What If? [Drarry]

Chapter 5

Sunday rolled around after what felt like years. We'd been owling the whole week, of course, but it wasn't the same as actually being with him.

Draco had asked me yesterday asking if I could pick us up once again, as he still was unable to drive. Of course I said yes, it gave me another excuse to lounge at his house after our outing. I was already out the door the second the clock hit noon, not wanting to spend another minute without his presence.

I'm sure I sped the whole way there as it only took me 9 minutes to make the 14 minute drive from my flat to his. The eagerness in my walk was obvious, I could feel it, but I didn't care. I knocked only three times.

"Come in!" I heard from a distance voice inside of the flat.

I slid the door open, making my way into the, now familiar, living area of Draco Malfoy. He emerged from his bedroom at the sound of my voice calling out, "Where are you?"

"I was just in the bathroom, finishing up. We can get going in a bit. Make yourself comfortable," he smiled while adjusting his sweater.

I did as he said, plopping myself down into the comfort of his couches, taking in the smell. His whole house smelled of bergamot, with a hint of woodsy-ness. It smelled just like he did. "So what are the plans?" I yelled back to where Draco had hidden once again.

There was a pause, then footsteps. "Now that's all part of the surprise." He came back to the living room with a smug smile. I'm not sure what changed since the last time he'd stepped out of his bedroom, but apparently it was something as he claimed to be ready now.

We parted from the flat, without any of the sweet moments as the last time we stood by the front door together. I blushed just at the thought of it happening again. The contrast as his light fingers ran through my dark hair. The way my skin felt aflame as his touch subsided. If I would've dropped dead on the way to my car, I could've died a happy man. Sure a kiss would have been nice, but his touch got me drunk in and of itself, and it could be good enough for me.

I'd always been attracted to Draco. I pondered this while we sat in the car, him not telling me where exactly we were headed, just warning me of upcoming turns. His anger towards me, though, made me shove down these feelings until I could convince myself it was just hate for him. Even if I got a raging hard-on every time we rolled around on the floor in an intense wrestling match. This tactic worked for me, too. That was, until year seven, when I saved him from the fiendfyre. The way his chest was pushed up against my back, his arms tightly wrapped around my chest, literally hanging on for dear life. It was then, I fully realized my attraction for the blond git. It was then I fully realized I would rather stare at a man's crotch than a girl's chest.

"Make the next right, then there should be a parking lot," he explained, snapping my focus towards his directions and following then. I parked the car between two narrow white lines. Getting out of my car, I realized we were at a park. I gorgeous, secluded park. Surrounded by trees and flowers and bright green grass.

Draco rounded the car, blocking my view of the scenery. Before I knew it, I was being pulled along behind the tall blond, by my hand. It was just one of those friendly hand holds, his fingers wrapped more around my thumb than anything else, but it still caused me to blush. I hated how even the sight of him could turn me into a flustered tomato, but I loved it all the same. We walked along a path, feet moving quick and not really giving me any time to catch up meaning I was pretty much being dragged. Until my hand was dropped, to my dismay, and Draco stopped moving. I took a few more steps to stand next to the blond.

In front of us was a beautiful blanket laid across the grass, covering with variations of brunch foods. A huge toothy smile turned my lips up as I neared the picnic, turning back around to face Draco. He was smiling as well, his face slightly nervous.