SO– I was just scrolling through my IG when I saw this Drarry pic where Draco is a Beauxbâton student and that's what this fic will be. Enjoy! 😏 fluff,
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Harry was just minding his business.
Really. I was.
Don't look at me like that! I did mind my own business!
Oh, what was it about, you asked?
Well, there's this one gorgeous man to ever exist that will be the death of one Harry Potter soon.
So, the story went like this.
Every 10 years, the wizarding schools around the world will visit one school for one month to learn about their ethics, culture and school systems. 10 students will be sent to the said school containing 5 girls and 5 boys. The last time the event was held, Ilvermorny was picked as the host. This time, it was Hogwarts turn to welcome the others. There will be an Ice-Breaking meeting to get to know everyone better, a Quidditch friendly, attending a few classes here and there and etcetera.
"Be at your best behaviours, students. I expect you to treat them all as if they are our people," Dumbledore had informed them at dinner just the day before the students of other schools will arrive, with a warm smile and wise blue eyes glinting with mirth but held some sternness in them.
"I am sure you will all have fun meeting new people and making new friends."
Harry dreaded to meet new people mostly because he was usually a nervous bumbling mess. Socialising was not his forte after all. Being a famous 17-year-old boy doesn't make him any good with talking to people other than his family and close friends. It was always awkward and tense whenever people try to talk to him.
On the day of their arrival, it was already lunchtime. Headmaster Dumbledore welcomed them with a warm greeting from his podium. "We, the people of Hogwarts, welcome all of you with open arms. As the Headmaster, I sincerely hope that you will enjoy your stay here and have a very pleasant time learning about our culture here in England. Thank you for attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You may take a seat anywhere you please."
Harry, Hermione and Ron looked around from the Gryffindor table, watching as all of the students from various schools like Beauxbâtons, Durmstrangs and others find their seats among Hogwarts students. Deeming that nothing was interesting, Harry focused back on his food but as he was about to continue eating his lunch, he felt someone tapped his shoulder lightly. Confused, Harry looked up from his plate. Hermione and Ron were gaping in front of him. He then turned around to look.
Standing in front of him was the most beautiful angel Harry had ever met in his entire life. His school attire was a light coloured blue fine silk, signalling that he was from Beauxbâtons. He was wearing his full attire and Harry knew that this man was very proper, well-mannered and very Pureblooded. He was leaned and delicate looking. His hair was gorgeous white-blond, his skin was flawless and clean, porcelain doll-like. His cheeks were tiny bit freckled, sporting a light blush across of them. His lips were bright red and kissable.
But his eyes were what attracted Harry the most. It was a very stunning pair of greyish silver.
Harry felt his face heated up with embarrassment, knowing that he had stared at the beautiful male for too long before looking away. "Uh, y-yes? H-How can I help you?" he stuttered nervously, squirming slightly on his seat. Sirius will be very disappointed in him. The angel chuckled softly, tilting his head to the side, eyes gleaming with amusement.
"I was wondering if I could sit here and join you for lunch?" he asked shyly with a tinge of French accent in his English. "I had heard about you a lot from my parents. My mother is your godfather's cousin. Have you heard of Narcissa Malfoy?" Harry perked up at the name in recognition. "Ah, yeah! Your mother was in the Black family tapestry! Sirius had mentioned a week ago that he has a cousin my age attending Beauxbâtons! I assume you're Draco Malfoy? Sit, sit! Don't just stand there!" he fumbled like a fool, heart hammering in his chest.
