Draco didn’t know how he managed it, but somehow he had two best friends who were exactly the same as him: pureblooded, filthy rich Slytherins who were obsessed with Harry Potter. He both loved them for understanding him so well and hated them for being his rivals because of it.
“Why won’t Harry go on a date with me?” Draco whined while longingly staring across the hall at the black haired Gryffindor with striking green eyes.
“Oh, what I would give to get him all to myself—even just for a day,” Blaise sighed beside him.
On Draco’s other side, Theo snorted and ate his food like a normal person all whilst pretending he wasn’t also sending longing glances at the object of their desire. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask him,” Theo said sarcastically.
Blaise and Draco looked at each other, considering the words that Theo had said. None of them had asked Harry on a date yet…
Without warning, Draco and Blaise were leaping up from the table. Blaise wasted no time in shoving Draco back into his seat before setting off towards the Gryffindor table at a brisk pace(too dignified to run in public). Draco, apparently, had no such compunctions and, upon standing up again, bolted past his friend(shoving him into an unsuspecting Hufflepuff along the way) to reach Harry first. Behind them, Theo was trying not to jog after them as he shouted things like “I was joking!” and “You can’t actually think just asking will work, do you!” while trying to get them to stop.
Draco, naturally, reached Harry first. “Potter!” He announced, making Harry turn and look at him with curiosity and a bit of apprehension. “Will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”
Blaise and Theo had reached them at this point and one stood at either shoulder as they took full advantage of the opportunity to admire Harry from up close and waited for his answer.
The black haired boy looked adorable with how his face was scrunched up in confusion—almost like a kitten. Oh, how Draco wanted to wrap him up in blankets and cuddle him for the rest of eternity…
“I—Malfoy—what? I mean, is this a joke?”
“No, Potter, I am quite sincere in my desire to take you on a date,” and court you with the intentions of marriage, but we’re starting small Draco added in his mind.
Harry looked towards Weasley and Granger, who were also looking at Draco and his friends in complete shock, then turned back to Draco.
“You… know I support muggles and muggleborns, right? Like, I don’t like all that pure blood nonsense you go on about,” Harry finally replied slowly, as if that had anything to do with Harry and Draco’s eventual nuptials and offspring.
“Yes, I am aware. What of it?”
“Listen, Malfoy, even if this weren’t a joke, I’m not gonna date somebody who’s a prejudiced bastard. That’s just not on.”
Draco nodded slowly. Although he didn’t appreciate the suggestion that he was a bastard(his parents were legally married long before Draco had even been conceived, thank you), he could understand what Harry was getting at.
“Well, Potter, this may surprise you, but I am not, as you say, a ‘prejudiced bastard’. I may have had some… incorrect notions in the past, but I have moved beyond them.”
“None of us, are, really. All three of us like muggles. We appreciate their culture!” Theo added quickly, apparently using this opportunity to get his foot in the door for his own opportunity with Harry. Draco shot a quick glare at his friend before turning back to Harry. An opportunity to take in Harry Potter’s beauty up close was not something Draco was about to squander by glaring at his friend, regardless of how annoying they were being.
“… really?” Harry asked them, clearly not believing them.
“Oh yes,” Blaise smoothly answered. “In fact,” and this time he shifted slightly before sending meaningful glances at Draco and Theo to go along with whatever he was about to say, “the three of us were planning on having a movie marathon this weekend. Perhaps you would like to join us?”
Draco loved his friends so much. Even if they also wanted a bit of Harry for themselves, at times like this he could almost consider sharing the love of his life with them. Almost.
Harry looked at them each as he considered the offer. Glancing at Weasley and Granger again, Harry licked his lips(and oh how Draco was practically drooling at the sight, barely unable to stop himself from licking his own lips in an inferior imitation of what he had just seen), then slowly said, “I… suppose a movie marathon would be alright.”
Instantly the Weasel jumped in, “Harry! You don’t need to do that! You can just come to Hogsmeade with me and Hermione!”
Harry reached over and patted the Weasel’s shoulder lightly(and oh how Draco seethed with jealousy. He had never wanted to be a Weasley more in his life), and said, “it’s fine, Ron. You and ‘Mione can go on a date without me third wheeling for once.”
The Weasel and Granger blushed furiously and could barely look at each other, but seemed to have finally accepted Harry’s decision. “If you’re sure…” Granger said, solidifying their acceptance.
Blaise clapped his hands together, bringing everyone’s attention back to him, “great! We’re going to go to one of my family’s muggle mansions for it, so should we pick you up at 11 Saturday morning? Oh, and bring an overnight bag—we’re gonna be there until dinner the next day. I’ll make sure to inform your head of house that you’re joining us.”
With that, Blaise dragged Theo and Draco away before Harry could change his mind.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that worked…” Theo was muttering to himself, eyes wide and hand covering his mouth.
“Blaise, you are brilliant! We’ll get to spend two entire days with Potter! Oh, this is going to be brilliant! We’ll be able to feed him all sorts of foods—it’s adorable how tiny he is, but really it wouldn’t hurt anyone for him to have a bit more meat on his bones. Oh! This is going to be absolutely marvelous!” Draco began saying, beyond happy with the situation.
Blaise just smirked proudly at his two best friends. He had just gotten their little trio a date with the one and only Harry Potter and he could not be more proud.