Day 409

903 78 6
                                    

Harry sends Teddy upstairs to put his bags in his bedroom at Draco's house and finds him in the parlor.

"Hey, I have something I need to tell you—"

"Is it that you're dating Oliver Wood? Because if so, the Daily Prophet beat you to it." Draco flips open the morning's paper beside him to brandish the full-page photo of Harry and Oliver kissing passionately at him.

Harry blushes up to the roots of his hair. "Merlin, I didn't know there was a photographer there. I'm sorry, I meant to tell you myself, it's just—"

"It's okay, Harry."

He looks guilty and awkward and Draco absolutely hates it.

"Listen, um, Ollie gave me a couple of tickets so you can take Teddy to the P.U. versus the Cannons match this month while he's with you."

Ollie.

Draco raises a disdainful brow at him. "I'm fine, Potter. It was just a kiss."

The best fucking kiss of my entire life. Draco pushes the thought away.

"I'm not heartbroken or pining after you or anything," Draco lies, "I don't need your guilt-assuaging gift from your new boyfriend to make me feel better. In fact, I'm dating someone now, too."

That last bit is actually true. Marc has about as much personality as a flobberworm, but he's reasonably good-looking, and nice, and he's safe. No risk at all for Draco with this one, mostly because Draco feels very little for him. The complete opposite of Harry Potter.

"Oh," Harry breathes. "Okay. Well, good. So do you not want the tickets, or...?"

"I'll take Teddy to the match," Draco sighs.

Harry smiles awkwardly and passes the tickets over. "See you on Sunday?"

"Of course."

1000 Days of Harry PotterWhere stories live. Discover now