fake/pretend relationship, enjoy! happy ending, minor character with tourette,
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"Unspeakable Malfoy," Harry spoke.
"Auror Potter," Draco nodded at him. "What is it that you wanted me here for?" he asked, straightforward.
Harry shifted slightly before sighing. "If you say no, which I understand why, I'm screwed over but if you say yes, it'll be wonderful. Okay, I can do this. Just ask him out. No problem," he said more to himself than to Draco. "I need you to be my fake boyfriend for Christmas with the Weasleys."
Draco's left eyebrow arched up with surprise. "Oh? Why so?"
The younger whined quite childishly. "Because both Ron and Hermione had been trying to get me to date someone that I don't like! They've been sending people towards me to see if I could just choose someone to date. I'm getting sick of the blind dates!" he thumped his forehead to his desk in utter frustration. "And I told them that I don't want a date and I'm perfectly fine being single for now but they said I need to get laid!"
Draco snorted. "Well, that's quite a story. What's in for me if I agree?" he looked at his fingernails a little disinterestedly. Harry knew this would happen if he ever bargained with that Slytherin. "I'd do anything you want me to do. I won't object it. Well, to a certain extend, of course," Harry sighed. "I owe you a lifetime if you're willing to do this, Malfoy. You'll be saving my life from them all."
The blond rolled his eyes, choosing to sit on Harry's desk, facing him and said, "And you say I'm the dramatic one but okay, I'll do it. I don't have anything in mind, for now, to make you do things but I guess we could talk about how we're going to do this first." Harry nodded in agreement.
"First of all, our so-called love story. How did we end up together?" Draco asked. "Good question," Harry thought, trying to use his imagination.
"Maybe we've been eyeing each other for quite some time and I asked you out in the end after a tiring day at work by accident?" he tried after a moment of silence. "Like... I don't really want it to be out of character for either of us but I was tired from work and bumped into you on my way to the Floo and you were pretty tired yourself and you started insulting me like you always do. Me being me, I ended up saying, "I'm going to kiss you if you don't shut up soon." And then we ended up kissing for real and then started dating."
He stopped talking finally, noticing the amused look on Draco's face. "Quite the imagination, Potter. Did you have that sort of fantasy very frequent?" he couldn't help but teased his former schoolmate. Harry's cheeks darkened with a blush before he cleared his throat. "In your dreams, Malfoy. Anyway, does that story sounds good to you?"
"It does seem solid enough. How long have we been together?" Draco asked again. "Not too short to be considered fast enough to meet the family but not too long to look like we're avoiding. I'd say 3 months? The first month is where we see if we could test this out before going further, get to know each other thing. The second month is where we want to keep things low just between the two of us to get intimate and not be hounded by the reporters. By the third month is when we started taking things a little seriously and decided to go out," Harry explained.
"I like this version of you. Smart. Detailed. Observant. Where was this version of Harry Potter back in Hogwarts?" Draco grinned.
Harry rolled his eyes and pinched Draco's thigh lightly, hard enough to feel but not enough to hurt. "Git."
"We need to be seen though," the elder pointed out. "In public, I mean. If we're taking it seriously to convince the Weasleys, we need to be seen in public places. Dates," he said.
