Draco Malfoy asks Harry Potter to help him forget all the evil shit they went through, and Harry jumps at the chance.
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Harry and Draco had agreed to meet in the Room of Requirement at 10pm on this beautiful warm Saturday. The hate and insults being pushed aside when they returned, to focus on the future, with a passion and a new lease on life, literally. Harry had noticed that even though everyone had called a truce, there were still some things bothering the Slytherin. He asked about them, and when Draco had said all he wants to do is forget, Harry asked if he could be of any help with the process.
Draco had raised his well groomed eyebrow and said "I'm open for options Potter", but without the usual sneer in his voice. He had spoken with a shaky voice, hoping that the golden boy wasn't offering out of pity. He needed to forget. The insults, the hate, the pain, the war, the ugliness that their world had been caught up in. Everything. He needed to forget everything. When Ha - Potter looked at him with a smile, he thought his insides would turn to jelly.
Potter had changed. He was a bit taller, with bulging biceps and abs to fucking die for. When did he get the time to get abs? He wore one earring in his left ear - a lightning bolt - because he was cheeky, and he had a tattoo down his whole right arm of a roaring lion. Typical Gryffindor, he thought. He wondered if he had any more, and if he did, would he ever get the chance to see them? He had the hots for the savior, but wasn't sure if his feelings would ever be reciprocated. Well, he could always hope, couldn't he?
"Oh, I have a few suggestions Malfoy", he replied with a smirk. He had seen that the blond man was indeed different on a whole new level. Longer hair. He wore earrings, a silver leaf in each ear, and what he thought was lip gloss. He was intoxicating. And although their friendship was still new, there were a few insults still called out here and there, but not with the same malice as before. If Malfoy wanted to forget, he was going to do everything in his power to make that happen, because a sad and moody Malfoy upset the balance of the world. Well, Harry's world anyway. He would love to see a happy man emerge from what had been their darkest hour.
When Harry had suggested the room of hidden things, Draco had agreed. With no idea what was going to happen, only that he wanted it badly. "Just bring yourself with an open mind ok?", requested Harry. Draco nodded and said he would be there.
When Harry told his friends that he would be leaving to be somewhere, there were no questions. They had seen the way he had been looking at Malfoy, and hoped that something would come of it. He had been through so much shit, that any form of happiness would make them smile for him again. If Malfoy entered a room, Harry would stare, eyes roaming up and down his body. Licking his lips in anticipation of what he knew he could never have. When they were walking to class, he wouldn't take his eyes off the blond. When someone else approached Malfoy just to talk, Harry would glare at them in a jealous manner. And when someone had the audacity to touch him, on his shoulder or even on his hand, Harry would get angry and leave.
The others noticed all of this. "He's whipped", said Ron. "Oh Merlin, he's whipped. For bloody Malfoy", he said in a whisper when Harry had left after an incident of Theo Nott laughing with Malfoy. "Well, it's about time. The sexual tension is annoying", said Hermoine.
Ron looked at her so fast, you could almost hear his neck bones snap. "What are you talking about?", he asked. Hermoine proceeded to tell him what she had picked up on, including the fact that what Harry didn't notice was that Malfoy looked at him too. A blush when their eyes found each other, a snarl when anyone walked up to Harry, a groan when Harry wore shirts that had no sleeves. She told him everything, and ended with the fact that she hoped they find each other tonight. Everyone else in the room agreed with her. Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini from Slytherin were also nodding their heads, because they also knew of the infatuation Draco had with Potter.
