fluff, possessive harry, confident harry, shy draco, eighth year
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It was honestly just a playful thing that Draco admittedly started when they were back in Hogwarts for their Eighth Year.
Potter spoke in his and his mother's trial after the war ended and the Death Eaters were soon captured. He thanked him and the black-haired hero returned his wand, apologising for taking it away from its rightful owner. Then Draco thanked him again and apologised for his behaviour, promising to be better, to redeem his name. It took a while for him to warm up to Granger and Weasley but they ended up being his friends after a few months helping rebuild Hogwarts to its previous glory and whatnot.
It was an innocent poke that the blond hadn't anticipate any replies but Potter being Potter-
He just turned the game right way around.
Just like today.
"Looking good, Potter! Very sexy, I'd say," Draco wolf-whistled as he watched the said male stopped a few feet away from him on his broom, watching that firm arse in his Quidditch uniform. Potter turned towards him with a shark grin. "Well, you know you got the best view down there!" he replied while laughing.
It used to throw Draco off guard but he just smirked even when his face darkened with colour. "Hell yeah, I do. What was the Muggle phrase Ronald used on Hermione the other day? I hate seeing you go but I love watching you leave? I'm applying that to you right now!"
Potter threw his head back with a bark of laughter before winking at the blushing teenager seductively. "Why, thank you. I hope you'd focus on my arse, Malfoy. I'd be horrendously jealous if you watch someone else other than me."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Potter," Draco smiled as Potter zoomed away out of hearing.
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Now don't get him wrong but they were definitely not dating each other no matter how much they've been flirting– albeit over 5 months now. Nope, they were not dating at all.
But that didn't stop them from continuing the harmless game they had with one another.
He was studying alone on a breezy Sunday in the courtyard when Potter passed by with his friends. "Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?" he asked, stopping nearby him and peered over to look at what he was writing furiously about.
"You, in about an hour after I finish this shit if you want," Draco flashed a smirk at him. Potter smirked back at him and pressed a kiss on his forehead gently before gripping his jaw with a firm grip. Draco's cheeks reddened. "Cute, baby doll, but I'd be the one doing you. Not the right way around."
He let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering close as Potter thumbed his lips lightly. "Finish your assignments, beautiful."
"For your information," the Weasley girl spoke up. "I'm very much lesbian but that was hot."
Potter burst into laughter as they all walked away, leaving a flustered Draco in their wake.
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"If we're dating, I'll roast you and flirt with you in the same sentence," Draco hummed as he polished his nails with elegance. Potter blinked as he looked up from his Potions essay work. "Don't you always do that?"
Draco blinked as well. "Good point. Even though we're just friends, I'd still roast you until you're all burnt from my wit. Cause have you looked at yourself? While you're not an eyesore to look at, your hair and sense of fashion are extremely horrible that I would stab myself."
