Draco Malfoy wasn't sure why he agreed to this Muggle nonsense. But Blaise had insisted he "try something new," and after reluctantly filling out the ridiculous questionnaire, here he was, waiting in a stylish Muggle restaurant, dressed impeccably as always.
He was nursing a glass of wine when the door swung open.
And in walked Potter.
Draco froze. He stared in growing horror as Harry scanned the room and began walking toward him. Of all the restaurants, of all the days...
Harry spotted Draco a moment later, stopping mid-step with an expression that could only be described as resigned despair.
Fucking Potter. Always there to ruin his day.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Hey, Asshole," he said sharply, bitterness lacing his tone.
Harry blinked, and then realization dawned. His eyes widened in shock.
"Oh, come on!" Harry exclaimed.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Draco echoed.
Their mutual disgust was palpable. They sat through an awkward dinner full of veiled insults, snide remarks, and a begrudging acknowledgment that they might have some chemistry. But when they parted ways, it was with a firm understanding: Never again.
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"Hey, Asshole" | A Drarry Short Story
Fiksi PenggemarIf Harry ever set up a muggle dating profile, his description would say: 'anyone who's interested message me by replying to this question: If you ever met a very famous person, what would you say to them?' and after getting numerous boring responces...
