Don't Move (dm.hp)

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hi bbys. hope you enjoy this chapter!! if you do pls vote + comment! i appreciate any and all feedback.
also disclaimer: i know literally nothing about probation and what actually goes down, i'm basing this off of an afternoon of google searching lmao

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Draco was a master schemer. How could he not be, his father being who he was? He had been taught the power of persuasion from a very young age. Of course, Draco knew he would need to tweak his methods a bit for this situation. A flutter of his eyelashes, rather than breaking a few fingers. A carefully placed hand, rather than some carefully placed blades. Yes, Draco would definitely have to put some thought into this. Operation: Make Potter Tell Me His Name And Then Potentially Have Sex With Him was about to commence.

Draco decided the best course of action would be to keep Potter at the Manor after his search and questions and all of those boring, mundane tasks were complete. How could he convince Potter to stay? It had to be something innocent, harmless. Suddenly, Draco had the perfect idea. Tea! Why didn't I think of this before, Draco thought. There wasn't anything more civilized and friendly than a spot of tea. Now, Draco had to figure out how he was going to ask him.

"Say, Potter, I was just about to make a cup of tea. Would you care to join me?.. No, too formal." Draco tapped his foot anxiously. "Potter, you should stay and have tea with me... No, too demanding. Potter, I would be honoured if you would stay for a cup of tea! God damn it, Draco. Too desperate."

Any day now, Potter would show up at the door and unintentionally sweep Draco off his feet. The blonde laid in bed, daydreaming. His thoughts took a turn, and he began fantasizing about the strong, steely man he was so infatuated with. He hummed gently as he began to touch himself, imagining it was Potter's hands instead of his own.

Of course, as soon as Draco was truly losing himself in the fantasy, a booming knock on the front door echoed through the Manor.

"Fuck, oh my god. No, no, no. Why?!" Draco exclaimed, his heart beating out of his chest. Three more knocks. "Fuck sakes, of course. Of course."

He dove into his ensuite bathroom, washed his hands and tried to imagine one of his old teachers, a toad-like woman named Umbridge, stripping. He nearly gagged. Perfect.

The knocking became even more forceful. He heard muffled shouting, not close enough to the door to make out any actual words. He sprinted down the hall, his socked feet sliding everywhere. Draco was amazed he hadn't fallen flat on his face yet. He bounded down the stairs two at a time.

"I'm coming! Coming! Just a minute!" He yelled as loud as he could, cursing his voice for the way that it cracked.

Draco did in fact eventually slip and fall, right in front of the door. With a groan he tenderly stood and opened the door. Potter stared at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

"You alright?" He asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good. I was just upstairs, had to run a bit to get here." Draco wheezed. He had a stitch in his side. He made a mental note to get into better shape with all of this free time. It was very un-Malfoy like to huff and puff around a guest. Rather embarrassing.

"Ah, alright. Makes sense. I suppose it is a bit of a journey from your bedroom." Potter said with a nod. Why is he assuming I was in my room, Draco thought, does he suspect what I was up to? His throat got tight and his cheeks turned bright red.

"Mmhmm, yes, quite a journey indeed." Draco stood to the side, allowing his new favourite person into his home.

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When all was said and done, Draco felt anxiety bubble in his stomach. The entire time Potter questioned him, he thought of all the ways he could ask the ebony haired man to stay for a visit, as though they were proper acquaintances. Every time he opened his mouth however, nothing came out. He imagined he looked like a fish out of water. How unbecoming of me, he scolded himself. Draco had practically given up, deciding he just didn't have the courage to go after the forbidden fruit that was Potter. He had made a valiant attempt, after all this was the most Draco had ever done to try to hookup with someone.

Then the thoughts from earlier crept back into his mind. This was something that Draco wanted rather desperately, and Potter did seem to be in a good
mood today. He only glared at Draco a handful of times.

Potter was already halfway to his vehicle. Draco gripped the doorframe, took a deep breath, and went for it.

"Potter!" He called. The officer turned around, curiously in his eyes. "Would you like to, um, would you like to stay for some tea?"

Potter checked his watch and considered the offer. It was only a few seconds, but felt like an eternity to Draco.

"I suppose. I don't have to be back at the station for a while." He returned to the house and stood awkwardly in front of Draco, who simply stood there with wide eyes. "Um, shall we?"

"Oh, right. Yes, come in." Draco stepped aside quickly and led Potter into the kitchen. He put a kettle on the stove, his eyes constantly flickering to the man who now sat at the table.

"Milk and sugar?" Draco asked softly.

"Yeah, thanks."

Draco brought the two mugs over to where Potter sat and settled down across from him. They sipped their tea in an uncomfortable silence.

"So... how long have you been at this? A cop, I mean." Draco figured small talk would be better than taking turns staring at the walls and the table top.

"A couple of years. I joined straight out of uni. Following in my dad's footsteps, I suppose." Potter replied, leaning back in his chair.

"Really? You're doing things like this already? Monitoring big, bad criminals?"

"Actually, this is more of a rookie task. Reserved for officers fresh to the force and those with one foot out the door, like Peterson." Potter confessed, a very faint blush on his cheeks.

"Oh, I see." Draco was slightly disappointed that watching over him was more of a chore rather than an impressive career move. "So, you joined fresh out of uni? That'd make us around the same age, wouldn't it?"

"Something like that, yeah." Potter seemed more relaxed now.

"I never got to go to university. My father felt it would be a waste of time, what with me being the heir to the family business and all." Draco had never said it out loud, but he had always longed to have the classic university experience.

"Well, it's never to late to go. You'll be able to in a couple years."

"Right, because schools would be dying to accept me." The blonde scoffed.

"You never know..." Potter said with a shrug. He glanced at his watch, his eyes going wide with an audible gasp. "Shit, I've got to go." He pushed his chair back and rushed to the door. Draco sat in a daze, wondering if he had imagined this entire exchange.

"Malfoy!" Potter called out, one hand on the doorknob. Draco padded over to him, his thick socks muffling the sound of his footsteps.

"Yes?"

"Harry. My name, that is. My name's Harry." Potter's face was graced with a small smile.

"What happened to never being on a first name basis?" Draco questioned, his heart beating like a bird trying to break out of a cage. Potter simply shrugged.

"Thanks for the tea." And with that, the man with the piercing green eyes and silly old glasses slipped out the door.

Draco placed a hand on the wall, sure that he would pass out from the shock.

"Harry..." He whispered to himself. Harry Potter. Draco had never loved another name more.