Don't Move (dm.hp)

T H R E E

i'm really fuckn digging this idk
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It was 7:45am and Draco was sitting at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers on the tabletop anxiously. Every 30 seconds he checked his watch, willing time to go faster. He was excited and terrified to see Potter again. Mostly excited. The thought of those green eyes boring into his soul made Draco shiver with excitement.

Draco had decided to make up for his appearance during Potter's first visit. He was wearing a well fitting pair of black trousers that hugged his bum rather perfectly, and an ever so slightly sheer white button down. The shadows of his tattoos were faintly visible beneath the fabric. His hair was impeccably styled, not a strand out of place.

"Good morning, Potter... Good morning, officer... Good morning sir, sleep well?" Draco whispered to himself. He shook his head and stared up at the ceiling. "Jesus, Draco. Get a grip."

Three quick knocks on the door notifies Draco of Potter's arrival. Immediately his stomach filled with butterflies and he felt rather sweaty.

"Coming!" He called out, practically running to the front door. He threw it open, a sheepish grin on his face.

Potter stood there, looking thoroughly unimpressed. With a roll of his eyes, he turned and walked towards the sleek black SUV that was parked right outside the Manor. Without looking back at Draco, he got into the driver's seat. Draco rushed down the steps, stumbling slightly. He climbed into the passenger side and put on his seatbelt with a click. Potter started the vehicle and drove away from Malfoy Manor.

"Whole foods?" Potter asked curtly.

"Yes, please." Draco answered softly. He turned his head slightly to look at the man next to him. God, did he ever look good. One hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on the centre console. The veins in his hands were raised, they looked so strong, so big. His jawline was sharp, his nose a perfectly straight slope. How was it possible to have such a stunning side profile, Draco thought. Potter cleared his throat, having noticed Draco's gaze.

"We're here." He informed the blonde. "Now, before we go in- absolutely no funny business. Do not even attempt to leave my side. You'll have half an hour."

Draco nodded, waiting for Potter to exit the vehicle before doing the same. It was a lovely day, he realized, his breath catching in his throat as he watched how Potter's hair gleamed in the sunlight. God, how badly he wished to run his fingers through it. They walked in silence, Potter stood beside Draco with his arms crossed while the blonde retrieved a shopping cart. They went through the doors, Draco shivered as they walked under the blast of cold air. What was the point of that, anyways? He would never understand.

Draco quickly walked up and down the aisles, crossing things off his shopping list one by one. Potter matched his pace, always staying right by his side.

"Are you nearly done?" The raven haired man asked gruffly. Draco looked up from the selection of apples that he had been going through, picking up the ones with the least flaws and bruises. He nodded, blushing involuntarily. Once he was done and the last item was crossed off the list, he pushed his cart to the checkout.

When they arrived back at the Manor, Draco opened the trunk of the vehicle and began loading his arms with grocery bags. Potter did the same, saving him from having to make two trips.

"Oh, thank you." Draco said gratefully, his brows raised in surprise. Even Marty had usually just sat in his car, playing games on his cellphone while Draco took everything inside.

With the groceries all on the counter, Draco turned to Potter with a small smile.

"Thanks for taking me today, and helping me bring things in."

"Don't worry about it." Potter said. Draco could have sworn he saw his lips twitch up with the ghost of a smile. He gave Draco a curt nod, and left.

Draco scurried to the door and peered out the peep hole. Potter sat in the SUV, looking mildly distressed. He ran his hands over his face, rubbed his eyes and shook his head. He gave one last look towards the house, as if he knew Draco was watching him. After what felt like an eternity of them staring at each other without actually knowing it, Potter reversed his vehicle, turning it around and drove away.