𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 // 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺

proposals are annoying

Draco gulped down his Butterbeer as he sat next to Harry in the Three Broomsticks.

"Five proposals! Five in one week!" Harry exclaimed. This had been going on for a while. 

Draco regretted his decision of asking Harry what had happened with Thomas the other day, which led to Harry venting about how five boys had asked him out and expected an answer by the next evening. 

"Are you going to say yes to any of them?" Draco prodded rather nervously.

Harry poked his tongue onto the inside of his cheek. "I don't know." 

"What do you mean you don't know?" Harry shrugged, "It's just that I like someone else and I don't know whether he likes me or not."

"Who is it?" Draco asked a little too eagerly. 

"I'm not going to tell you," Harry's cheeks heated up. Draco huffed, "Fine." 

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I don't think he likes me though, I'm thinking of saying yes to one of the guys." 

Draco pursed his lips, "Whatever." His heart ached at the thought.

Harry gritted his teeth and looked away, tears welling his eyes. 

The two idiots were head over heels for each other. Yet they couldn't realise it.