Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

They don't about us

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Author: weasley_bee

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Harry and Draco had secretly been going out for a month when it happened. Hermione had arrived at Harry's one morning and invited him over for dinner with her and Ron on Friday. Free for the evening, he accepted. It just so happened that when Draco arrived that evening he too had been asked by Hermione to dinner on Friday.

Since getting together they had decided to keep themselves a secret. It was hardly difficult for one more evening, they'd decided on realising what this meant. It wasn't as if they hadn't faced other times where they had to act distant.

Harry was an Auror and Draco the assistant of Hermione, the Minister for Magic. They'd met for the first time since leaving Hogwarts six months ago at a formal work evening filled with endless speeches but with a healthy supply of champagne. The rest, as they say, is history.

"Do we arrive separately?" Harry asked as he put on a tie on the Friday.
He was stood in front of a long mirror in his bedroom as Draco buttoned up his own shirt on the other side of the room.

"Yeah, I'll go first and you follow after five minutes."

Harry finished tying his tie and began putting on his suit jacket. In the months of re-meeting, Harry had introduced Draco to muggle fashion, specifically the wonders of muggle suits. It had been a wise choice as he'd look at Malfoy the first time in the suit shop. Ever since he couldn't help but stare on seeing his boyfriend in a suit, they did rather compliment him.

"Have you see my shoes?" Draco asked, walking around the edge of the bed and over to stand by Harry. He began brushing down his suit and fixing his collar.

"By the front door I think."

"Thanks, love." Malfoy made a pleased sound at his reflection, pecked Harry on the cheek and made to find his shoes.

"How long have we got?" Harry called, pushing back his hair in a pointless attempt at taming it.

"I'm leaving in five."

Harry left his room and made for the kitchen. A bottle of mead was stood on the counter beside a bunch of flowers. They'd bought the items the day before.

"Right, here you go," Harry said, handing the flowers to Draco.

Together they left the house and shut the door.

"See you soon," Draco said. He leaned over and gave Harry a kiss, capturing his jaw in his free hand. Then he stepped back and disapparated.

Harry sat down on his front step and waited. He knew he'd have to tell his friends eventually about them, but for now he and Draco were content with keeping their relationship to themselves. After the war, people still held their prejudices, and even if their friends were supportive, it didn't mean the rest of the wizarding world would be.

Approximately five minutes later, cold from the night's chill, he stood and apparated onto his friends' doorstep.

He rang the bell and heard the muffled sound of laughter coming from inside the house. Then came the sound of quiet footsteps and the door swung open.

"Harry!" Hermione beamed, holding the door open to let him through. He handed over the mead.

"Thank you, it's lovely. Draco got us some beautiful roses."

"Malfoy?" Harry asked with mock surprised.

"Oh I forgot to mention, I've invited him over too. Thought it would be nice for the four of us to have dinner together."