fluff, slight smut, no plot, compilation of textposts that i turn into a story, enjoy! 😂
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It was Sunday when they found Harry was arguing vehemently with his fiance about a bet they made at lunch in the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione sat right across them with a confused look. "We heard you arguing from the entrance, Harry. What are you two talking about?" she asked, eyebrows scrunched together. Ron eyed them warily as he started picking some food to eat.
"I'm trying to tell Draco that if he thinks I'm not gonna fall off my broom 40 feet above the ground to prove the broom wax he bought is too slippery," Harry huffed, arms crossed over his chest, looking annoyed. "He. Is. Dead. Wrong."
"And I've been telling him to do it. I'll inherit billions as his widow," Draco answered savagely, looking at his perfectly clipped and polished nails.
Hermione facepalmed her face, shaking her head but Ron was chuckling, giving Draco a proud high five. "Good one, mate," he grinned. "But I don't think you'd be happy to live without Harry anyway."
Draco stared at Ron while the Golden Trio stared at him with anticipation, wanting to see his reaction. They could see the redness creeping from his neck to his face and his ears. The Slytherin looked away instantly, sniffing, mumbling, "Well, yeah. He's my future husband. If he dies, I'd be left alone."
Harry wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer, pecking his forehead. "I love you too, sweetheart."
•
Harry stomped down from Draco's room in the Slytherin Common Room wrapped up in his boyfriend's Slytherin sweater, his grey sweatpants and his blanket, looking miserably cold. He spotted the love of his life laying on the couch, reading and immediately went over to him, pushes his book up and snuggled on top and underneath the book, pulling the blanket over his head.
Draco set his book down and propped up on Harry's back.
Everyone in the Common Room stared at them thinking, What the actual fuck? Finally, Pansy spoke up, asking, "Are you dating... Potter?" Draco's eyebrows furrowed and tugged at the end of the blanket before lifting it, looking into Harry's sleepy green eyes. "Sorry. I know you're sleepy but are we dating?"
Harry's pink lips pursed, pouting cutely as he thought about it. Once he stopped pondering, he leaned closer and kissed Draco sweetly. "I guess we are," he said dazedly and pulled the blanket over his head once again. Draco smiled as he rubbed Harry's back before turning to Pansy with a shrug. "Looks that way," he responded and went back to reading.
•
"So yeah, I have a crush on Draco."
Ron stared at Harry in disbelief. "Harry, my forever Garry, Barry, Larry mate," he started. The shock was still in his tone. "Why in the bloody Hogwarts would you have a crush on Malfoy of all people? There are thousands of guys in this world, hundreds in Hogwarts that you could choose to beg for your gay hole to be wrecked by and you chose Draco bloody sodding Malfoy?"
"I mean... he's hot?" Harry tried to defend himself weakly. "And smart."
"Not to mention an arsehole," Ron sputtered. "There are tons of others, Harry. Mate, why do you gotta do me dirty like this?" he groaned, facepalming.
"I don't know, okay!" he argued back. "I just do and I can't stop my feelings as cliche as that sounds!"
Ron continued to complain.
. . .
"Did you know that Harry Potter is gay and he likes Draco Malfoy?" a girl gossiped spicily. "Ew, really? That gotta be a joke, Rebecca, because there's no way someone as hot as Harry would ever be gay. It's disgusting," another girl laughed as if she was funny.
Ron bristled and turned towards them with a sharp glare. Hermione was about to step forward towards the girls but Ron stopped them. "I'm not gonna let you talk about my best friend behind his back like that, you ugly sod! Harry's gay and so what? It's none of your business if he likes guys or not and so what if he likes Malfoy out of all people? He has the right to do whatever he pleases and if he chooses to be gay, he has every right to be as fucking gay as he wants. Your homophobic flat chest should shut the fuck up and stop talking about other people behind their backs like some bloody cowards. If you don't like it, have the balls to say it in front of him."
Ron snarled like an angry dog at them and walked away with Hermione in tow.
. . .
"So I heard you defended my poor gay honour," Harry smirked as he plopped on the couch lazily, looking at the redhead Pureblood. Ron snorted and Hermione was laughing.
"Your poor gay honour doesn't need to be defended but they're being a bint of bigots. So, I have to say something," he huffed. "Only I can say shit about you and Malfoy because I have the power to do so. I'm your brother. What kind of brother I am if I don't say shit about my brother's love life?" Ron grinned.
Harry blushed bright red. His dark skin darkened because of the blush. "Thanks, Ron," he said with a soft smile and the other male blushed as red as his hair, waving it off. "Yeah, yeah. No more being like a sentimental git."
The green-eyed male was about to retort when Draco Malfoy entered passed Neville with a glare. "Potter!" he huffed. "What is this rumour circling about you having a crush on me?! How long have you been having on me for?!" Harry gaped at him, unable to form any sort of reply. Malfoy wrenched a pillow and threw it at him. "Potter! Focus!"
"Well, s-since M-Madam Malkins," he stuttered his answer.
Malfoy screeched in frustration and took another pillow and threw at him, visibly seething. "So you're telling me–" Threw a pillow. "That we actually could've been together–" Threw another pillow. "From the start–" Threw a blanket. "And saved me a lot of heartbreaks–" Threw a book. "If you could've grown your balls to admit it and accept my hand?!" he smacked Harry's arm with the book.
Ron froze as Malfoy stopped, panting breathlessly. His eyes looked glassy with tears. By the look on Harry's face, he saw the tears too. "You're a complete arse, Harry James Potter," he spun around and left hurriedly but not before waving his wand to clean up the mess he just made. "W-Wait, Malfoy–" Harry stood up as soon as he finally processed what had just happened. Without lingering, he ran after the blond.
"What just happened?" Neville blinked.
. . .
"We're dating now," Harry beamed, swinging the hand he was holding back and forth happily. Ron rolled his eyes. "I can tell, mate. From the fact that you're too happy this early in the morning, holding his hand the moment you enter the Great Hall and the fact that he's sitting with us at the Gryffindor table."
Harry blushed shyly when Draco chuckled next to him.
•
"Who the hell is so rude as to play bloody gay porn while I was on the phone with my mother?!"
"The tea has been spilt and it's hot!"
Laughs. "We all know that it was–" Whispers. "Potter."
Shrug. "I was simply giving you what you deserve. And you know you deserved it. Plus, it was hilarious seeing your reaction to it."
Cackle. "Mate, I wish I was there. That's bloody genius! Tough luck, Malfoy."
"I can't believe I'm stuck with you as my roommate!" Draco growled, stalking towards a slightly frightened Harry and wrapped his hand around his throat firmly but not blocking his airway entirely. "You know what I deserve, Potter? I deserve my fucking cock being shoved down your throat after the things I've had to suffer because of you."
Much to everyone's surprise, Harry moaned loudly, humping the couch.
"The fuck–"
