My model, my lover (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 5

"Why are you two holding hands? Are you together?" Ginny glares at their interlocked fingers, her face turning as red as her hair.

"You jealous?" Blaise asks. "I told you you don't stand a chance with him, little girl."

"I am not little." She snaps. "Harry, I'm sorry. Don't do this in a fit of anger, please?"

"I don't like you, Ginny. We've went over this 10 times already."

"Let him go, for God's sake. You're embarrassing me." Ron runs a hand through his hair.

"I refuse to lose to this blonde git. I refuse." Ginny stares at Harry, glassy eyed. "Does his parents know?"

"Don't you dare." Crabbe hisses.

"They don't, huh." She says smugly. "Why do you think he's single, Harry? Because everyone is scared of dating him."

"Ginerva. Breaking us up isn't the equivalent of us being together, you get it? I treat you as a friend, nothing more. You're making things awkward because your Brother is also my best mate and it's bad to make him pick sides." He says as calmly as possible. "Look, I don't know what you have against him, or any of them. You just need time to think, okay?"

"You are the most heartless creature ever." Ginny smacks his chest hard, wiping the tears away. "I hate you, all of you. And you especially, Malfoy." Then she runs off in a fit of tears.

"You see, thank god I'm a player. People expect me to break hearts." Blaise announces proudly. "So what are you gonna do with her now?"

"Not sure. I'll submerge myself in chemistry homework first." Harry says, sitting down and taking out his notes. "I'm sorry it has to be your Sister, Ron."

"Nah, mate. She needs a good waking up." Ron says. "I'll talk to her when I'm free. Hopefully she comes through."

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"Harry, what do you like to do?" Draco asks. "In your free time, I mean." Now that they were officially together, painting him was more relaxing to do. Everything he painted down was his Boyfriend, and it felt good.

"Take photos, I guess. Or writing. I kinda like writing short stories." He murmurs.

"You like taking photos?" He exclaims, having a great idea come to his mind. "Do you have a camera?"

'The school lends us one, for that lesson. I'm trying to save for a personal one now." Harry says.

"I can buy you one. Like a... a Boyfriend present." Draco finds himself saying.

"It means I need to get you something too. What do you want?"

"Hugs. And kisses. And for you to be my model." He smiles at the canvas, at the painting of him. "I can be your model for photos."

"Like a fashion show? You can change clothes and I'll take the pics." Draco nods, finishing up the final details of the painting. Then he ends the session and let's Harry put on his clothes.

"Are you busy?" He asks before Harry leaves.

"Yeah, gotta work at the gym." He nods, hiding his disappointment. How nice if they could cuddle for a while, or watch a movie, or go out together. "I'll bring you on a date tomorrow."

"Really?" Draco lights up, skipping to the door.

"Warning, you're not going to be sitting in a nice luxurious car. You'll be at the back of a motorbike." Harry tells him in advance. "And we ain't going anywhere fancy."

"I don't need fancy, or luxurious, or anything that screams 'money'." He says. "I just want to be with you."

"Okay. I'll make some cupcakes." He kisses him on the nose. "Meet at the lockers after school."

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"Beautiful." Draco hops off the bike, going to the edge of the rocky terrain, watching the sea 30 metres below them, the dark shady forest over their heads.

"You haven't seen the little ones yet." Harry makes a long whistle sound, followed by a couple other shorter ones. He does it again, and again, and then a few small, brightly coloured birds fly in their direction, landing on his shoulders and outstretched arms.

"You come here often?" He asks, admiring the gorgeous plumage of feathers.

"When I feel down after my godfather passed. The motorbike is his, actually." He says, opening a small can of nuts for the birds. "Want to carry them?" Draco sticks a hand out hesitantly. Harry drops a few seeds onto his palm, and 2 of them climb onto him quite easily. Their grip wasn't tight, thank goodness for that, and he found himself enjoying it after a while, reaching his other hand out to pat its blue head and green back.

"They're so cute." He giggles, engrossed with feeding the 2 small animals on his arm.

"Knew you would like them." Harry scoops up another one, putting it on his shoulder. "Thought you might want to draw a few of them."

"I would love to." Draco says, feeling the soft feathers brush against his neck. "I'll bring my watercolours next time.

"Yeah? Turn around for me, Draco." He took out his new camera, his present from his Boyfriend, snapping a picture of him with the birds. "You look cute in that picture."

"I wasn't even posing nicely." He pouts.

"It's a casual look." Harry drops another bird on his arm, keeping him busy. "You don't need to pose. You already look nice."

"Such a sweet talker." He gives another long, irregular whistle and the birds fly off them to a nearby shrub. "Wonder how much sweet talking it took to make those birds listen to you so much."

"Not a lot. They're easy going." He laughs, laying out a mat for them to sit down and rinsing their hands with his bottle of water. "You can play with them later. Do you want your cupcakes or cookies first?"

"See, that's why you're the nicest person ever." Draco says, already digging through the chocolate chip cookies.

"Why?"

"Because you said you'll bring cupcakes, but you bring cookies as well. That's the definition of the best Boyfriend ever." He replies, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Trust me, Pansy's dictionary says so as well." Harry licks off the chocolate on the side of his mouth, wrapping his arms around him. And they spend the rest of the day eating snacks and feeding birds and admiring the sunset.