I kissed a boy (drarry)

Chapter 16: Draco's POV

The Lunar Ball is tomorrow.

Draco sat still on his bed, staring out of the large window absently. It was around the time for breakfast , and - ideally - he should've really been in the Great Hall with everyone else. But he wasn't feeling all that hungry, and besides, he wanted to look at his outfit for the Ball. About a week ago, he had written to his mother, explaining his dilemma.

He was stressing about the whole I-don't-have-an-outfit-for-one-of-the-biggest-events-of-the-year thing, and, two days later, she responded by sending him two silver and white boxes that both had the distinct hand of Raven Dovera on it, Draco's favourite designer. One of them had a note attached to it.

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. -𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝙼. xx

She has quite a strange habit with constantly signing everything with her name. Initially, Draco had opened the box eagerly, and felt dizzy with happiness upon seeing the contents. It was a pure white blazer with little silver stars and crescent moons embroidered on the cuffs of the sleeves and the collar, and matching white slacks with a constellation pattern on the back pockets.

There was also a white short-sleeved dress shirt, a silver masquerade mask, and a pair of pearly white gloves. The box had a bottomless charm on it. All of it was truly beautiful, and that was really saying something, considering he usually hated everything his mother gifted him.

But now, as he sat and stroked the expensive stitching, Draco's excitement faltered slightly. He didn't even feel motivated to open the second box. It hadn't lost it's opalescent glow, or soft feel, but what was the point in wearing it when he was no longer thrilled by the thought of even attending The Lunar Ball? It wasn't like he had anyone to go with - though maybe that was partially his fault - and loud social events didn't always sound too appealing. But he 'simply had to go!' According to Pansy and Narscissa anyway, and Draco couldn't bring himself to let either of them down.

Besides, when he even 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 the idea of not going, Pansy sent him three howlers, two letters complaining about how good he would look in the outfit, and how it would be wasted if he didn't wear it, and one voice recording on a muggle device of her crying.

So now he was being brutally 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 into going.

There was a steady downpour of rain falling onto the windows and onto the heads of the people who had filed out of the school, who, upon seeing the rain, stood stock still for a moment, but soon began twirling, laughing and shouting under the bleak grey sky, flicking droplets of rain onto their friends, and not seeming to notice their sodden robes. People were clustered everywhere, making so much noise that you could barely hear the rain, but there was only one person who stood out the most.

He was tossing his head of jet black hair wildly, his bright green eyes sparkling under the dull shimmer of rain. His robes were hanging limply from his body, and his his cheeks were tinted pink. The boy did everything even everyone else was too weary to do. He rolled across the grass, he splashed water at people who shrieked with delight and splashed him right back, he laughed the loudest, he danced with strangers, he sang to unheard music. Later, everyone would collectively agreed that, without Harry Potter, it wouldn't have been the same.

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People whispered about what happened under the clouds that afternoon. Students who hadn't been there to see it groaned enviously, horrified to have missed such an event. They called it 'The Rain Parade', and the pupils who had danced with Harry Potter boasted smugly about the experience, exaggerating small details that made others declare jealously. Draco watched people clamour around Potter, amused. In all of the lessons that day, there was an uncontrollable whir of conversation, all of them being about the upcoming Lunar Ball tomorrow evening.

Eventually, the Professor gave up trying to calm the class, and hunched over a book instead while all the students continued to chatter eagerly. Harry was seated next to him, being surprisingly silent. He passed a small piece of paper across the table to Draco, not quite looking at him. The note read:

I'm so sorry, Draco, I wasn't thinking, and I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore. But I promise I can make it up to you. Meet me under the large willow tree by the Black Lake at 8pm? Call it a date ;)
-ᕼᑭ

Draco's hands hovered shakily over the note. Half of him was buzzing with happiness, yearning to spend time with Harry. On the other hand, he was tempted to be petty and not show up. He had every right to be like that, especially after Harry had added that winky face. Who even does that? But he still kind of wanted to go, so he wrote back on the blank side of the paper with the one word, Ok, and slid the note across the table to Harry.

The Golden boy smiled over the note in a way that made Draco's stomach flutter. He could barely wait for 8pm. Classes seemed to drag on for longer than ever that day, the clock ticking agonisingly slow. When the bell that signifies the end of classes finally rang, Draco shot out of his last class, hardly waiting for the Professor to let everyone go properly. It was clearly not 8pm yet, but he obviously needed to pick something to wear to their 'date'.

The blond rummaged desperately in his trunk, searching for something that hadn't gotten creased. The outfit needed to be casual, but not too comfortable, stylish, but it can't look like he tried too hard. At long, long, last, Draco found a semi-perfect outfit - a muggle-like pair of ripped denim jeans, and a black sweater with a small green snake embroidered on the front pocket. It was good enough - for now.

He still had about three hours before their date started, but maybe add on ten minutes, because there was no way he was being early. Harry didn't deserve his immaculate punctuality. So he decided to wait, opening up his favourite book. Time flew by quickly, and when Draco checked his gold and silver pocket watch again, it was five minutes until 8. So he assumed it would be time to get changed.

After he had tugged on his clothes, Draco walked down the flight of stairs and sped up the hallway, slowing down after a while. Turning his head either way to check if anyone was watching - people can be excessively nosy - he slipped out of the door, feeling the cool night air on his face. It was still relatively bright outside, and Draco could just about make out the silhouette of a boy leant against a tree, holding something that was neatly folded.

The blond watched as he made a frustrated attempt to actually kick the tree, then ultimately failed, and ended up uttering curse words the other boy had not even heard of, while dropping what he had in his hands, and hopping around in pain. Draco decided it had to be Harry, and started making his way over to him. The moment Potter spotted him walking over, he collected himself and the small item, and almost fell over running to meet him.

"Draco! I was starting to wonder if you were coming at all! I have something for you," he rambled, grabbing the blond's wrist and forcing him to sit on the grass next to him. Draco carefully took the knitted sweater he now noticed as an emerald green into his hands, taking a proper look at it. It had a little snake pin attached to it, and the initials 'DM' shakily embroidered at the pocket. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "Of course, it's not as good as all the rest of your clothes, and I had a lot of help making it, but I tried!"

Draco stared into large, hopeful green eyes, so overwhelmed with a feeling he couldn't explain. So instead of explaining it, he just wrapped the sweater around himself and leaned against Harry's shoulder. The other boy tensed for a moment, but quickly melted into him.

"So I'm guessing you like the present?"

"Silence, Potter."

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Happy Pride month!
-R🧚