Do I know you? || Harco story

[ I S I T R E A L L Y P I N I N G ? ]

Draco never liked to study outside for a particular set of reasons. One reason why was that he never liked how the wind would always pick up his notes or how it would always mess with the set of pages he was reading. Jason always used it to his advantage during April Fools, unfortunately.

So right now, he definitely didn't like how the wind continuously messed up his page marking and all the little notes that stuck out of the book he was currently reading. It didn't help that Delia and Ginny would zoom above his head, bringing a strong current of wind.

"WHOO-HOO!!" Delia cheered from above, swirling and twirling as she dashed for the Snitch. Ginny was in close pursuit.

Draco only looks up for a brief moment, watching the blurs of colour that were supposedly both his sister and Ginny before looking back down. Of course, he didn't really or exactly acknowledge the gaze that Harry had set upon him, the black-haired male staring at Draco like he was one of the seven wonders of the world.

As Delia and Ginny zip past over Draco's head for the millionth time, messing up his pages, the notes come flying out.

"Fuck!" He curses, shutting his book and lunging for the flying notes. Harry also gets up to his feet and catches most of the notes.

Twisting his body awkwardly, Draco curses under his breath as he jumps and leaps to grab the flying notes that he honestly swears to Apollo were purposely evading him.

"Gotcha!" The blond male grasps the final note, but turning suddenly in such a quick way makes him slip and suddenly, Draco was falling backwards.

He didn't exactly have time to twist his body around and stop himself from falling to his death, but he didn't need to, because the next thing he knew, Harry was all up in his face, noses inches away from each other. Time seemed to freeze (Which felt pretty ironic for Draco) as the two stared into each other's eyes. Eventually, Harry smiles a little.

"Why hello there." Harry smiles, tilting his head as he did so.

Draco rolls his eyes, although he also smiles, "You're a dork."

Harry glances at the notes that Draco was still holding high, seeing words written in bold black lettering.

"'How to train your dragon'?" He comments.

The blond replies with a huff, but couldn't help but chuckle, "It's a good movie and series. Besides, Hiccup is pretty hot."

"Hotter than me?" Harry replies.

Draco doesn't reply, but merely makes a small noise and shrugs in return. Harry knows he shouldn't exactly take offense, because Hiccup is a fictional character, one you would only ever see through a screen, but he can't help but feel just a smidge of jealousy boil his blood.

"Okay, let go of me before I completely fall backwards and I doubt you can actually stop me from getting a concussion." Draco rolls his eyes.

"Bet." Harry says.

"Bet you can't, you twat." The blond chuckles, giggly almost, in return.

Harry relents and lets go of Draco, following the blond to where he sat. He plopped down in an empty space next to Draco and watched as the blond put the notes back into place, almost as if he'd memorized exactly where each note needed to go.

Harry doesn't really seem to realize when Draco eventually looks up and looks at Harry, seeing the most love-stricken look he's given the Malfoy male.

To this, Draco laughs sweetly, "Take a picture, Harry, it'll last longer, I assure you that."

Harry turns red from getting caught, but easily laughs in response, "Maybe I should."