Paint You Wings ✔️

Chapter 13

Harry's flat was exactly like Draco thought it would be. Extremely messy, but in an organized type of way. Everything was thrown about, but with a purpose.

"I'm sorry for the mess."

"Don't be. It's very homey. I like it. It's the complete opposite of how I live."

"Opposites attract yeah?", Harry asked with a laugh.

"I'm starting to see it that way."

As they loaded the car up with Harry's art, Draco asked him questions about each individual piece. He just loved seeing Harry light up, and hearing the passion in his voice. He could listen to Harry talk for hours, he was quite fascinating.

"I'm sorry, I'm just rambling", Harry said apologetically. "What's your favorite piece you've ever made?"

"You don't need to apologize Harry, I love listening to you talk. You may be my second favorite topic, after myself of course", Draco teased. "I don't know if I have a favorite piece, honestly. It's been awhile and I'm just getting back into things."

"I meant what I said you know. You know where I live now, you're welcome at any time. I know things are complicated, but you're always free to be yourself with me."

Draco knew that Harry meant every word.

"The same goes for you, if there's ever anything I can do."

"Just being here is enough."

When they arrived back at the exposition center, Draco was as helpful as he could possibly be. He truly had an eye for details, and Harry appreciated it greatly. Remus arrived a few minutes later, and Harry was happy to see him.

"Moony! I got your coffee."

"Thank you Prongslet. Who's this?"

"This is DM! Draco. Who also happens to be the man from the cafe", he finished with a whisper, hugging his dad.

"Well, aren't you lucky", Remus replied with a laugh.

"I really am."

"It's nice to meet you sir", Draco said, holding out his hand out for a handshake.

"Call me Remus, please. I get sir enough at the university."

They talked for a bit as they continued to set up, but mostly worked in silence aside from the occasional question or opinion. The two men seemed to have it down for the most part, so Remus stayed aside doing some grading, pitching in when needed. He much preferred allowing Draco and Harry to interact. It reminded him of how he and Sirius used to be when they were younger, and he didn't want to interfere. That was Sirius's job. Ron and Hermione showed up a few hours later with lunch once the setup was complete.

"Draco, how nice to see you again!", Hermione greeted happily.

"How was dinner last night?", Harry asked pointedly.

"Oh it was great, thanks mate. How was yours?"

"Best dinner yet."

"You wound me Harry", Ron proclaimed dramatically. "I thought that we had something special."

"I did too, until you disappeared and didn't tell me."

"Hermione! You said-"

"Did you need help grading Remus?", she asked, removing herself from the situation.

"Sorry mate, she set you up. I should've known better after all of these years. You had a good night though, yeah?"

"Oh yeah. Between you and me, I was gonna cancel dinner anyway, but don't tell Mione that", Harry whispered.