𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 // 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺

four times is enough

Dean Thomas pulled Harry aside after Dinner in the Great Hall and pushed an orange rose in his palm. 

"Harry." He breathed, "I really really really like you and I want you to go out on a date with me. It's alright if you don't want to, I completely understand but if there is even a small one percent chance that you'll go out with me please say yes." 

Dean, bless him, panted heavily after saying the words he had been practicing since days and managed a grin at the black haired boy in front of him. 

Harry swallowed heavily, the wheels of his brain whizzed furiously as he stared at his friend. 

"Wait— weren't you dating Ginny?" Harry asked incredulously. 

Dean rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah we weren't actually dating. She was just a coverup so nobody could suspect that I am gay." 

"Oh." Harry said dumbly, "Well, that's great." He cleared his throat. "Dean, look, I don't know if I can—" 

"You— you don't have to answer me now. Take your time. Maybe answer me by the end of the week?" He cut Harry off, scared of rejection.

Harry sighed with mild irritation, "Yeah alright, see you Sunday." 

Dean sighed in relief and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before leaving hurriedly towards an annoyed Seamus.

Harry groaned internally, this was the fourth time this week! Never in his life had he regretted any of his decision so much as he regretted coming out. 

He was extremely mad at himself for not telling all of them that he wished to say no. He glanced fleetingly at Draco who was staring at the plate in front of him intently. 

Harry frowned, an unsettling feeling in his chest.