Slow Dance With Me (drarry social media AU)

Chapter 2

It was the day before students caught the all famous 'Hogwarts express' to repeat their eight year and Harry Potter was beyond nervous.

Why, you may ask? What could the great and all powerful "chosen one"  have to be nervous about?

Draco bloody Malfoy.

Harry remembers the exact moment this little crush had developed and all he knows is, it just keeps growing. It was when the beautiful blonde haired boy tutored him in their 4th year when he was failing potions, and even though the slytherin was sarcastic and flung rude remakes left and right, he was brilliant and passionate and not to mention, drop dead gorgeous.

Harry rememberers a specific moment from that year that's still stuck with him till this day. He had been late to their scheduled tutoring session and when he ran into the library preparing to get yelled at, he was stopped in his tracks. There at the table they usually occupied, was Draco Malfoy. Helping what looked to be an injured first year. A Gryfindor, might he add.

The young boy looked to have been crying and he had a nasty gash running down his leg. And there he stood, in all his beautiful glory, was Draco Malfoy. Wrapping the boys knee in white bandages and whispering to him softly.

"You must be careful while you're running down those stairs, alright? You never know when they'll start moving." Draco said gently.

Harry was in shock. He stood there, bag in hand and slightly panting from running down the halls, his mind running 90 miles a minute. He was luckily hidden by a case of books, but he didn't know what to think. Draco Malfoy? Being nice? To a Gryfindor?

He must have been dropped on the head.

When Draco was done wrapping the bandages, he helped the boy back on his feet and handed him what looked to be a potion from his bag.

"Take this when it starts to sting and it should make the pain go away, ok? But next time, don't be afraid to go to Madam Pomfrey. She's not that bad." he said with a small smile.

"Thank you," the first year whispered and unexpectedly wrapped Draco in a hug. Draco looked quite shocked by the action but he hesitantly started to return it.

"Anytime." the slytherin said with a genuine smile this time.

Harry was still standing stock still, mouth agape at what he had just witnessed. The ice prince of Slytherin is bloody nice? Since when? What happened to the cold hearted bully he had come to know so well?

The boy walked off with a slight limp, but otherwise looked fine. Harry watched as Draco sat down and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. The golden sunlight coming in from the library window was hitting Draco just right and his platinum blonde hair look luminescent. His gorgeous blue eyes were bright as he gazed out of the library window with his chin on his hand, looking like an angel straight from Heaven.

And in that moment, Harry realized something.

He was so fucking gay.

Back to the present moment

Harry shook his head from the flash back. Now was not the time to start fantasizing about Draco, now was the time to panic about Draco.