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forty-one | fluff

i forgot to write the fluffy part of a friendship before the relationship

whoops

photo is a tattoo that will come up later

has a scar in it so if that'll bug u skip it

~no pov

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"What the fuck Draco?"

"Do you love me?"

"Sure?"

This, despite no actual I love you being said, was everything to Draco. He knew he loved Harry, he really did. He hid his attraction mostly well. He was waiting for the right time to confess.

"So would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"No?"

"What the fuck Potter?"

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"Yes, because worm-you would look better than you do now. Without your stupid hair and stupid smile and stupid style, you'd be a perfect worm."

"So I'm perfect?"

"What?"

"Is my smile really stupid?"

Draco looked over at the boy who was frowning slightly, tapping his fingers to his thumb. He didn't think Potter's smile was stupid, nor his hair and style. He loved it on Harry, but knew it wouldn't suit him personally.

"You're beautiful, idiot." Draco smiled. "I love your smile, style and hair. You always have that just got fucked look but you pull it off. It honestly makes you incredibly attractive. Your style isn't stupid at all. It's cute, and you pull off baggy jeans and hoodies more than anyone. And your smile, god I would buy you the world just to see you smile."

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

Harry was self-conscious, and still not fully okay with his body. He found it hard to accept compliments, because he never got any growing up. Sure, as a teenager, he'd had a few girls and the occasional guy think he was hot, but that was it.

Hot.

No one had ever called him beautiful. A 'feminine' word, but a good compliment nonetheless. It was better than hot, because it's like being told you are pretty inside and out.

Hot was more of a sexual compliment, in Harry's eyes. Beautiful was of love, romance.

"Of course you are. You're so beautiful." Draco wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulder, and pulled the boy's head onto his chest. It was common for them to lie on the field looking like this.

If people came to their field at night, they'd assume the boys were dating. They weren't, but they wish more than anything that they were.

"You are beautiful too, Draco." Harry spoke softly. "You're ethereal, unearthly. Your hair is so light, it's like the stars up there, but in your hair. And your eyes, god I could get lost in them. I love your eyes more than anything, because they're so unique. Your skin is so pale, you used to look sick. But you're healthy now, and it's beautiful. You're beautiful."

"Careful there, Potter. Compliment me enough and I'll fall in love with you."

I already have.

"Please, you would never." Harry laughed.

i pray that you do

"If you're still single by thirty, I'll marry you. We can be the cutest, platonic husbands." Draco really hoped he wouldn't spend the next fourteen years pining over the boy. Unless he was pining for Potter as his boyfriend.