Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•More than Friends•

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Harry and his friend has returned for their eighth year and to his pleasant surprise, after the trials were over it seemed as though he and Malfoy held no other grudges. Sure they would bicker occasionally, but mostly they had become...friendly, he supposed, with one another.

"Hell no, Gin, I'm not wearing those!"

"But Harry," she whined playfully while holding up a pair of jeans that Harry knew for a fact would be too skinny. "They'd look great of you."

He shook his head.

"Just because I've come out doesn't mean I going to dress like a muggle- pornstar!"

"A muggle what?"

"Nevermind. Just- thanks, but no thanks, Gin." She nodded at him and smiled that sickly sweet smile as though she understood.

A week later the golden trio decided to spend the weekend near the lake before the warm weather was gone, but all of Harry's trousers were missing. Shorts too! All except the second-skin tight dark wash distressed jeans with the tears in the knees that Ginny had been trying to force him in for almost a month once he came out about being gay.

Harry angrily forced himself into a shirt along with the jeans before throwing on his trainers and marching down the stairs.

As he walked through the common room there were giggles from the girls and playful whistles from the guys. He reached Hermione and Ron who just watched him in surprise as he pushed past them and headed towards the portrait hole.

"C'mon you guys, we're going to miss breakfast," he said as they walked quickly down the corridor. When they reached the stairs they slowed down enough that they wouldn't slip. As they continued walking a voice called from the top.

"Hey Potter, looking sexy today!" called Draco as he stood with his arms crossed leisurely while leaning on the railing.

Harry turned around quickly and smiled.

"Well you'd know, you got the best view from up there!" Draco nodded as he smirked and bit his bottom lip before responding.

"Hell yeah I do. I hate seeing you go, but I love to watch you leave."

"Well isn't that just too bad?" asked Harry turning back and leading a confused Hermione and a frightened Ron down and towards the Great Hall. "See ya around, Malfoy."

"Yeah, definitely, Potter."

They entered and sat at the Gryffindor table where Harry had almost forgotten his anger at Ginny until she smiled at him and slid closer.

"Ah, you're wearing them!" She squealed.

"Only because all my other trousers are missing!"

"Not missing," she insisted. "Hidden. They're still in the tower, they haven't even left your wardrobe. I just transfigured them into extra hangers." She looked over at Hermione as if to say 'boys' but her and Ron were still in a bit of shocked silence.

Ron shook his head.

"What the heck was that, mate?"