What If? [Drarry]

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

My anticipation had grown immensely over the span of the past two days. All leading to me being a nervous wreck one hour before I have to leave.

It was the morning of Draco and I's meeting and I am currently standing in front of my full body mirror, miserably failing to put together an outfit for the occasion. I had on a pair of light blue jeans (which granted, I looked fantastic in), but I could decide on shirt or shoes. I could wear a T-shirt? Sweater? Button down? No idea. It is just tea, I guess too fancy might be weird. I grabbed a plain white shirt from off of my bed, quickly shaking out any wrinkles before putting it on. I then grabbed the first clean flannel of mine that I could find and wrapped it around my body, practically jogging to the bathroom.

I examined myself in that mirror now. I decided to tuck in my shirt. The light green and white accented flannel hung loosely around my small frame. I had to admit, I liked the outfit. Especially since it took me like 30 minutes, there's no going back.

I quickly fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, sprayed myself with cologne and exited the bathroom, shutting off the light and closing the door by habit behind me. My shoes, white sneakers, were already propped up and ready by the door of my flat.

I wanted to arrive at Draco's 10 minutes early, to be polite, and based on my calculations I would need to be leaving exactly now. So I slipped into the shoes, tying them tightly around my feet. I grabbed my keys and left the apartment.

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"Come on, Harry. You can do this," I was currently pacing in front of the door to Draco Malfoy's flat. I couldn't get myself to knock. "It's just Draco. You got this." I caught my breath and paused my pacing right in front of the door. As I raised my shaking fist the door swung open.

"That was quite the show, Potter," the smile on the tall blond's face was smug. He looked good, Draco. His white hair hung longer, gently falling down the sides of his pale face. His eyes, bright as ever stared me down as I couldn't find words to speak.

A nervous laugh came from my mouth in place of words.

"Why don't you come in for a second?" The boy pulled the door open all the way and stepped aside, leaving me room to slip passed him. I still hadn't said anything. Draco leaned towards me as I passed him and whispered in my ear, "There's no need to be nervous, Harry."

That honestly made me more nervous but I pulled myself together. "Yeah. Uhm- sorry. It's just.... It's you. Draco Malfoy. In the flesh."

"And it's you, Harry Potter, in the flesh," he mimicked me, his signature smirk plastered on his face. "You know you were a lot less nervous in that letter. But it's okay. I know. I'm a lot more than most people can handle."

"Good to see your confidence has never left," I chuckled.

"Never will." He winked which caused a gentle blush to form on my cheeks. He smiled.

"Your house is lovely." I complimented. It truly was. It definitely felt like Draco though. The dark accessories, black couches, wood-burning fire place, book shelves filling every wall. It was strange. To be in the presence of Draco after those 3 long years, to be in his home.

"I appreciate it. I had a friend help with the decorating. You might know her, Zinnia Wilson?" He questioned.

"Name sounds familiar, but I couldn't be sure. I know too many people," I laughed. "Is she your girlfriend?"

"Oh no... definitely not," a blush now crept onto the confident man's face. I could see him trying to hide it. "But seeing as you're the savior of the wizarding world there's no surprise that you know a lot of people."

"Thanks to you. We couldn't have won without your courage, Draco. I'm starting to think you belonged in Gryffindor all along," I teased, my arms crossed as I leaned against the wall.

"Bloody hell! I would not have lasted 10 minutes being roommates with you and Weasley," the blond laughed as did I. "We should get going, shouldn't we?"

I glanced at the clock which read '10:57'. "I guess we should." Draco opened the door for me to pass. He followed and turned to lock it. We began walking to my car in silence, a comfortable silence.

"Harry Potter in a muggle car? I could've never imagined." The look of joking shock on Draco's face was priceless.

"I quite like driving. And listening to muggle music, it is all enjoyable." I announced whilst slipping into the driver seat of my white Mazda. He sat just next to me, adjusting the seat (after I instructed him how) to give him more room for his long legs.