Apple of My Eye || Drarry

Chapter Eight: The Three Broomsticks

Classes that day went by much too fast for Harry's liking. Before he knew it, he was in the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione, too nervous to eat more than a few mouthfuls of dinner.

He did his absolute best not to look at the Slytherin table. 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜... 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜... 𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒... 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘... was running through his mind in a constant loop.

Hermione kept patting his shoulder and reassuring him quietly, and Ron would not stop complaining that he did not want to go.

He somehow ended up in his dormitory who knows how long later, dazed and slightly confused.

He pulled on his shirt and jeans rather reluctantly, thinking them both a little too tight. He tied on his tie rather sloppily, his hands shaking.

He came out into the common room and was greeted by clapping from Hermione and joking wolf-whistles from Ron.

Hermione, upon seeing his poor excuse for a knot, sniffed and went over to re-tie it. Once she decided it was acceptable, she clapped her hands and smiled brightly. "Shall we?"

Hermione grabbed a small handbag and Harry gave her a few galleons to put in it for his drink. Ron just looked at her and grinned hopefully. She rolled her eyes at him irritatedly, but nodded. He grinned wider.

They exited the castle, Harry wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. They walked with long strides down the hill, and apparated to the Three Broomsticks once they were outside of the Hogwarts boundaries.

Ron opened the door and pleasantly warm air smelling of Butterbeer wafted over them. They stepped inside and Harry scanned the room, eyes landing on a table in the far left corner.

On Parkinson, and 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜.

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Draco and Pansy found a table in the corner. It seemed clean enough, and was one of the less rickety ones.

They sat down in uneasy silence. Just then, the bell rang announcing the opening of the door, and Draco's eyes shot to it instinctively.

It was the trio, but Granger and Weasley seemed to fade into the background as his eyes landed on Harry.

His hair was as messy as always, and his shirt was very unprofessionally untucked. Some old part of him wanted to make fun of him about it, but this uncovered part of him couldn't help finding it just... 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. And he couldn't stop his eyes from raking down his body to his legs, which surprised him by being strong and sculpted underneath a pair of tighter than usual jeans.

Pansy beamed and stood up to greet them. Draco just sat there, dumbfounded. Pansy smacked him in the arm and he shook his head. He stood up and put on a smile, glad he remembered to brush his teeth.

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𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛'𝑠 𝑃𝐴𝑁𝑇𝑆 Draco looked good, his tall stature and trim form accentuated by his outfit, his pale skin standing out against the black and green.

Then Draco 𝑆𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐸𝐷. His face transformed into something so happy and perfect, his straight and brilliantly white teeth shining, outlined by the soft pink lips that occupied many a dream of Harry's.

Harry just stood there, gaping. Ron nudged him and whispered, "You're drooling," with a smirk on his face.

Harry coughed and smiled back, staring into his eyes.