because i'm feeling very floofy, i reward y'all with this fic, and sorry for the long inactivity guys, i was ATTACKED by an enemy called fucking assignments, so i had no time to update shit, this fic even took a few weeks to finish
fluff, feminine draco, long hair draco, short draco? tall harry? bulky harry, eighth year, surprise ending?
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Not again, Harry groaned. Who had been taking my hoodies? What for? This was the fifth time his hoodie vanished from his cupboard and Harry thought it was getting a tad bit ridiculous by now. He had searched everywhere for it, going so far as to ask Ginny if she took it before deflating when she denied taking his hoodies. It was odd though because at first, his red hoodie went missing but then after a week or so, it returned neatly folded on his bed. He didn't even know who had been going in and out of this room without his acknowledgement. Then his grey hoodie vanished a day after the previous one was returned to him. Once again returned neatly folded on his bed around a week later. The same went for his dark green and black hoodie.
Now his lavender hoodie went MIA.
"Mate, come on! We're gonna be late for lunch!" Ron called out for him from the other side of the door, successfully pulling Harry out of his reverie. Groaning once again, Harry just put on his navy blue hoodie and threw on a pair of black jeans before walking out of his room. They were supposedly assigned in pairs when they returned for their Eighth Year but since Harry was the odd one out, he got the room all to himself. But he didn't mind. At least no one would wake up to him screaming bloody murder because of his nightmares. He would rather sleep alone than waking up his roommate.
He walked out of the room with a bemused sigh and the three-people squad went to the Great Hall for lunch. It was Saturday and since they had no classes, Harry decided to skip breakfast because he woke up late, having quite a good sleep surprisingly, leaving Ron and Hermione on their own. Not that they minded.
"What's with the long face, Harry? Your hoodie's missing again?" Hermione asked once they sat down at their usual spot. Harry sighed, rubbing his face. "Yes, Mione. Like, I don't know why they took my hoodie in the first place if they would then return it. My lavender hoodie's missing this time. Who could possibly take it though?" he asked in confusion. He absentmindedly ate his lunch, eyes flitting around before he faced the entrance and froze in blatant shock.
Noticing his look, both Ron and Hermione turned to look at where he was staring.
Malfoy.
Specifically, Malfoy wearing Harry's lavender hoodie that looked quite large on his frame with a white tulle skirt that rested above his knees and a pair of white shoes. His waist-long hair was tied with a long white ribbon into a high ponytail that swished behind him with every step he took. He was pouting sleepily at Parkinson and Zabini, who only laughed at whatever he responded.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest. He looks adorable, he thought with a lovesick smile. I might forgive him for stealing my hoodie if he looks this cute while wearing it.
"That's Harry's hoodie," Ron blinked.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry's eyes trained on the other male, unable to look away but you already know that. His legs look amazing in that skirt, he thought. An image of him kneeling in between those thick legs underneath the skirt came to mind and he immediately looked away towards his plate, feeling the heat creeping up to his face.
He didn't notice Ron and Hermione's shared looks.
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He was on a secret mission.
