Drarry: The Boy Who Loved

Domestic (kind of)

The next week they stargazed twice, absentmindedly held hands four times. Once in public. Hermione noticed. Ron didn't. Ginny noticed. Luna didn't. But the two pointed it out to the others, and they denied it, Ron vehemently, Luna breezily.

"No way would Harry fall for that bloke," Ron said.

"Maybe you're just seeing things," Luna said. "There are a lot of Nargles in the air this time of year, anyhow."

Harry and Draco had no idea the others had noticed. They weren't even aware they were doing it. It was second nature at this point. Now that the weather was getting colder as November rolled around, it seemed normal to them to reach for each other when walking down a chilly street in Hogsmeade. They were happy that way.

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"Fucking wand!" Draco's outburst rang throughout the apartment.

Harry hastened to his bedroom, where he laughed when he saw a smoldering pile of clothing on the floor. "What'd you do?"

"I was trying to clean some things, but this thing set them on fire instead!" Draco ranted. "I have nothing to wear now!"

"Calm down, Draco," Harry said, snatching Malfoy's wand from him. "I'll go down to Diagon Alley and get this fixed for you."

"Thanks," Draco sighed. "Are you sure? It's late."

"I'll be back by ten," Harry promised, and Disapparated.

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"I'm home!" Harry called, shaking the water from his boots. "Man, it's raining so hard out..." his voice trailed off when Malfoy came in, wearing one of Harry's Muggle shirts.

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HE LOOKS SO HOT

Harry cleared his throat loudly, hoping it would help to clear his head. "Here's your wand," he stuttered, handing it over. 

"Thanks," Malfoy said, taking it from him. "Your shirt is pretty comfortable, Potter."

"Cool, yeah," Harry said, going red. "Well, now you can take it off, cause-"

"Nah, I like it."

"But-"

"I said it's comfortable." And it smells like you, too. 

There was an earsplitting knock on the door. Harry strode over and flung it open. Ron stood there, grinning. "Hey, Harry-" he stopped short when he saw Draco in Harry's shirt. "Uh."

Hermione, who was standing behind him, snickered.

"We thought it'd be nice to drop in before the weekend, maybe watch something," Hermione said, brushing past him and smiling at Malfoy. "Hey, Draco." 

Ron nudged Harry. "Something you wanna tell us, mate?" Harry stared at the floor, embarrassed but at the same time uproariously happy. 

"No," he murmured. "What're we watching?"

"Probably just the news, Ronald didn't bring any movies," Hermione said, scowling at Ron.

"Hey, we can just tune into a late night thing!" Ron said, holding his hands up defensively.