arranged love // drarry

eleven

Ginny was unabashedly staring at Pansy who avoided her eyes and tried making eye contact with either Harry or Draco with desperation; the said boys were too involved in conversation to give two flying fucks about whatever drama was going on.

That was until Draco felt a kick on his leg, "Ow!" He said suddenly, bending and rubbing his calf with his hand, "Are you a donkey?"

Pansy gave him a look that showed him that she was extremely offended, "Am not!"

"Why did you kick me?" He seethed, sitting up straight. Pansy pursed her lips and eyed both Harry and Ginny before clearing her throat suggestively, "You know why!" She hissed under her breath.

"Oh come on! You need to grow up and talk to her," Draco whispered back, leaning closer so no one would hear them.

Pansy looked scared, "I can't. She looks like she'll tear me apart if I do," Draco glanced at the red-head, who was staring at them with an air of curiosity. Draco passed Pansy a sheepish smile, "She kinda does,"

"Draco?" Harry called suddenly, making them both jump and remind them that they were here to socialise and not gossip under their breaths.

"Right. You're here. Sorry," Draco gave a breathless, embarrassing chuckle and gulped down a half a glass of water, his cheeks rosy.

"I am," Harry said, looking mildly amused, "What happened? Is everything alright?"

"Yes," It was Pansy who answered this time but her eyes were locked with Ginny's, "Everything is fine, Potter. Do you mind if I steal your friend for some time? I need to ask her something."

Ginny got up and grasped her hand pulling her away and towards the loo without a word. She looked determined, a mysterious glint in her eye.

"Uhm okay—" Harry said half-heartedly. "What just happened?" Harry asked Draco, his oscillating between the direction of the look and their empty seats.

Draco sighed, "Apparently, they slept with each other in the near past. Just post-sex awkwardness."

Harry choked on air, coughing harshly. "Wow," He said after drinking a glass of water Draco had passed him.

"Indeed," Draco sighed with exasperation.

Harry clasped his hand and smiled, "Well, I'm glad I finally have you all to myself,"

Draco turned his hand and slipped his hand through his fingers, smiling so hard it hurt his cheeks. "What do you want to have?"

"A kiss from you,"

Draco blushed, "I mean, to eat. Dinner. Aren't you hungry?"

"Only for those lips," Harry tilted his head and gazed pointedly at his lips. "Okay, Mr. Flirt," Draco rolled his eyes and grasped his collar, pulling him close over the table. He looked side to side making sure nobody was looking at them before placing a soft, lingering peck on his lips.

"That's not enough," Harry said teasingly.

"If you behave, I'll give you more kisses before you leave."

"Then I will be the most well-behaved person," Harry placed a solemn hand on his chest, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Draco bit his lip to stop them from stretching into a broader smile, "Dinner?" He picked up the menu and waved it in front of his face.

They ordered food and patiently waited, talking about their work and home and hobbies or anything that could keep the conversation flowing. Talking to each other was easy now, there was no awkward pauses or searching for a topic that they both liked.