Paint You Wings ✔️

Chapter 12

HP: good morning Draco! I'll be over in half an hour if we're still on for this morning?

Draco immediately dove for his phone. He had already showered and was debating between two outfits for the past five minutes.

DM: Of course we are! I just can't decide what to wear for tonight. Help?

HP: I'm sure you'll look stunning in whatever you choose ;)

Draco huffed and grimaced at the message. While sweet, it was not helpful. 

DM: Flattery will get you nowhere in this case. I need you to choose. But thank you.

DM: *attachment 1*

*attachment 2*

1 or 2?

Harry spilled water onto himself and cursed quietly. Draco had sent him pictures that were taken while looking into a full body mirror, and he looked good. Better than good.

DM: You're taking awhile to respond. Do you see my problem?

HP: I now have two problems that I need to take care of. Make that 35 minutes

DM: I know I'm stunning but it was only a mirror picture ;)

"What does he think that I- oh. OH."

HP: God Draco NO! I spilt water on myself

Not whatever YOU were thinking happened!

DM: A pity indeed, I was looking forward to some fun.

Which outfit made you spill the water?

HP: wear number 2. Definitely number 2

DM: What are you wearing?

HP: right now? I'm changing my shirt

DM: Picture?

HP: of me or the shirt ;)

DM: Is the first an option?

Rolling his eyes with a smile, Harry continued on with the playful mood. Some harmless flirting was nice, he had to admit. Especially when it was with Draco. Grinning, Harry slung his shirt around his shoulders and took a selfie, the top part of his chest exposed, just to tease Draco.

HP: *attachment*

Harry walked away from his phone for a while, making sure that everything he needed was packed into the car. He had more art pieces to bring, but he didn't want them sitting in his car while they had breakfast. They could just swing by after breakfast and pack up the car.

Meanwhile, Draco was staring at the photo. More specifically, at the expanse of tan skin peeking out at the bottom of the photo. Harry knew exactly what he was doing. Draco cursed quietly but couldn't seem to look away from the photo. His heart fluttered and his face flushed. He jumped when the next text message came in.

HP: did I take your breath away? I'm on my way, I'll be there in a few :)

Draco rushed about to make sure that he was ready to go in time. He had just packed away his change of clothes for later when there was a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath and fixing his hair, he opened the door with a small smile that quickly grew when he saw Harry.

"Good morning Draco", Harry greeted happily.

"Good morning Harry. Would you like to come in for a moment?"

"I would. I have something for you actually."

Once the door was closed, Harry pulled Draco into a hug.

"I made this, last night after I dropped you here."

"Harry I told you that I don't want your art for free-"

"Draco. After I dropped you off I just couldn't stop thinking about you. This is what I feel when I think about you. I needed to put it on canvas."

True to Harry's word, Draco unveiled a canvas with sparkling silvers, deep blues, vibrant purples, and glittering gold. Draco gasped quietly, amazed at the striking array of colors. Normally he wasn't the biggest fan of abstract art, but every brush stroke and splattering of color translated Harry's emotions well.

"Harry, this is stunning."

"So are you", Harry said quietly.

"I'm going to hang this in my bedroom. Thank you Harry, really. This means a lot to me."

"It's just a thank you gift, really."

"My mother is going to adore this. Help me hang it up?"

"To the bedroom already, DM? How scandalous."

"Says the one who sent me a shirtless selfie."

"Ah, if you recall, the shirt was around my neck, so technically it wasn't shirtless. You asked for the picture too."

"I didn't think I'd get one", he replied with a snort.

"Doesn't hurt to ask, does it?"

"Where do you think I should put it?"

"Where are you putting the sailboat piece?"

"Originally I was thinking under the tv, but maybe I can put that one in the living room? This one is me, I want to start my mornings looking at it everyday", Draco said softly.

"What about above your door?"

"That works. I like it. Let me get some things to hang it."

Draco came back a few minutes later with a hammer and a nail.

"I have high ceilings, I don't know if the chair will reach."

"Here, let me help. Get on my back."

"Harry-"

"You're tall and lean. I can lift you. Come on."

When Harry's arms wrapped securely around Draco to keep him from falling, Draco didn't think he ever wanted someone else to hold him again.

"Alright up there?"

"Mhmm."

With a bit of stretching, Draco was able to hang the painting. After Harry let him back down, he readjusted his shirt.

"I told you I had you. Are you ready for breakfast then?"

"I am."

Grabbing Draco's things, Harry carefully loaded them into the car. He told Draco the gist of how the day would go, telling him they'd need to stop back at his flat to pick up the last of the pieces.

"Are you doing different displays each day?"

"I switch things based on whether or not they've sold. I bring in new things each day to try to showcase more of what I can do. It's not all painting, that's just my preferred medium. It makes me feel closer to my mum."

"I'm sure she's very proud of you."

"I hope so. Her name was Lily. She inspired my favorite piece I've done to date."

"It really was striking."

"I'm glad you think so."

They continued to talk about painting techniques and the like while they had breakfast together.

"I just need to order a black coffee to go for my dad, I'll be right back."

While Harry was ordering the coffee to go, Draco paid their bill. It was the least he could do really. He just could not stop smiling when he was with Harry. His face was starting to hurt.

"Ready Harry?"

"I need to pay-"

"It's taken care of. Shall we?"

"Thank you. We shall."