Months ago, all the students, including the 8th years had gone back to Hogwarts to complete their education. No hate, no prejudice, just love and friendship. Truces were made, new alliances formed, but the most intriguing was that of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. They had decided to put their shitty attitudes for each other aside, and start over. But it wasn't always plain sailing. Insults were still thrown about, but it was amusing rather than damaging.
Words like, "Fuck Potter, almost 18 years old and you still don't know how to use a hairbrush".
Harry would always have a comeback, making the blond man blush, "Of course not, unless you would like the honor to do it for me".
There were days that they sat next to each other in classes, and days that they never saw each other, making the other one be bitchy towards everyone. Draco would become a drama queen if he didn't see Harry all day, and Harry would sulk if he didn't share words with the Slytherin. So much so, that the students were avoiding them when they were alone. But that only happened a handful of times, before Hermoine, along with Pansy, had the good grace to convince the teachers that they would probably go back to being enemies, if this continued.
The teachers refused to budge, wanting to see where this was leading. On one specific day, when they hadn't seen each other, a 7th year student from Ravenclaw, Carol Forbes, sat down next to him, Draco almost went ballistic. Yelling at her, telling her that how dare she sit next to him, that was Harry's spot. She smirked at him, and told him, "My god, you two are so pathetic", and stood up to find a new seat.
Harry wasn't faring any better. In class, he was missing Draco. He always missed Draco, and didn't understand it. He had never felt this way when Ron or Neville were away from him, so what the hell was going on. He remembered the last thing that Draco had said to him. "Close your shirt Potter, or do you enjoy everyone drooling over your magnificent chest?". Harry smiled at the memory. Draco had called his chest magnificent. Did Draco like him? He certainly liked Draco, in fact everything about him was perfect.
His hands, his hair, his smile, his laughter. Everything. But he was going to have to curb those thoughts, it wouldn't do well if Draco knew these things.
It was a Saturday, so no classes. Breakfast and then Hogsmeade. In the common room, all the other students were waiting on Harry and Draco so that they could go to the great hall together. They were coming down the stairs from their respective dorms. "Potter, for the love of god, this is the last time I'm telling you. Close your damn shirt", yelled Draco.
"If you want it closed so bad, why don't you do it Malfoy?", he spat back.
"Why. Don't you know how to", sneered the blond. The shouting went on and on about how Harry was dressed, and Harry in turn shouted at Draco that he shouldn't be wearing what he was, because everyone was going to look at him.
"Maybe I like being looked at Potter", he replied. Harry's head snapped up so fast, he thought his neck would break. He swallowed and neither of them knew that they had an audience. "Of course you do, you're beautiful. Whoever doesn't look should be taken out and hexed", he said, not realizing the effect his words were having on the blond man.
Draco felt the flutter in his stomach. Potter just called him beautiful. Did that mean that he liked him the same way that he liked Potter. One could only hope, but he dismissed those thoughts immediately, stating to himself, that would only happen in a perfect world. "I know. It's a tragedy when people don't look at me, I'm a vision of perfection", he drawled.
"Yeah. You are", countered Harry. There was a smidge of cream on Draco's cheek, so Harry raised his hand to rub it off, and when he did that, Draco closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth on his face. But he wanted more, and the only thing stopping him from reaching out to touch Harry was the fact that the stupid Gryffindor had already removed his hand. Harry had felt the electric shock pass through his fingers at the touch, but thought that Draco was repulsed, if the look in his eyes was anything to go by.
