My model, my lover (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 8

"I want to play the umbrella game." Draco whines like a little kid. "Please? We have a free period now, and it's just before lunch. Long break."

"Okay, okay. I found a nice little slope to play." Harry complies, snapping his books shut.

"What the hell is an umbrella game?" Ron asks. "Sounds like a kid game."

"Of course it is. What do you want to play, Ronnie? Algebra games? Pythagoras' theorem games?"

"Got it. Growing up sucks." He mutters, sighing into his assessment books. "Mate, What the fucking hell is this talking about. What asymptotes. Where asymptotes?"

"Professor went through in class." Hermione chides.

"Or you could just solve the shitty thing in 3 steps, by understanding how graphs work." Harry chimes in, pushing Draco off to the outdoors.

"Yeah, what is the umbrella game?" Hermione asks.

"Follow them and you'll know." Pansy smiles while sketching a picture of a vase.

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By the end of January, there was not only the umbrella game, but also the shots game, twigs game, spin game, and all sorts of weird things that Harry could possibly think of.

The canvas stand was adjusted to wheelchair height, now that Draco got accustomed to it and was less repulsed thanks to Harry. It was a routine, whereby he would nude model for the first part, and then Draco was to go in and change into 3 outfits, posing differently for each one while Harry took photos.

The start of spring also marked the start of competitions, swimming competitions, at least. It meant harder and longer trainings for him, really burning him out. February flew by quickly, and for the first time in years, the school was hype about the whole event. Anything that was talked about by the popular group immediately became the talk of the town. So, like all weird things in high school, the international indoor swimming complex was packed with people, despite the 15 minute drive and the fact that it was after school.

Harry walked in being 'Draco's Boyfriend', 2 hours in he was officially the hottest boy in school, with a gold medals to his name and an instant fan club.

"See? I told you to not stress it." Blaise claps him on the back, ignoring the beads of pool water dripping down.

"Not stress it? Everyone is staring." Harry says, wrapping the towel around himself tightly.

"That's because you're a star now. You've proven your worth." Goyle says. "Get used to it. People may ask you to striptease since you got them assets here." He smacks Harry's hard stomach.

"Don't terrify him." Draco scolds, smiling at his boyfriend. "Go shower and change. I'll wait for you at the car." Harry smiles back with gratitude, taking his bag from him and slipping off to the bathroom.

"I would watch out if I were you." Pansy murmurs. "Looks like he'll get a lot of requests for nude modelling soon."

"He's mine." Draco glares at her. "Mine only."

"Okay, possessive child." She shakes her head, messing his hair while pushing him to the carpark. "Get on. Wait for him inside." Harry comes out 10 minutes after in a fresh set of clothes, on his bike.

"Are you bringing him back?" He asks, taking out a can of nuts that made Draco all smiles. "Wanna go on a date, darling?"

"Yeah." He clambers out of the seat, making it a few steps on his feet before they start to shake. Harry catches him in time, helping him hoist a leg over the bike. "Did you bring something for me?"

"Your dear cookies, of course. And something special, you'll find out." He says, throwing a pack of cookies at them for Blaise to catch. "Made them this morning."

"Can you help me send back my wheelchair?" Draco asks.

"Sure. And I love you lots, mate." Ron says as if he was the driver. Then Harry drove off with Draco hugging his waist. "Wait, where they going again? Draco doesn't need the wheelchair?"

"Oh, you're asking me." Goyle says, turning the music up. "It's probably some other game. But we have the cookies."

"Yeah, cookies. Fuck my diet." Pansy moans into a bite of its chewy centre. "Imagine how Draco gets all the good ones. These aren't even the best ones yet. Good lord. Maybe his are heart shaped or something cute. Gosh, Harry for best boyfriend. Anyone?"

"I'll remind you he's taken, okay? Don't get too excited." Ron says good naturedly. "I don't need to deal with another person like my Sister."