Stolen Glances (Drarry)

5

(TW mention of death, NO MCD just the concept of)

Harry was having a rough day. As a war survivor does. He hadn't left bed all day, and didn't plan to. He was just staring at the ceiling. Around noon someone knocked. "Open." Was all Harry muttered, and for once he didn't even feel surprised when Draco Malfoy walked in.

"What's wrong Potter?" He asked softly, taking in the sight in-front of him. "Just thinking about death." Draco visibly winced, and sat down next to Harry.

"You can't die on me Potter, who life will I make miserable?"

"I'm just thinking about it. Not of my own. Just death in general." Harry said this so calmly, not breaking his current eye contact with the ceiling.

Draco wasn't sure what to say, so he just grabbed Harry's hand and held it in his own. "Potter. You did everything you could. You did everything correctly. You saved the wizarding world. You couldn't have possibly saved every one. Everyone knew what they were getting into, you aren't at fault for anyone's death."

Harry finally looked at Draco, who was looking right back at him. "How do you always know what is wrong and what to say?" Draco chuckled softly, "seven years of watching you. I've learned a lot about you."

Harry laughed, shaking his head. "You'll come up with anything just so you don't have to admit you care about me."

"I do care about you. As I said whose life am I going to make miserable if you're not here."

Harry glared for a second, but he couldn't help but smile at Draco. Attempting to hide his face again so the other boy didn't see.

"Why don't you get up, get dressed, and we can go for a walk? Fresh air may make you feel better."

"You want to be seen in public with me? After the article?" Harry asked carefully, he didn't have the energy in him to fight with Draco right now. Last time they were seen together they had an article written about them. And Draco didn't take it so lightly.

"I'm sorry I acted a fool last week, I don't care what the prophet says. Besides if we just walk around Hogwarts it will be fine, the students don't care anymore."

Harry sighed, but nodded, getting up to get dressed. Throwing on some basic jeans and a hoodie. Draco couldn't help but look at him, even in the most simple outfits he couldn't deny Harry had gotten very attractive over the years. The once scrawny little kid, was now a much more muscular attractive young man.

Draco had to peel his eyes away, clearing his throat. "You ready?" Harry nodded silently walking out of the dorm with Draco.

(TW over)

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The boys were sitting under a tree, talking about anything and everything. "So what do you actually enjoy? I feel like we only know bad things about each other." Harry said casually, looking up at Draco.

Draco looked up at Harry as well, blushing at the eye contact that seemed much different when they were this close to each other. "I really love painting, I enjoy reading, and quidditch." Harry's eyes light up at the mention of quidditch, and Draco melts at the sight.

The blonde curses himself mentally, because no. Absolutely not. The feelings he realized for Potter years ago absolutely could not resurface. It may have been easy for Hermione and Pansy, and even easier for Blaise and Ron.. but nothing has ever been easy for Draco and Harry.

Draco knew if he let himself fall again he'd get hurt just the same. "I love quidditch too, and thrifting. Oh and music!"

Draco's head tilted in confusion, "you like thrifting? What is that?"

Harry chuckled, "I forgot how much you don't know about muggles. It's a muggle thing."

"Oh alright, are you feeling better?" Draco wanted to end this as soon as possible, he originally wanted Harry to feel better but now his heart was racing and his palms were sweaty and he just kept getting lost in those damn green eyes.

"Yes I'm feeling a lot better, thank you. Dare I say I genuinely enjoy hanging out with you." Draco found himself blushing again, "I enjoy hanging out with you as well, prat. Now let's go in, it's dinner time shortly and everyone's worried about you."

"Whatever you say dad." Harry bit sarcastically, chuckling. Draco just rolled his eyes, "that's daddy to you sir." He winked, poking Harry's nose before taking off.

"Hey! Get back here you git." Harry hollered chasing the blonde and laughing.

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When they entered the great hall, out of breath and laughing from their little chasing fest their group of friends looked at them like they were mad. "What were you two up to?"

"Potter got embarrassed that he called me daddy, and then chased me around the corridor." Harry looked between his friends with wide eyes then at Draco.

"Alright that is so not how that happened!?"

"Is so!"

"Is not!"

"That's how I remember it!"

"Well then your memory is as delusional as you."

"Whatever you say darling."

"I hate you." Harry said through gritted teeth. He sat down looked at Hermione and Pansy who were cuddled up. He smiled, "you guys are perfect for each other." Pansy smiled, "thanks potter, when are you gonna be perfect with blondie."

Pansy murmured the last part, but Harry heard it. He looked over at Draco, who was in an intense conversation with Blaise and Ron about wizards chess. He smiled at how excited he got when talking about things he loved.

He zoned out staring at Draco, and Hermione and Pansy shared stolen glances between the two. They smirked, knowing the boys resolve was slipping much faster than either intended.

Draco eventually felt the stare, and looked behind his shoulder. Making eye contact with certain green eyes he smiled softly, and Blaise and Ron shared knowing looks.

Everyone could see them, between stolen glances and their casual bickering. The boys were falling, all of their friends just hoped they figured it out soon.

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A/N this took me three days to write and I kind of love it so

Hope you enjoyed loves.

Much love,

-H🫶🏼