this whole scenario was. Harry looked simply beautiful with an even more lovely voice. Draco never wanted it to end. Suddenly he realised he was in love with this man. He was in love with the sassy, bubbly and witty friend. It was ironic considering how long Draco pretended to hate the same friend.
“Oh! Draco you’re awake! Come here the food’s ready, I just finished the dishes” Harry motioned while bringing everything to the table. It was a lovely breakfast, not that Draco could say much about it. He was having a mental crisis over the revelation, all he remembered from the meal was that it was very good and Harry was unfairly handsome. He had grown out of the baby face, his jaw was more defined, his green eyes were less bright but still shining, the always messy hair longer. At the end of the meal Draco had decided on two things, one he wanted to smack himself for being so oblivious to his own feelings and two having a crush on Harry isn’t as bad as he first thought.
“I thought you were going to spend the night over at Pansy’s?” Harry questioned as he dried the dishes. Draco froze. He forgot the whole reason he came here for. Now asking Harry the question was for an entirely different reason. Yes he was still worried that Harry might not trust him but he also wanted to know the type of people Potter would date.
“I wanted to know why you didn’t tell me you had a crush on someone. I know you are entitled to your secrets but I just wanna know if you trust me.” Draco explained without looking at Harry. One thing Draco had learnt through his years of being friends with Harry was that those green eyes were intimidatingly pretty and distractive. He also didn’t want to look at Harry for fear of seeing disgust through those pretty eyes.
“What? How do you know I have a crush on someone?” Looking up, Draco saw nothing but confusion written all over Harry’s face. Tugging his phone out of his pocket, Draco gave Harry his phone.
“Oh fuck” was the only thing Harry said as he slowly turned bright pink. It amused Draco, seeing the childish embarrassment Harry was showing him but at the same time his heart ached as he realised that the look was for the person Harry had a crush on, not him. Never Draco. Harry was frantically looking around for his phone as Draco just sat and stared at the panicking male. Harry was nice to look at. All the muscles he hid under layers of clothing were exposed under the shirt he had on. Draco didn’t realise how fit Harry was until he was sleeping on the man’s chest.
Harry finally found his phone and as Draco watched, deleted the tweet. He let out a sigh of relief and sat down next where Draco was sitting. Draco simply raised his eyebrow at Harry, hoping he would understand. Harry looked confused before he understood. Harry opened his mouth multiple times before he finally sat silently. Draco sighed, Harry was not going to start talking anytime soon, he had to be the one to lead this conversation.
“Do you trust me or not?” Draco asked again, this time dreading what the male would say. He wasn’t ready for a no, neither did he see any scenario with yes. It was stupid and Draco knew it. They had been friends long enough for Harry to trust him to a certain degree at least but right now Draco felt like he was the least trustworthy person. His own father doesn’t trust him so who was he to expect Harry to trust him. (Harry was better than his father, his mind whispers)
“What? Of course I trust you Draco, You are one of the few people I actually trust. Don’t you ever doubt that” Harry looked sort of hurt at the implication that Draco doubted his trust but Draco brushed it off as him getting the wrong signal. Draco felt relieved at the answer but he still wanted to know why Harry didn’t feel like sharing who he liked with Draco. He had plenty of opportunities to tell him.
“Then why didn’t you tell me you liked someone?” Draco questioned while looking right at Harry. He had the right to know why, not who. He wants to know what he did wrong, he wants Harry to be comfortable to tell him anything. He wants Harry’s trust as much as need air.
Harry looked at Draco wide-eyed. He looked like a spooked cat. It baffled Draco. He couldn’t understand this situation. Harry’s face started to heat up as he started to say something so quickly that Draco couldn’t understand a single word. Harry’s hands were waving everywhere as he tried to explain.
“Stop Stop Stop, I can’t understand a single thing you said.” Draco commented as he held Harry’s hands down to his torso to calm him down. “I want you to tell me why you didn’t tell me, not who it is. You are entitled to keeping that a secret, I’m not that much of an asshole.” Draco jokes.
“But what if the reason I didn’t tell you had to do with who it is.” Harry whispered. Draco stopped to think. He hadn’t thought of the possibility of him knowing about the so-called crush. That would make sense but did Harry really think he was so much of a gossip that he would tell the crush? It didn’t sit well with Draco. More insecurities were being opened the further Draco tried to understand but he needed answers. Draco was stubborn if nothing else.
“Oh yeah? Then let’s hear it boy wonder.” Said Draco sceptically. Harry once again looked uncomfortable. It was starting to get on Draco’s nerves. He hated that he was jealous of a nameless, faceless person but it was the downside of liking someone one-sidedly. He now more than ever wanted to know who this mysterious crush was. How good of a person were they that they got Harry flustered at the mere thought of them. Whoever it was, they were lucky as hell.
“This isn’t how I wanted to say it but,” Harry stopped dramatically. He even looked down as if he was getting himself ready. Draco hopes the person Harry has a crush on isn’t Pansy.
“I like you, Draco Malfoy. Romantically.” Harry breathed out and held Draco’s hand to make sure he didn’t run away.
Oh.
Oh.
He was the lucky person.