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Threads of Affection (Part 2)

The days following Draco's gift of the jacket were strange, to say the least. Harry wore it constantly-whether it was to class, on trips to Hogsmeade, or just lounging in the common room. Each time Harry slipped into the perfectly tailored green jacket, Draco felt a swell of pride and warmth, though he did his best to hide it.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed different too. Ever since that night in the library, the dynamic between them had shifted. Harry's compliments on the jacket had turned into something more subtle, more intimate. A lingering look. A smile that seemed a little too soft. The unspoken tension that had simmered between them for months was now undeniable, but neither of them had yet addressed it.

Draco found himself constantly watching Harry. His mind would wander during class, imagining what else he could make for him. Every time he saw Harry, his head spun with new ideas-a cloak that would match the lines of Harry's broad shoulders, or a scarf that would bring out the gold in his hair. It had become a quiet obsession, this need to create something for Harry, to show him how much he meant.

But what Draco hadn't anticipated was how deeply his feelings had started to evolve. Making clothes for Harry wasn't just about fashion anymore. It was about connection. It was about the way Harry made him feel-seen, understood, valued in a way that Draco hadn't been in a long time.

It was a cold Saturday afternoon when everything came to a head. The temperature had dropped sharply overnight, and the grounds of Hogwarts were blanketed in frost. The students were either huddled indoors by the fire or taking brisk walks through the snow-covered grounds, wrapped up in their winter cloaks.

Harry had insisted on dragging Draco out to the Quidditch pitch. It wasn't the first time Harry had invited him to fly, but it was the first time Draco hadn't come up with an excuse to avoid it. And now here they were-Harry zipping through the air on his Firebolt, his breath visible in the cold, and Draco watching from below, his arms crossed and a small smile on his face.

Harry landed in front of him, his cheeks flushed and his hair windswept, the green jacket Draco had made him standing out brilliantly against the white snow.

"Come on, Malfoy," Harry called, still grinning from the thrill of flying. "Are you going to join me or just stand there looking pretty?"

Draco snorted, but he couldn't help the smile tugging at his lips. "I think I'll leave the reckless stunts to you, Potter."

Harry raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, his breath puffing out in little clouds in the cold air. "Afraid to get your robes dirty?"

Draco smirked, but before he could come up with a retort, Harry's eyes softened as they met his. "Or maybe," Harry said quietly, "you just like watching me."

Draco felt his heart stutter in his chest. Harry had always been bold-recklessly so-but this was something different. This wasn't the usual banter, the teasing that they'd gotten used to. This felt... real.

"I do," Draco found himself admitting, his voice low. "I like watching you."

Harry blinked, clearly surprised by the honesty, but then his grin softened into something more genuine. "Yeah?"

Draco nodded, his throat tight. "Yeah."

They stood there for a moment, the cold air swirling around them, but neither of them seemed to notice. Harry took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Draco's.

"You know," Harry began, his voice quieter now, "I've been thinking about that jacket."

Draco raised an eyebrow, trying to focus on Harry's words rather than the way his heart was pounding in his chest. "What about it?"