Paint You Wings ✔️

Chapter 10

Harry and Draco were both anxious, but for different reasons. Harry was the excited kind of anxious, while Draco was the feeling nauseous kind of anxious. They hadn't spoken much that day, and Draco really wished HP was there to calm him down.

Just in case, Draco had dressed to impress at the art show. Dressing up also made him look a lot more confident than he felt.

As soon as he stepped inside, Draco was glad that he came. He missed being surrounded by like minded people, as well as partaking in a hobby that had grown into a passion. He was swept up in all of the artwork, forgetting that he had another motive for showing up.

Narcissa was right, it did make the most sense to look for a fellow artist in an art gallery. Because of that, Draco tried to keep his eyes open, even though he had no clue what, or even who, he was looking for. He wandered around, drink in hand, admiring all of the artwork from afar, deciding to do a quick walk through of the gallery, and then visit his individual favorite artworks later.

One piece in particular caught his eye, almost causing him to drop his drink in shock.

"That bad, huh?", a teasing voice asked behind him.

"No, not at all. This piece is just... I need to find the artist immediately."

"Well, if you turn around, you'd be looking at him."

Wheeling around in shock, Draco's jaw dropped.

"You", he greeted quietly, really taking Harry in for the first time.

"Oh, it's you! Thanks for the hot chocolate the other day, I really appreciated it. It was extremely kind of you, and it made my week."

"You're HP."

Laughing quietly, Harry shook his head.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners? I'm Harry Potter", he introduced himself, holding out his hand.

"I'm Draco, and I cannot believe my luck in meeting you tonight."

"Well, this is my art showing", Harry said sheepishly, withdrawing his hand to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Harry- Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry", a voice interrupted.

"It's alright, I just want to take a closer look at this painting."

Draco turned around, and heard hushed whispering behind him, accompanied by a squeal that had him spinning back around.

"That's cafe cutie?!"

"Hermione!", Harry hissed, looking anywhere but at Draco.

"Oops? I think I hear Ron calling me. Coming dear!"

"Sorry about her", Harry mumbled.

"Cafe cutie is one of the more flattering things I've been called. I have to say, you clean up well yourself."

Blushing, Harry turned away again. He was perfect.

"So the painting? This was one of my most recent custom pieces."

"The original looks even better than the copy", Draco whispered, stepping forward to take a better look. "The brush strokes don't translate as well..."

"I'm sorry?"

Draco looked up, making eye contact with a confused Harry. He saw the exact moment when the connection was made.

"The brush strokes don't translate as well...", Draco repeated, louder this time.

"Over fax machine", Harry finished, bewilderment taking over his face.