Pretty Boy, Butch Girl

Prologue - Confusion At First Sight

The boy was reclining against the back of a park bench, platinum hair slicked back, a few strands falling onto his pretty face. His large, round, silver eyes were half-lidded, and he seemed quite sleepy. He had a small, cute nose, and soft, small lips, and a thin, pointy chin. His cheeks were chiseled and, overall, he was a very... pretty boy. He wore a silver-white shirt, a black jacket, and a large grey autumn coat. His skinny jeans were black and were tucked into high top converse shoes.

Harry Potter was taken by him, sitting there, a soft smile on his face as he studied the busy park, full of families playing together and couples giggling on benches and small groups of teens laughing in the multicolored trees.

Though Harry had only been looking at him for a moment, the boy quickly sensed his gaze and they suddenly made eye contact. Anxiously, Harry smiled and then quickly turned around, before realizing there wasn't anywhere to go- he was just out for a walk, and if he just walked away, he'd re-enter the cul-de-sac he lived in. Face now burning with embarrassment against the chilly breeze, he turned again, face down, walking by the pretty boy. He glanced over towards him as he passed. The unknown boy was smiling amusedly, and Harry was startled by a thought- he was... Beautiful. Gorgeous. It was a rare and almost unsettling thought for Harry. Color, probably from the cold, was tinting the boy's nose and cheeks pink, contrasting with the overall fairness of his face. He looked like a pretty painting, especially with the wide smile on his face. Swallowing, and blushing even harder, Harry turned away and walked forward, pushing his hands into his coat pockets, smiling with discomfort and a strange happiness as he tucked the bottom half of his face into the collar of his big red coat.

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He watched the - boy?- walk away. Draco, admittedly, couldn't quite tell- the stranger had been no taller than five six, and thin, but the large, ribbed jacket covered everything from his chin to his midthigh. His legs were sporting a loose pair of jeans, and his face looked pretty androgynous, though leaned a bit towards the feminine. His short, wild hair was unstyled and haphazardly pushed under a beanie, curls peeking out the back and sides.He could easily be either a feminine-looking guy or a butch girl. However, it was a bit hard to tell. Either way, he'd been quite cute, and he'd been grinning at Draco like a doof.

Maybe he's trans, Draco thought, his smile renewing. Draco desperately wished he knew more trans people. The all-too-familiar confused, uncomfortable tenseness flooded Draco once more and he closed his eyes, exhaling long and slow through his nose. Everything reminded Draco about whatever this was- was he trans? Was he a girl? Was he just feminine? What did being a 'girl' or a 'guy' even mean? He wished he knew someone who was trans and who had been through it all and could help him figure it all out.

Draco looked up to see that the boy(?) in the big red jacket had gotten quite far away. It really didn't matter, honestly. Just a stranger walking down the road, who would stay a stranger. A melancholy feeling settled over him. How many people did he see in this park? How many of them could, in the right circumstances, one day become a best friend? A lover? A spouse? Draco sighed, then stood abruptly up, suddenly disheartened by the company of other people. He started walking, zipping his jacket and buttoning his coat, walking across the park and into the long, winding driveway that led to his large house, trying to decide on an activity he could do without being bored, mindless, and outrageously dissatisfied. He could think of none.