Drarry-Shots.

Muggle Clothes.

Title; Muggle Clothes.
~Hello, guys. This will be my second one-shot on this book, considering that I haven't made a one-shot in a while. Like, at all. On my other book, I'm sorry. I'm trying my best so just bear with me, guys. Please? I hope you enjoy this one-shot and God forgive me for not publishing a one-shot on my other book.~

View; Third.
Word count; 812.
April 8, 2018. Sunday.

Draco Malfoy leaned against the wall, his shoulder pressing firmly against its cold temperature as he took a big, juicy bite of a green apple. He was watching Harry. No, not in a creepy way.. unless you consider creepy as in someone staring at the other with lustful eyes? Nah. Not creepy.

Harry was talking to Mud-blood and the Weasle-boy. He had on Muggle clothes, Draco could tell, since they didn't look anything like the robes they should wear. Draco aggressively took another bite out of his apple, wiping off the juice that dripped off his chin.

Draco couldn't lie, the boy looked very attractive in those so called Muggle clothes. He was wearing a black knitted sweater with long sleeves, that he had covering his hands, and just some regular blue jeans. Draco almost drooled at the sight.

(Picture of Harry's knitted sweater.)

Draco noticed Harry look over at him. Draco's eyes immediately shot away from the emerald eyes of Harry, his cheeks flushing a dangerous red on his pale skin. He could see how Harry's eyebrows had furrowed when he looked away, and how Granger and Weasley had looked over at him with knowing looks. Draco sighed. How could he have been so foolish to let his eyes lie on his beloved crush for such a long while?

Draco heard footsteps against the leaves, which made them crunch. His eyes instantly looked to see where the footsteps were coming from, and his eyes lied on a pair of black converse shoes. His eyes trailed up the figure, his eyes finally meeting with Harry's.

"Hello, Malfoy," Harry purred, a smirk taking form on his lips.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco scoffed, taking the last bite of his apple and throwing it to the side.

"Nothing," Harry crossed his arms. "I just want to know why you were staring at me."

Draco choked, covering it up with a cough and a sneer. "I was totally not staring at you," Draco replied, his cheeks turning a faint pink when he realised he had said such a foolish word such as "totally."

"I would believe that, but it was quite obvious that you were staring at me. Even Hermione and Ron pointed it out," He grinned, his head turning to the direction of his two best friends.

"Well, you're w-wrong," Draco stumbled on his words, and he mentally slapped himself for acting so weak.

"Oh?" Harry questioned. "Come on, Malfoy, you and I both know that's wrong."

"Wrong that I was staring at you," Draco crossed his arms, standing forward to be more confident, and smirked.

"Face the fact, Potter, I was not staring at you."

Harry rolled his eyes and slowly turned around, drifting back to his friends while he mumbled incoherent words.

"Not my fault that you look so good in Muggle clothes," Draco mumbled, his heart beating fast when Harry had stopped dead in his tracks

"What.. what was that?" Harry asked, turning around.

Draco's cheeks had flushed again, his cheeks a brilliant shade of red and his ears seemed to burn and ring.

"I said, not my fault that you look so bad in Muggle clothes," Draco replied.

"You did not say that, Malfoy," Harry said, glaring at the slightly taller boy.

"COME ON, JUST KISS ALREADY!" Ron yelled.

They both had jumped up in a fright, looking towards the voice. Ron's ears were red and Hermione snorted with laughter.

"Y-Yeah, come on, you both know you want to!" Hermione shouted over her laughter.

Turns out, they did kiss. Not there in front of Hermione and Ron, but Harry had dragged Draco behind a nearby wall and basically snogged him to death.

"W-Wow.." Draco stumbled, a small smile curving at his red lips.

"Yeah.. wow," Harry grinned faintly, taking ahold of the collar of Draco's shirt and pulling him closer.

"You know, Draco, I have loved you. For a while, that is," Harry muttered.

"Yeah, I could tell," Draco replied, but he saw the looks in Harry's that read "That wasn't the response I was looking for- so you better say you love me back,"

"Yes, yes, I've loved you too," Draco murmured, shaking his head. "I still do."

"I know, I can tell."

Hey guys, that must've been horrible. I'm sorry, I was running out of time, so I just rushed through. Hope you liked it anyway!