As Harry's eyes fluttered open, he could hear the faint chirping of an owl. As he turned his head, he found an owl sitting on the side of the window. It was carrying a letter with his name on it, so instinctively, Harry assumed one of his friends had sent it. He kept on reading, and he found the letter was from Draco Malfoy. Ugh... Harry thought to himself, what does that git want from me? Though Harry hated Malfoy's guts, somehow he felt... nervous to open the letter. He brushed it off and opened up the letter.
It read:
Not so very dear Potter,
From the first few words, Harry was already unamused.
I sent you this letter not to tease you, but to confess. Whenever I look into your eyes, they glow an emerald green. Your elegant black hair alone sends butterflies to my stomach. Not to mention your rosy pink lips, which I'm dying to kiss.
Scarhead, I have been crushing on you since our first year at Hogwarts. Do you want to go out sometime?
xx, Draco
WHAT?! Harry thought to himself, was the Draco Malfoy asking him out? Malfoy as in bickered with for years, Malfoy. Malfoy, as in the platinum blonde hair that you wanted to run your fingers through while— No, he was getting carried away. He started to wonder the legitimacy of this letter. Is he really asking me out, or is he just going to set me up for humiliation? What he wrote sounded pretty believable, so he immediately started to write back.
Dear Malfoy,
Your platinum blonde hair lights a fire in my heart, your frail light skin is as beautiful as your bluish-grey eyes. I would love to go out with you.
Meet me at a park near Little Whinging at 10:30.
See you then— Harry Potter.
"Thank you, Hedwig." Harry said as his owl flew into the night, off to send a note to his platinum blonde lover.
— Timeskip —
Harry was impatiently waiting for Malfoy. He had dressed in his best clothes, as he was afraid that he wouldn't look good enough for him. He had combed his hair, and made sure his glasses fit right before leaving the house.
A few minute had passsed, and Malfoy still wasn't there. Harry was starting to think he stood him up. Suddenly, a blonde who struck a resemblance to Malfoy began walking up to me. I felt my heart skip a beat, he looked adorable.
His hair was brushed in a way where it brang out his eyes. He dressed in a tasteful suit, although his tie wasn't tied correctly, it seems like he was in a rush. I walked up to him and muttered a "Hello."
— Draco POV —
I shyly walked up to Potter, hoping I looked alright, His eyes looked at me up and down, like he was scanning every part of me. It made me self-conscious. I avoided eye contact, but Harry broke the silence by uttering a "Hello." I looked at him and my gaze immediately averted to his eyes. They were breathtaking, it's like they spoke to me.
"Hey.." I responded.
Harry stepped towards me, and I became stiff. "Let me fix this for you..." He said. His hands reached out to my chest, fixing my tie. I was in such a rush that I guess I hadn't tied it correctly. I softened out, and a calm "Thank you." Escaped my lips. It fell silent for a few minutes, and I felt a heat come to my cheeks. It was very awkward. "Do you want to join me on a walk?" Harry asked me. "Sure."
We were taking a stroll together, and I admired all the scenery. The trees, the flowers, it was magnificent. Harry could see this and chuckled a bit, observing how I was so engrossed in the plant life. I realized he had started holding my hand, but I didn't say anything. I don't think he realized.
I felt a sprinkle fall onto my nose. It's started raining, and it's a shame because it was such a beautiful day. I looked over at Harry, who had already realized it was raining. He only had a shirt on, so I took off my jacket and used it as a cover for us.
"My house is the closest, we should spent the night there." Harry advised, I gave him a nod and he led us right there. He knocked on the door and a gracious fat man greets us. "Harry, I thought I told you that you can't have any of your silly magic school friends over." He says to Harry.
"Yes sir, but it's raining, I don't understand why he can't stay the night incase the rain doesn't stop?" Harry asked. The man sighed and motioned us in. "But don't make any noise, some of us are trying to sleep." Harry and I nodded and quickly sprinted up the stairs. Harry led me to his room. It was small, and the bed could barely fit one of us, so I was concerned where I was going to sleep. "You don't like it, do you?" Harry asked me, "I know it's not as big as your room but it's home for me."
I sat down on the bed. "Harry, if this is home for you, it's home for me as well." I replied. He looked at me and bared a warm smile. "I can sleep on the floor if you don't want to sleep with me on the bed." My cheeks blushed a dark red. How am I supposed to tell him I want to sleep with him? "It's fine you can sleep on the bed if you want." I replied.
Harry came and sat next to me on the bed.
AND THEN THEY BOTH BANGED THE END 🤪
This is extremely cringe and corny, I really tried 💀
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