King of Hearts ~ Drarry

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 (𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍)

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜.𝟞𝕜
𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕: 𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟜𝕥𝕙, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘
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• Two Years Anterior •

"You know I'm bad news, right?"

Harry chuckled. "Obviously. But I'm prepared to risk everything."

"For what?"

"For you."

• The Here and Now •

Harry had been preoccupied for a hot second.

Well, make that a hot month.

Preoccupied with what, you may be asking? (Though I'm sure you already know.) Why, with Draco Malfoy, of course!

It surprised Harry how much he had forgotten about Draco. He had forgotten about his sleepy smiles in the morning, how soft his hair was when there was minimal product in it, and most importantly, how kind he could be. (That, and how great he was at sex, but Harry was trying his best not to be shallow.)

Rediscovering these things was making Harry feel dizzy, but in a good way. He liked rediscovering what made Draco tick. He liked the pleasant surprises. He liked them so much, in fact, that he had the brilliant - note my sarcasm - idea to move in with him.

Now, of course, they were still at Hogwarts, so all 'moving in' entailed to was lugging his trunk halfway down the corridor before remembering that he was a wizard and levitating it the rest of the journey. He still left most things, actually, in his old dormitory, because he couldn't be bothered to moved everything. That would just be foolish.

Harry did all of this without alerting anyone, while everyone was elsewhere. He wanted it to be a surprise for Draco, but worried about his dorm mates and their reactions. Of course, Harry had been smart, as he usually tended to be - again, note my sarcasm - and had left gifts on top of his friends' duvets so as to soften the blow. Hoping that Draco would be the first to realize, Harry lied back onto the blond's bed. He was tired from pointlessly dragging the heavy trunk so far, and decided that maybe a small nap would suffice.

Naps were, unfortunately, a luxury that Harry didn't get to splurge for very often, and it seemed like this wasn't one of the times that he was entitled to one. The door to the dormitory swung open gently, and Theo waltzed in, obviously abstracted. He did a small spin, humming some classical tune under his breath. Only when he had completed his twirl did Theo see Harry, watching him with concern all over his face. Harry let out a small wave, and Theo froze. His eyes swept the room, and landed on Harry's trunk at the foot of Draco's bed.

Then, the Slytherin let out the loudest and highest shriek that Harry had ever heard. It pierced his ears, and he covered them with his palms. Harry frowned, watching as the Slytherin didn't even break for breath, but continued screaming loudly and highly.

There was the sound of feet pounding on the floor, and soon the door was pushed open so far that it smashed into the wall behind it loudly. A winded Blaise Zabini was in the doorway, and when Theo noticed this, he ceased his screams and finally sucked in a few breaths.

"I heard you from the library," Blaise said, slightly breathless. "Came running. What's the problem?" Theo pointed wordlessly to Harry. Blaise raised an eyebrow. "But he's just sitting there. Did he catch you dancing or something?"

Theo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. He pouted. "He's moving in."

Blaise's eyes grew huge. "What?! Why?!"