As Harry's crush on a certain blonde Slytherin continues to grow, Hogwarts is open for 8th year. With social media.
As new friendships and relationships form and jealousy grips the heart of certain ex's, will our two favorite boys stay together? Or...
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^^ Draco's outfit inspo for this chapter 👁👄👁
A/N- ⚠️⚠️⚠️(I have soooo many outfit ideas saved (for each character cause i'm extra ✊) but I just don't want to come across as annoying if I show them during the fic? I know some readers like it, while others don't, so let me know your thoughts!! Enjoy the chapter my loves <3)
Draco Malfoy has never been one to be left speechless, but here he is.
Standing on platform 9 & 3/4, gazing at the boy-who-lived, he was left breathless and all words he had planned to say were stuck in his throat.
The "great and all famous Harry Potter" was just standing there. Laughing at something the red headed bigot had said, like he wasn't the most beautiful human that had ever graced the earth.
The audacity, honestly.
"Draco darling, the fly's are laying eggs" said Pansy, while raising a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. She looked drop dead gorgeous today, with a dark denim skirt and an emerald green turtle neck that did wonders to her complexion.
Draco quickly shut his mouth and turned to face her completely, effectively cutting off his view of the Aphrodite that was the famous golden boy. He was just about to tell her off for being a nasty bint and not letting him admire in peace, when he felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to see Blaise, in all his jaw line glory.
Draco smiled and threw his arms around the taller boy. He hadn't seen him in 4 weeks and had missed his (guy) best friend desperately.
You see, this summer, was 'the summer of Draco Malfoy™️'
The weeks leading up to the god forsaken trials after the final battle had been among the worst of Draco's life. Everywhere he went, he was harassed, assaulted, and on some occasions, almost murdered.
(Being forced into joining the deatheaters wasn't all it was cut out to be, apparently)
That was until the trials actually came and the green eyed idiot with the stupid scar made his way up onto the podium above the wiz-government, and demanded that Draco have all charges dropped and he be able to walk away a freeman. The fire in those emerald eyes had scared the minister himself, so with a bang of the gravel, Draco walked out without his chains and a debut in the prophet that read "Deatheater Son Saved The Life of Harry Potter?!"
No one has dared throw a curse at him since.
So, with his father rotting away in Azkaban for the rest of his miserable life, and his mum stuck under house arrest for the next 4 years, he threw up both of his middle fingers, grabbed Pansy and a bottle of wine, and they were off to explore the muggle world.
