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The Fantasy Sweater

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Draco sat on his bed, contemplating his new gift.

He held the sweater up, admiring it while also trying to figure it out. It had come in a package with a note attached:

I hope you enjoy this gift, Merry Christmas.
~Your Secret Admirer

He was fascinated by the fact that he had a secret admirer. He was under the impression everyone hated him, except for his two best friends. And Pansy was gay, and while Blaise was also gay he had quite the crush on a particular Weasel. And, even if he didn't and fancied Draco, he'd just tell him.

So Draco was quite puzzled. Also, why a sweater? It was a nice sweater, mind you, but why? If he was someone else and getting a gift for him, he would not get him a sweater. Maybe the person who got it doesn't know him very well?

That would make sense, it's obviously someone who doesn't hate him.

He sighed, deciding to at least try the sweater on. He pulled it on, and it was admittedly quite comfy.

Then he looked to his left, and practically fell off his bed.

There, laying next to him, was Harry Potter. In his bed. Looking as though he wasn't wearing any clothes, at least not from the waist up. He looked real, Draco could see his shoulders rising and falling with his breath, and he looked like he was right there. Draco carefully reached out and touched his arm, immediately pulling back in shock.
He could feel him there. He could see and feel Harry Potter in his bed.

He immediately realized something, and took off the sweater. Sure enough, once it was off he was once again alone in his bed. He sighed, somewhat- relieved? Yet there was also a slight feeling of disappointment in him, though he didn't know why.

Suddenly, an owl tapped on his window, a note attached to its leg. Draco swiftly opened the window and accepted the note, giving the owl a treat. He thought it would fly away but instead it flew into his room. Clearly, whoever had sent it had told it to wait for a response. He sighed and quickly closed the window behind it, protecting himself from the frigid December air. He opened the note, which said.

Do you like it?

He immediately knew it must be from whoever sent the sweater, and grabbed a quill to write his response.

What the hell is it?!

He didn't want to say anymore, because what he had seen was very... private. He walked over to the owl and attached the note, opening the window to allow the owl on its way, quickly re-closing it.

Not even a minute later, the owl was back at his window, looking slightly ruffled at being used so much in the cold. Draco would normally use his owl to allow it a little break, but this was the only owl who knew where his secret admirer was.

The note read:
It's a Fantasy Sweatshirt. When you put it on, it shows you your deepest wish. What did you see?

Draco huffed. There's no way he could tell whoever this was what he saw... what if this was just some prank to tell everyone his deepest fantasy? Also, how was that his deepest fantasy?!

He didn't like Potter... with his stupid Firebolt and stupid cute face and stupid green eyes and Quidditch-toned body...

There was no way he liked Potter.

And, he didn't even find him attractive, like him or no. I mean, who would?? Who likes stupid, messy hair, and freckles, and sparkling green eyes, and plump, pretty lips, and toned muscles...
Totally not Draco.