Draco Malfoy dropped his pen with a wide yawn and shook his hand out, attempting to soothe the ache in his muscles. He had been studying for hours, pouring all over his textbooks, writing and rewriting his notes out, and was in a dire need of a break.
Then, his stomach gave out an almost comical growl. "Might as well order some dinner," he muttered to himself before reaching across his desk to grab his phone.
As he scrolled through his contacts, looking for his favourite pizza joint, he stifled a yawn this time and rubbed his eyes open. His entire body felt heavy with exhaustion, but he couldn’t afford to sleep just yet. He then brought his phone up to his ear and stifled yet another yawn.
"Weasley’s Pizza, how can I help you?" a bored, drawling voice picked up the phone. "Uh, I’d like to place an order for delivery," said Draco, blinking.
"Alright. What can I get you?"
"A, um, a personal pan Hawaiian Chicken, please, and a small cup of mushroom soup." Draco heard the scribbling sound from the other side of the line, indicating that his orders were being jotted down. He stifled yet another yawn, blinking away the tears it brings to his eyes.
He briefly wondered if it would be too terrible if he were to take a short nap.
"Address?" the guy then asked. Draco gave his address tiredly, now bouncing his leg up and down in an attempt to keep himself from falling asleep. He heard the heard said through his fuzzy brain, "Okay, great. Your total is $12.85. Your pizza should be there shortly, mister."
"Thanks," Draco said, his eyelids heavy. He yawned wide again, almost locking his jaw open. "Love you."
He instantly froze, his eyes going wide and his heart was beginning to a do a summersault in his chest.
What is wrong with me? I just told the pizza guy I loved him! he thought. The line went silent for a moment until Draco picks up the soft sound of laughter, obviously attempting to be stifled. From the other line, he could hear someone yelling at the guy.
"Harry stop laughing at customers! It's inappropriate and get off the ground or so help me!"
Eventually, after what felt like hours of Draco sitting in his chair, mortified, his phone frozen to his face, the guy he assumed to be Harry managed to gain his composure. Finally.
"I am so sorry," Draco started once the laughing ceases. This only earned him an amused chuckle. "You were so hammered if you say that to a random person on the phone but don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Love you too." And wow, Draco didn’t know if it’s the fact that he had just told him he loved him or if Draco was simply lonely and romance-starved, but this Harry guy has a hot voice.
The room suddenly felt too warm for him and he shifted in his seat, a blush creeping up his neck to the tip of his ears. "Um, thank you," he practically mumbled shyly. "I, uh, I have to go."
"Yes, right," Harry says, amusement in his voice. "Well, thanks for absolutely making my week. Have a good evening, baby." Then he hung up the phone call, leaving Draco with wide eyes, a slack jaw, and a giddy feeling in his chest. For all he knew, Harry could be a fifty-year-old man stuck in a dead-end job, but Draco pictured him differently. He pictured blue eyes and brown hair. Or black hair. Maybe a leather jacket.
"You’re going insane," Draco scolded himself, shaking himself out of his reverie and picking up his pen again.
The next time he called, about a week later, someone named Ginny picked up instead. Draco tried not to be disappointed so much. Well, he failed. Miserably. But at least he had tried.
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He walked into the pizza joint tiredly with his friends, Blaise and Pansy, feeling like he was about to keel over after his finals exam. He covered his yawn with a hand before queuing up.
Then he heard it. The voice.
The very same voice.
"Hello. Welcome to Weasley's Pizza. How can I help you?"
Draco's head snapped up in surprise. A jet black haired male stood at the counter, looking bored, with his green eyes staring at Draco without any recognition. Harry.
"I uh..." he stuttered. "I'd like a personal pan of Hawaiian Chicken and a small cup of mushroom soup, please," he said. Harry's eyes blinked at him in shock before a bright blinding smile shot at him. "Hello, sweetheart. Nice to meet the owner of such a sweet voice, finally. I was lamenting if I wouldn't be able to ever meet the love of my life ever again. Your order is coming right up, baby."
Draco couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Harry," he said softly before paying and taking a seat to wait. Blaise and Pansy smirked at him. "Sweetheart? Owner of such a sweet voice? Love of my life? Baby? Shouldn't you be telling us that you got yourself a hot boyfriend, Draco," she asked teasingly. The said male groaned. "It was an honest mistake. I was studying and then I got hungry. I called this pizza joint and he answered. I was in my sleepy haze. I accidentally said that I love him after he said that my order will be sent to my house."
"Hello, here's your order. And Harry gave you his number," a bright redhead girl came with a smirk. "Call him when you're free because he complained to me about missing the opportunity to see the love of his life for the tenth time already. I'm Ginny, by the way, Ginny Weasley."
The girl left with a wink to Pansy, who was shamelessly staring at her ass as she left. Draco looked at the napkin with a phone number on it. He turned to look at Harry, who looked back at him with a smug smirk that made Draco's body feel hot all over. Seeing as there was no one queuing, he went there quickly with a playful glare. "Shameless of you, mister pizza guy."
"Hey, you were the one who confessed first. Though I wouldn't mind taking you out for dinner sometime," Harry's smile turned genuine and honest. "I'd love that, Harry. You made my day a little bearable now," he said, leaning over the counter and pecked Harry's cheek sweetly. "I'll message you later. See you, Harry," he waved, flashing a sweet, gentle and shy smile at him.
"See you, baby," Harry grinned lopsidedly. Draco giggled and left the joint with his lunch along with his friends that day, feeling a lot better.
