My model, my lover (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 2

How had Draco not noticed the boy earlier? They shared 2 classes together, even. Both of which, however, Harry sat at the very corner of the room, in his worn out clothes and the most basic of stationary with his Friend. Something along the name of Ron, and his Girlfriend called Hermes or something.

"Hey." Draco sees him at lunchtime, smiling. His girl-space-Friend with frizzy hair taps his arm.

"How do you know him?" She asks, halfway through freaking out.

"Fred said that his Friend said that he's looking for a nude model, so I asked Harry mate to go." Ron tells her. "Right?"

"You mean, Blaise told Fred who told you who told Harry that I was looking for a nude model." He says. Fred and George, the famous Weasley twins, had all kinds of connections. Even after leaving high school, they had a legacy that would be remembered for years. "Well, I should introduce myself. Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy."

"We know, you're the popular rich kid. The whole fucking school knows." Ron's Sister, Ginny, snorts. "I still can't believe you're modelling, Harry."

"School fees are expensive, you know." He murmurs, embarrassed. "Do you want so sit down? Because of your... you know."

"Ah, I'm fine. I just thought I'll drop by to say hi." Draco gives a small smile, nodding at them before sitting with his friends. His friends, meaning all the other popular kids in school. Blaise Zabini, who is the biggest player ever and only wears jackets made of black leather, getting away with everything because of his good looks. Pansy Parkinson, her Father runs the defense force, bonus points for being a cheerleader as well. And of course, Goyle and Crabbe, the star players in the Football team.

"I still can't believe you're doing that kind of job." Ginny tells him, a disgusted look on her face. It was no secret she has a huge crush on him, and anything or anyone that came remotely close as competition made her jealous. The salty, bitter type of jealous.

"It's art, Gin. Nothing much." Harry brushes her off quickly, focusing on eating his sandwich.

"Harry! He has naked replicates of you, in pencil, crayons, or whatever he goddamn pleases!" She screams.

"Can you be softer?" A frown formed on his face as he looked down, feeling miserable. A second later, he picked up his books and grabbed his lunch, leasing the canteen to god knows where.

"Wait, no. Harry!" Ginny calls after him. "That's not what I meant!"

"Sit down, little sis." Ron tells her, shaking his head. "You better find a way to apologise to my best mate."

"That's not what I meant." She whines, yanking at her hair. "Fucking Draco Malfoy."

"Hey. Watch it." Crabbe warns her, shouting from the other table.

"Your Friend is obviously hitting on what is mine!"

"Excuse you. He's not dating you, is he? Are you two married?" Goyle rolls his eyes. "You have a way of making him sound like a escort. What a brilliant way to treat your crush. He's obviously gonna be head over heels in love with you."

"Artistically speaking, what you said just now is pretty offensive." Pansy murmurs. "We don't look at people sexually. It's to understand the anatomy of the human body, while drawing out the person's emotions, on canvas."

"Logically speaking, you're trying to speak up for your Friend, but he's long disappeared." Ginny rolls her eyes back at Goyle, making sure he noticed before she sits down in a huff. They turn around, only to realise that Draco was nowhere, his books all packed and gone, before looking at each other in shock.

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"What're you doing here?" Harry asks, nibbling on his lunch quietly. The Indoor Swimming Complex was deserted, the serenity only disturbed by an occasional sound of rippling water.

"I saw you come in." Draco says, sitting beside him on the resting bench next to the pool. "Do you think what you did is wrong?"

"I-I don't know." He stares at the sandwich, afraid of looking anywhere else. "You think my parents would be proud of me?"

"I... I don't know how your parents are like." Draco says finally. "What about asking them? Opening up to your parents isn't a bad thing."

"I can't. They're dead." Harry's words were cold, sending chills down his spine. "When I was one, our family met in a car accident. My dad, the driver, died on the spot. My Mother tried to protect me, dying 3 minutes before they could send her to the hospital. And me, I am left with this scar on my forehead."

"I'm sorry." He didn't know what for, but it was a nice thing to say, right? It's what is said when you hear this kind of stuff.

"I was brought to my aunt to be taken care of. They didn't care about me, much. I think they wanted me to go away and leave them alone. At thirteen, my godfather came to reunite with me, he was in jail for 12 years, wrongly accused. He brought me back home, but he was so broken. He loved me, but he got addicted to alcohol. He had so many gangster enemies that I was so scared. One day, one of them tried to kill me and he came to save me, but then they beat him to death. And I'm just all alone now."

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't be bothered by it, my stupid life story." Harry says after a while, sniffing in an effort to hold the tears back.

"No." Draco wraps his arms around him, the golden tanned skin and refined body. "You're a very, very brave person. Your parents will be very proud. And I don't know about the modelling, but I know it's not a stripper job. You're not a cheap person, Harry."

"And it's okay to cry. Everyone breaks down once in a while." He adds in a whisper, his white-blonde hair resting on his shoulder.

"Thank you." For some reason, Harry didn't feel the need to cry anymore, wrapping his arms around his thin, fragile frame.

"That's for yourself. For being honest. The world is such a fake place nowadays." Draco smiles in his shoulder. "You in the swim team?"

"Yeah. No one really talks about the swim team, do they?"

"I think swimming is great." He hums. "You have any other jobs?"

"I'm a personal trainer, gym stuff. Work at a cafe during weekends." Draco nods. He liked his arms around him, like that. Unfortunately, they move away quietly, eating lunch at the pool, their knees touching and smiling whenever their eyes met.