My model, my lover (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 12

Exams came and gone like the wind. As Draco predicted, the final assignment was fully-coloured paintings of humans, full or half body was up to them. Pansy ended up taking Blaise as her model, the conditions being that it was free, he would be drawn clothed fully and strictly zero nude modelling.

Unlike the rest of the paintings, however, the one that Draco brought was unexpectedly expected. It was Harry, of course, but not in a pose. It was a causal painting, with him perched on the side of the swimming pool, his hair dripping with water. The other models were sexualised to the max, but he was a different kind of sexy.

"I'm surprised you didn't squeeze his 6 pack in." Pansy says. Her painting was of Blaise artistically posed, lying on the sofa.

"Oh, yeah. Harry's abs are hot." A girl squeals in front. "You should've put your favourite thing about him in there."

"The painting doesn't need his abs. He's already attractive like that." Draco says defensively. "For the record, my favourite thing about him isn't his abs, it's his heart. And as for physical things, it's his eyes. They're both in there." The girl sulks, looking forward again and muttering something dumb under her breath. After their pieces were graded (and Draco got the highest score again, obviously), they were dismissed. The last arts lesson was done.

"Hey." Harry kisses him as he comes out of class, helping to hold the huge metre long painting of himself. "Did you score well?"

"Course he did. Highest in class as well." Pansy replies, smiling.

"You're so talented." He ruffles his blonde hair fondly.

"How did your photography go?" Draco asks.

"Good, of course. You're so cute, they wouldn't be able to grade badly." Harry says. "Can you believe it? School is done for the year. Time flies."

"We've been together for 7 months now."

"Yup."

"And you're the cutest couple in school." Goyle says. "Not made up. It's said in the school news. You've been voted cutest couple for 21 weeks now."

"Really. You read that." The two give him a look. "But we're out of high school, you know? We're going to college!" There wasn't a need to worry, since their school had direct college admission, unless they opted out. They would still be in the same school, with the same people and the same after school activities.

"We going out to celebrate?" Ron asks.

"Heck yes. I already bought the tokens." Blaise shows them 2 full bags of plastic coins. "Just waiting for Hermione and her medical reports." She comes out 5 minutes alter with a bright smile and they hop into the car, to the arcade.

"Come here, I'll hold you." Harry supports him by the hips, letting him play the game with the rest. Crabbe and Goyle proved to be the best at Basketball, Blaise at some ball game that required you to aim them into baskets, Hermione getting it lucky with the jackpot.

"Do you want to play?" Draco asks. "I can sit down for a while."

"Are you tired?" He passes him a bottle of water, putting him down immediately.

"Harry, I want you to have fun as well."

"I am having fun seeing you have fun." Harry says. "I'm not very good at throwing stuff, anyways."

"Then what about that one?" Draco points to the claw machine, Pansy trying and failing to grab a pink fox plushie.

"You want anything?" He asks. Draco shakes his head, although he was looking at the other machine with a huge penguin inside. "Like the penguin?"

"It looks like a hard catch." He murmurs.

"Don't trust me?" Harry puts in a token, thinking of ways to actually get the toy. In reality, he has never played in the arcade before. He doesn't know nuts about this machine. His first try, be managed to make the penguin fall off the shelf, now in an even more awkward position to catch.

"Forget it." Draco says, tapping his arm. "It's okay." Instead, Harry dumps in another token, trying again. By the fourth time, he managed to hook the penguin by its price tag, the toy dropping into the chute for collection.

"Bloody hell." Ron's mouth falls open. "That machine works?"

"It plays dirty. So you just have to play dirty as well." He grins, passing the plushie to Draco. It fit nicely into his lap so he could rest his head on it.

"Come here and teach me your ways." Pansy says dramatically. Harry ends up getting her the toy in another 2 tries.

"How much money have you spent practising on this thing, even?" Blaise asks, shaking his head.

"Not much. 6 tokens now." Harry smiles. "Let's go to the dance machine."

"Hell yes."

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"What is that?" Draco's Mother asks, pointing at the penguin. "What kind of low-grade toy is that?"

"Needless to say, it's all the nude model could afford." His Father spits.

"There's no need to insult him just because you don't like him." He says softly. "At least he cares. He noticed I liked something and he tried his best to get it for me. He keeps trying, just to keep me happy."

"I don't think you understand how I'm getting weaker everyday. I can feel it." Draco adds. "You still won't let me undergo surgery."

"Surgery! The surgery that has a survival rate of less than 10%!" His Father exclaims.

"You know as the condition drags on, it gets harder to treat." He says, looking down. "I just hope to be happy for the remaining days of my life. Can you please stop arranging meetings with the Greengrass family?"

"Sweetheart. You won't be happy with him." His Mother says, her voice shaking. "I don't want to hear about him again. Go to your room."