saw this prompt from google, a tumblr from howtobangyourmonster and kurara-black-blog, i thought i'd used the inspiration to write this short fic
selkie!draco, draco is from beauxbaton, fluff i guess, cutesy, tiny angst, i dunno what the fuck i just wrote, anyways enjoy
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Harry was on his way to a restaurant he used to go to as a place to meet up with his friends, Ron, Blaise, Hermione, Neville, Hannah, Luna and Ginny. Not to be cliche but it was a very beautiful Saturday morning and they had the entire day planned, courtesy of Hermione that always planned whenever they wanted to go out for an outing. "There's no harm in being prepared," she would say to them, rolling her eyes.
He apparated to the place and entered through the door with a small smile, greeting the doorman politely as he made his way to his friends that were waving at him as soon as they saw him.
But suddenly he passed someone that didn't realise their coat had slipped off the back of the chair they were sitting. As politely as he could, he bent down to pick it up for them.
"Sorry to bother but you dropped your coat, sir," Harry grinned as he carefully draped the expensive-looking soft fur coat back over the person's chair. The blond person– perhaps the most handsome and beautiful guy Harry had ever met in his entire life– looked at him with wide, stunning soft grey eyes.
"Um, t-thank you," he stammered, cheeks flushing bright red. "No problem," Harry awkwardly waved at him and went off to sit with his friends, ears burning with embarrassment and flushed even harder when his friends decided to tease him because of it.
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The next time Harry saw the beautiful guy again was exactly a month later when he shyly approached him and his friends at their table with a gorgeous blush on his face, handing him a small green box with an amazing ring inside.
The black-haired male blushed scarlet red, a little confused as he stared at the other male. Even his friends were silent, stunned by the sudden gift.
"I-Isn't this a-an engagement ring...?" Harry stuttered.
"Oh, well... Yes," the male smiled, looking so innocent and hopeful. Such an adorable thing. "I just thought... we should– uh, get married by human customs as well."
Sputtering, Harry almost knocked over his glass of wine as he placed the box down on the table as if it burnt him. "M-Married? W-We're not even... I don't even know you!" he let out a squeak.
The blond male flushed red, the hopeful innocent look turned into hurt and confusion. Tears started dwelling in those beautiful grey eyes and instantly Harry felt like the most worthless arsehole ever. "I-I thought..." he mumbled under his breath. "I'm sorry."
The guy took the ring box and ran out of the restaurant with his head down, no doubt feeling humiliated by Harry.
That soft fur coat was left behind.
"He's a selkie," Hermione blinked. "That coat belonged to a selkie– Oh my!" she slapped her forehead with a groan. "Harry, you messed up big times."
"I didn't even do anything!"
"Well, let me tell you that you just got yourself married to a selkie, Harry!" Hermione glared. Harry squawked and almost fell off his chair at the sudden attack of information. "That kind of coat, only selkies have them because it's their skin! When you gave him back his coat, it's an act of proposing a marriage! We learnt about this back in Hogwarts!"
