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Misunderstood Intentions (Harry's Version)

Harry Potter wasn't exactly known for being smooth when it came to relationships. In fact, most of his romantic endeavors had been filled with awkward moments, clumsy confessions, and miscommunications. So, when he realized that he had feelings for Draco Malfoy during their eighth year at Hogwarts, he knew he was in for a challenge.

It wasn't supposed to happen. He and Draco had barely spoken before this year, but after the war, everything had changed. They were no longer enemies, and though they weren't exactly friends, there was something there-an understanding, a tentative connection that had grown over the months. Somehow, without Harry even realizing it, he had started thinking about Draco in ways that left his heart racing and his stomach in knots.

So naturally, when the idea of asking Draco out crossed Harry's mind, he panicked. He had no idea how to approach it, no idea what Draco thought of him, and no idea if Draco was even interested in dating anyone. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had to do something. Otherwise, he'd spend the rest of the year wondering what could've happened.

And, being Harry Potter, he decided that the best course of action was to just go for it.

It was a Saturday morning, and Harry had spotted Draco sitting in the courtyard, reading a book and looking infuriatingly calm and composed. The sunlight glinted off Draco's pale blond hair, and Harry felt his palms start to sweat. But he had a plan. Well, sort of.

He'd ask Draco if he wanted to go to Hogsmeade with him. Casual. Friendly. A no-pressure kind of invitation. Harry figured it would be easier that way-if Draco said no, Harry could always play it off as just a friendly outing.

Taking a deep breath, Harry approached the bench where Draco was sitting. His heart was pounding, but he tried to act like everything was normal.

"Hey, Malfoy," Harry greeted, his voice a little more shaky than he'd intended.

Draco looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow. "Potter," he said, his tone neutral but not unfriendly. "What do you want?"

Harry swallowed, trying to keep his nerves in check. "I was wondering if you wanted to, uh, go to Hogsmeade with me. This weekend. You know, check out that new café."

Draco blinked, clearly taken by surprise. He stared at Harry for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

Harry nodded, feeling his heart race. "Yeah. I mean, if you're free. I just thought it might be nice."

Draco continued to study him, his silver eyes flickering with something Harry couldn't quite place. After a moment, Draco gave a small shrug, closing his book with a soft thud. "Alright. Why not? Saturday afternoon?"

Relief flooded through Harry, and he couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face. "Yeah, Saturday afternoon sounds good."

Draco nodded, and with a final glance at Harry, stood up. "I'll see you then, Potter." He paused, as if considering something, before adding with a slight smirk, "Try not to get into any trouble before that."

Harry chuckled nervously, watching Draco walk away. His heart was still pounding in his chest, but there was a new sense of excitement bubbling up inside him. Draco had said yes. Draco Malfoy had agreed to go to Hogsmeade with him.

Maybe this would actually work out.

By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, Harry was a mess of nerves. He had spent an embarrassing amount of time choosing what to wear-something casual, but not too casual. He finally settled on a dark green jumper (Hermione had once told him it brought out his eyes), paired with his favorite winter coat and a Gryffindor scarf.

When he arrived at the Hogsmeade gates, he found Draco already there, dressed in sleek black robes and looking effortlessly put-together, as always. Draco greeted Harry with a nod, his expression calm and unreadable.

"Ready?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, let's go," Harry replied, his heart skipping a beat as they started walking together toward the café.

As they strolled through the village, Harry couldn't help but feel a little out of his depth. Was this a date? He meant it as a date, but Draco didn't seem to be treating it like one. Maybe he hadn't realized? Or maybe he was just being subtle. Harry had no idea what was going on in Draco's mind.

They arrived at the café and took a seat by the window, where the late afternoon sun streamed in, casting a warm glow over their table. The café itself was cozy, with soft lighting and a peaceful atmosphere. It was perfect-just intimate enough without being too obvious.

As they ordered their drinks and started chatting, Harry found himself relaxing. It was surprisingly easy to talk to Draco now, and before long, they were deep in conversation about school, Quidditch, and everything in between. Draco was smart, witty, and had a way of teasing Harry that left him both flustered and amused.

Halfway through the conversation, Harry caught himself smiling more than he had in ages. This was going well. Better than he had expected, in fact. Maybe this really was turning into a date.

But then Draco made an offhanded comment that changed everything.

"So," Draco said, leaning back in his chair and giving Harry a pointed look, "is this your idea of a friendly outing, or were you actually trying to ask me on a date?"

Harry froze, mid-sip of his coffee, his eyes widening. "What?"

Draco smirked, though there was something softer in his eyes. "Come on, Potter. I've known you long enough to know when you're nervous about something. Was this meant to be a date?"

Harry's heart sank. He had been trying so hard to play it cool, and now Draco was calling him out on it. He set his cup down, feeling his face heat up. "I-I mean... yeah? I was hoping it was. But if you didn't think it was-"

Draco raised a hand, cutting him off. "I didn't say I wasn't interested," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I just wasn't sure you knew it was a date."

Harry blinked, his confusion only growing. "What do you mean?"

Draco chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You're terrible at this, Potter. You invite me out, but then spend the whole time acting like it's nothing special. If you wanted it to be a date, you should've said so."

Harry's stomach flipped, but this time it wasn't out of fear. "So... does that mean you would've said yes if I'd been clearer?"

Draco's smirk widened, but there was a warmth in his expression now. "Yes, you idiot. I would've said yes. But I've had to sit here trying to figure out if you were just dragging me out for coffee or if there was something more going on."

Harry's face flushed, and he let out a nervous laugh. "I thought I was being obvious."

"You weren't," Draco said with a grin. "But I'll let it slide."

Relief flooded through Harry, and for the first time that day, he let himself relax completely. "Okay, so... this is a date, then?"

Draco rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Yes, Potter. This is a date."

Harry's heart soared, and he couldn't help but grin. "Good. I'm glad we cleared that up."

Draco chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of his drink. "You really are hopeless."

"Yeah, I know," Harry admitted, but his smile never wavered.

As they sat there, the café buzzing softly around them, Harry felt a sense of contentment settle over him. This wasn't how he'd expected the day to go, but somehow, it had turned out even better than he'd hoped.

And maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something more.

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