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"Well, I think we’re done for today!" announced Draco, pulling his sweaty hand away from Potter's clutch.
They were sitting on the floor, coffee table as their desk, facing each other. The hand-holding method seemed to work on Potter, much to his amusement. They have been holding hands the entire session, with Potter's thumb caressing his knuckles back and forth. Interestingly, Draco didn't mind the gesture. In fact, he found it rather calming, and Potter managed to pay attention throughout their session, so Draco counted it as a win.
He began to pack his tutoring devices, stuffing it into his bag and stood up, looking at Potter's disbelief face expectantly.
"Wait, that's it?" asked Potter incredulously, moving up to his feet.
Draco nodded, a bit confused with Potter's reaction. "Our time is up, Potter. Don't you have practice?"
"No?” pointed Potter out, while gesturing to his surroundings, “Why do you think we are at my house?"
Draco titled his head, "Sufficiency?"
"No!" exclaimed Potter, "I want to spend time with you!"
"Willingly?" asked Draco, eyes widened in surprise.
"Well, yes!"
"Oh," said Draco, eloquently. He regarded Potter's words with perplexity. No one had a mind to spend their time with him except for tutoring sessions. The idea seemed intriguing to him, as he weirdly felt excited that Potter wanted to hang out with him. It was unfortunate that he needed to head home, however.
"It seems like a lovely idea, Potter." he began cautiously. "Unfortunately, I had to—what are you doing?" He stepped backwards when Potter suddenly moved forward in a predatory step, full of purpose.
"Stop right there!" ordered Draco, pointing a finger at Potter who doesn't even seem wanting to stop. Instead, he fastened his pace making Draco hastily move backwards blindly until his back collided with a wall.
"Potter," warned Draco, when the other kept walking forwards until he stopped in front of Draco with an arm away.
"Tell me why you can't spend your time with me." demanded Potter.
"I have to head home, Potter." replied Draco. "I have some chores to be done as soon as possible, or else my bint of a housemate will amend my possessions."
"Chores can wait," said Potter, stepping closer.
"Not all of us have maids to do our chores, Potter." huffed Draco. "So, it can't wait. I have another session in three hours, and another in six, so I'm running out of time."
"Cancel your sessions." a step closer.
"I can't, Potter," sighed Draco. "The school paid me for these sessions."
"When are you free, then?" a step closer.
"When I'm done with my sessions," shrugged Draco. "Late in the evening usually."
"I don't like it." frowned Potter.
"Well," Draco put a hand on Potter's stomach when the boy stepped closer, feet touching. His heart decidedly felt weird at their proximity. "Thank God you're not the one who's going to spend their time tutoring people, then."
"And before you want to say anything," Draco raised a finger when Potter began to open his mouth. "I like being busy, helping others with their studies."
"I'll keep you busy." growled Potter, "If that's what you want."
"Helping others too?"
"None of them are my concerns," said Potter, moved even closer that he was crowding Draco. He raised a hand and put them next to Draco’s head, another went to sneak around his waist. He pulled Draco towards him. "You are."
"You're getting too handsy, Potter." Glared Draco, in contrast to his fast beating heart. He could feel Potter's warmth pressed on his body. "Hands off my person."
"Cancel your sessions, first.”
"Oh, very funny." scoffed Draco. "Tell that to the principal," he joked.
"I will." Answered Potter, determined.
"He'll listen to you?" mocked Draco, raising a challenging brow.
"Why not?" said Potter with a tilt of his lips. "How hard can it be to persuade the principal?"
"I would like to see you try." dared Draco.
"And what do I get out of it?" asked Potter, eyes with determination.
"Spending your time with me, as bizarre as it sounds. That's what you want, isn't it?"
Potter's eyes gleamed. "Holding hands and kisses too?"
Confident that Potter didn't have the balls to negotiate with the principal about the cancellation of his tutoring sessions, he decided to humour the other boy. "Why not, it seems only fair to me since you're willing to do such a favour."
Honestly, he was only taking the piss. There was no need to inform the principal for tutor session cancellation. The tutors only need to inform the authorities, state their reason for doing so and they need to replace the session after. Draco has never had the intention to cancel a session before, so he had never done so.
He was greatly surprised however, to see Potter's eyes shone with mischief, as if he was the one who was challenging Draco.
"Very well," said Potter, squeezing his waist before he let him go and went to his night stand, retrieving his phone. He gave Draco a sly grin, began typing through his phone and held it to his ear. He winked at Draco, and began talking as he walked to stand far away from Draco that he couldn't hear a word of the conversation.
Draco watched, feeling a little bit wrong footed to see Potter talked through the phone rather confidently. He couldn't be really talking to the principal, could he?
He stood up straighter when Potter made his way towards him, a sly grin decorating his face. He went straight to Draco’s personal space, handing him the phone.
"The principal would like to talk to you," said Potter with a smirk.
Stupefied in disbelief, Draco took the phone, and held it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Young Malfoy!" came the principal—Professor Lupin's voice through the speaker.
"Professor Lupin?" asked Draco, blinking his eyes widely. Mother of Holy, it was really Professor Lupin!
"I was informed that you're not feeling well?"
"I—" Draco dragged his eyes to Potter, who was now grinning with smugness, and already had his hands wrapped around him in a hug, moving closer to bury his nose into his jaw.
"Young Potter has explained to me that you're feeling rather unwell and unfit to conduct further sessions today. You don't have to worry about those authorities, I'll inform them myself. You may contact the students if you want to cancel the class." said Professor Lupin, voice kind and understanding.
"I—uh," he wanted to say something, he really was, but how can he when Potter already had his lips wandering to his necks?
"You sound rather shaky, young Malfoy" Professor Lupin' voice was filled with concern. "You should ask young Potter to send you home."
"I—" Draco blinked, eyes searching for Potter who was mouthing 'You promised' to him in a threatening face and bent down to bite Draco’s ear. He squeaked.
"Young Malfoy, are you okay?"
Oh, well. What harm could it be to cancel one day sessions?
"I'm sorry, Professor. I'll inform the students that I am unfit for tutoring sessions today." said Draco then, closing his eyes as he felt a bit unsettled. He never canceled his sessions before. This was going to be his first. He suddenly felt that someone might come out of nowhere and yell at him for his incompetence.
A drop of kiss under his ear chased his worry away. He peeled his eyes open to see Potter smile reassuringly at him. 'You'll be fine." the other boy mouthed.
"Taking care of your health is a priority. Get well soon, young Malfoy. You have worked hard, I am proud of you."
Draco smiled when he heard those words, "Thank you, Professor. Thank you for being understanding."
They exchanged a few words before bidding each other goodbyes, leaving him to stare at the phone incredulously. He couldn't believe he had just skipped a tutor session. It felt a bit bizarre. Weird.
A warm press of lips against his skin woke him up from his stupor. “Don’t worry, you’re fine.”
“I’ve never done this before.” Confessed Draco.
“It’s okay,” said Potter, humming gently against his skin. “We’ll take our time. We don’t have to do anything today.”
“What are you talking about?” Asked Draco breathily, involuntarily tilting his head to the side. His heart somehow felt like they were going to jump out of his body. His skin felt hot.
“What are you talking about?” Countered Potter, lips wandered down to his collarbone.
“I’m talking about cancelling my sessions.”
“Ah,” chuckled Potter. “Here I thought you were talking about something else.”
“Something else?” Draco took all his might to push Potter away, trying to search for the other boy’s eyes. Holy, they looked like deep forest. Potter gazed down at him with soft eyes, the corner of his lips titled up forming a small smile.
“Never mind that,” said Potter, pulling him closer. “Can I touch you?”
“You already are, Potter.”
Potter laughed, dropping his head onto Draco’s shoulder. “I guess I’m content touching you like this for now.”
Draco blinked, slightly confused. “How exactly do you want to touch me?”
“You don’t have to know for now.” Said Potter, lifting his head up and stared down at him with a soft expression. “I am glad that you have never let anyone touch you like this.”
“I’ll have you know, Potter,” said Draco, not understanding the meaning behind Potter’s words. However, he decided to humour him. Feeling suddenly brave, he lifted both of his hands to wrap them around Potter’s shoulder. “You should feel lucky that I have permitted you to put your hands on me.”
Potter beamed, which turned into mischief as he suddenly said, “Hold me tight, and try not to fall.”
“Try not—ah!” shrieked Draco, grasping for Potter’s shoulder as the other boy crouched down to lift him up by his thighs. “What are you doing, you brute!”
“Put your legs around me.”
“Excuse me—”
“I’m going to move now.”
He shrieked again when he felt Potter moved, and he immediately held on for his dear life as he quickly wrapped his legs around Potter’s waist, hands gripping the muscled shoulder tightly. “Careful, you dolt! I’m going to fall!”
He took a chance to tug on the boy’s horrendous hair when Potter only laughed delightfully, and sniggered when Potter grunt in pain. He yelped when Potter took revenge by slapping his arse.
“I’m going to put you down now.”
Draco wanted to ask, put me down where? But his body suddenly collided with the soft mattress, and he gasped when Potter climbed in, manoeuvring his person until they laid at the centre of the huge bed, with Potter settling himself in between his legs.
Draco blinked, slightly confused by the situation.
“What are we doing?”
Potter, the imbecile, only hummed, busying himself by trying to find a comfortable position to settle down. His hands sneaked around his body, his head laying on top of his chest, eyes closed. “We’re resting.”
“You’re squishing me.”
“I like it like this.”
“This is a very bizarre way to have a rest, Potter.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
Draco frowned, taking his time to answer. He did not, in fact, feel uncomfortable. The weight of Potter’s body on top of his felt grounding, somehow. There was something about having the heavy weight crushing down his person. He never felt something like before, as if having something to anchor him down, making him feel relaxed. It wasn’t helping that Potter smelt nice too.
“Draco?”
“No- I’m, I’m comfortable.”
“I’m glad, let’s take a nap. You need them.”
Draco, against all odds, felt his eyes go heavy and who was he to deny a nap?
-
Draco was dreaming.
There were hands—calloused hands, caressing the skin underneath his shirt, making him feel goosebumps all over his sensitive body. There were hot breaths, kissing his neck with mischief and there was something wet touching the skin beneath his earlobe.
It made his breath turn heavy.
Draco sighed, and felt his body were making a response.
There was something soft, tickling his jaw and his chin, and he could feel the hands wander up to his nipples—his sensitive nipples. He had never been touched like this before, and he was somehow aware that he was making some sort of sound.
“Hm, you smell so good. You respond to me very well, Draco.”
He gasped when he felt a jolt of pleasure on his lower region, calloused fingers caressing his nipples playfully and he immediately opened his eyes.
He was not dreaming.
Potter’s mop of hair was the first thing he saw, and the breeze of air licking his body noting that his shirt had ridden up to his chest. He couldn’t help the heavy sigh that was escaping his mouth, and stared with wide eyes as Potter’s head lowered down, facing down his chest and when the pink wet muscle fell flat onto one of his nipples, he shrieked in panic.
“Potter!”
He took a huge grasp of Potter’s hair and tugged it away from his person, ignoring the way that the boy screamed in pain, and lifted his leg to kick the boy away until he fell on the bed with a loud thud.
“How dare you!” Shouted Draco, scrambling on his knees and promptly yanked down his shirt.
He heard Potter groan, and he immediately glared at him when he emerged from the floor.
“Draco, you wound me!”
“You molested me in my sleep!”
“I was not!” Said Potter, lips incredulously turned into a huge pout. “I was dreaming!”
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” warned Draco, eyes blazing. “How dare you put your mouth on me!” His hand unconsciously went to rub one on his nipples, the one that Potter had personally molested with his stupid tongue. It still felt sensitive under his touch.
“I’m sorry, okay?” Huffed Potter, crossing his arms in a sulky manner. “I couldn’t help it!”
“You couldn’t help it?”
“I mean, have you seen yourself?” Countered Potter, throwing him an accused look. As if it was his fault!
“How dare you! Without my consent no less!”
Potter perked up at that. “You would give me your consent if I asked?”
Draco growled. Angry, he stomped down the bed, reaching out to Potter who was watching him with an alarmed face. Potter had the audacity to scramble back, crawling backwards to be away from Draco.
Draco jumped to him, kneeing Potter’s stomach in the process making the boy howled in pain. Draco ignored those cries coming from Potter, as he proceeded to grab him by the shoulder and sink his teeth down Potter’s right shoulder and bite. Hard.
“Argh!”
He felt Potter’s hand on his shoulder, trying to pry him away but Draco held his ground.
“Draco, it hurts! Let me go!”
They struggled like that; one biting, while the other one trying his best to make him stop. Potter cries echoed around the room, tapping Draco’s shoulder repeatedly in surrender.
Draco let go after biting his heart out, and sat back, watching with pure satisfaction as Potter curled around his shoulder, whimpering like a wounded puppy.
“Next time, Potter,” began Draco. “It would be polite to ask for someone’s consent.”
The said girl, who was resting on the couch and watching a telly programme, frowned hearing the other boy’s voice outside their apartment.
“Pansy!” Draco shouted again, this time clearer as he practically kicked the door open and jumped on the younger girl, making her yelp, "Draco!”
“Pansy!” Draco grabbed the girl’s hand, looking all serious.
“What’s wrong, dear?” asked Pansy in worry, looking at Draco’s grim expression.
Draco swallowed a dry throat, inhaling a large breath and started to talk, grasping Pansy's hand tightly as his anchor before he lost his mind. “You see, I had a tutor session with Harry Potter today, and I taught him like how I usually did with the other students. Then, I told him to solve some questions, but he asked me to help with this one question he didn’t understand. So, I taught him how to solve it. Then, he started sniffing me and kissed my cheek and he bit my ear. I thought I was going to die because my heart was beating so fast—I thought it was going to jump out my chest! Oh, if only you were me, Pans, you would know.”
He ended his tales with an exaggerating sigh, and let go of Pansy’s hand as he plopped himself next to the younger one, burying his head into her stomach. Dramatic as he can be, he could care less. He has just experienced a life threatening situation, he ought to be as dramatic as he wanted.
Pansy blinked and looked at Draco, caressing the soft white-blond hair of his. She processed the older boy's words and let out an amused smile. “So, you meant to say to me that your heart beats faster because of this Harry Potter?”
Draco nodded against her stomach, peeking out an eye to stare helplessly at the younger girl. "Is there something wrong with me?"
“Oh, Draco," sighed Pansy, she couldn't help but smile fondly at the older boy. "It's normal.”
“Really?” asked Draco, eyes widened innocently that got Pansy to chuckle.
“Why do I feel it now?” continued Draco.
The question managed to make Pansy huffed out loud, a flare of irritation emerged within her. "Because you're so obsessed with teaching other people, when it was not even your job to do so." She gave Draco a flat look. "Sweetheart, what's the point of having a teacher if you insist on teaching other students?! You haven't graduated, and I get it if your dream is to be a teacher, but right now you're supposed to study and have fun, Draco. In fact, at this age you should find yourself a love interest, kiss someone, explore! If you continued on being like this, God knows how much of a boring life you might have for the rest of your life.” Pansy pointed out, placing a hand on her chest, feeling much better now that she had got the chance to say her piece of mind. She’d been waiting to tell Draco about that and thank God this was the right time.
"But- but I genuinely enjoyed spending my time helping troubled students." mumbled Draco, a shadow of pout painted on his face.
"And God bless you for that," sighed Pansy again. She understood where Draco was coming from, "But I really want you to lay back a little bit. You've been spending too much time tutoring other students, Draco."
"What about the students then?" asked Draco, unsure. "I can't just stop out of nowhere." and besides, wasn't that his duty as a student? Helping others, while keeping a good grade?
"Oh, sweetheart," said Pansy, running her fingers through the soft strands. "Your school has those tutor organisations for a reason. There are tutors other than you who could take over your students."
Draco frowned. "How did you even know that?"
"Why, Hermione told me, of course."
"Hermione?" blinked Draco incredulously at Pansy. "How did you even know her? You went to an all girls school, Pans."
Pansy gave him an unimpressed look. "Oh, for fuck sake, Draco. You once brought her to come here when Ron was busy with practice, and couldn't take her out for a date. Do you remember?"
Draco stared at her, mentally searching in his memory banks for that particular moment. "I don't think I've ever brought her here."
"Why am I even surprised," said Pansy with pursed lips. "It was back when you were still doing your sessions in our apartment, before we caught one of them stealing our things?—Ah, now that I remember, you held a session at the time and asked me to entertain Hermione. So we went to the mall, and she went back home by herself after. Not that you were aware of course because by the time I got back, you were already hibernating in your room."
Draco was appalled as he listened to Pansy's tale. He could have sworn that he did not have any recollection of those moments in his memories.
"I…"
"Never mind that." snipped Pansy dismissively, rolling her eyes. "You were a hopeless case. I don't even know why I bothered to try."
"Hey!"
"Anyway," grinned Pansy, wiggling her brows and Draco knew there was nothing good when she had those looks on her face. "Harry Potter, was he good looking?"
Without a beat, Draco scoffed and mumbled, "Insanely handsome, more like."
Pansy's eyes were gleaming. "He caught your attention."
"What's that supposed to mean?" sniffed Draco, pulling away from Pansy, and moved to sit next to her.
Pansy, being an annoying bint she was, started to laugh delightfully, clapping her hands with excitement. Her eyes were still gleaming, shining brightly the further she laughed, like she knew something Draco doesn't. "Oh, Draco, whoever this Harry Potter was, I would like to thank him for finally knocking some sense to your head.”
“What are you talking about, Pans?" frowned Draco, face looking so lost that Pansy almost pinched his pale smooth cheeks for that. But instead, she smiled widely and brought her hands between his cheeks and squeezed them together. “Sweetie, he might be your potential love interest!”
“What?” Draco widened his eyes, straightened up and swatted the offensive hands away from his person. “What do you mean by that? Potter is not my potential love interest or something along the way. No.”
“Yes, way. Oh my god! I can’t believe this is finally happening. I'm going to tell Theo about this.” Pansy squealed in excitement and dropped a kiss to his cheek before she skipped to her room, probably looking for her phone, while Draco was left alone, dumbfounded.
——
Monday finally came. Draco, as usual, went to school with high spirits. He was a good student after all. He made his way to his class, when a high pitched voice rang through the hallway, calling out his name.
“Draco!”
A hand was thrown over his shoulder and Draco rolled his eyes as soon as his eyes met the other. “Good morning to you too, Theo.”
The said boy laughed, “Always so bright," he pinched Draco’s cheek, much to his chagrin. He swatted the boy's hand away.
“What do you want, Theodore?"
“I am glad you asked, Draco." said the boy, grinning. "You know you're the top student alongside Granger, right? And you're the top of all boys' records for every term, but did you know, there was another student who's going to beat you?"
Draco frowned. It was true that both Granger and him were the top students for combined records; which meant that they were automatically the top students for both girls and boys records. Draco wasn't sure about Granger, but he'd always kept track of who was listed in the top ten.
He pursed his lips in a thought, “Well, isn’t the second one in the boy's record was Edward Westbrook?”
Draco wasn't sure if he liked the way Theo's eyes shone with mischief, or the way he grinned maniacally as he said, "I'll be damn, you did pay attention to your surroundings."
“Shut up, Theo." scoffed Draco, digging his sharp elbow into the boy's side and satisfied when he heard a yelp. "Anyway, was Edward Westbrook the one that you're talking about?”
Theo nodded, "Rumours has it, he was this close to beating your record." The boy had his thumb and forefinger joint together, leaving a millimeter gap.
Draco blinked at the fingers, knitting his brows together. “How did you know that?" asked Draco, but Theo only grinned, shrugging his shoulders—the nincompoop. He rolled his eyes at the boy, and frowned then, tapping a finger to his chin. "But come to think of it, I’ve never seen this guy,”
“Well, you're so focused on replacing the teachers that you don't even look around you.” Theo cackled as Draco nudged his ribs, hard.
“Funny, Pansy said the same thing too.”
“Right? Draco, you should have to take a break with this tutoring thing. You’re not going to get laid by this point—not that anyone wants to lay you, but—ouch! Oi, You know what I mean! Draco!” Theo laughed as he followed the other boy, who quickened his step towards their classroom.
Draco took his usual seat and sighed, Edward Westbrook... Hm, I guess I’m extremely busy with my tutoring schedule that I didn’t manage to take care of my own grade.
"Hey, Draco!"
Draco snapped out of his thoughts and smiled at the boy who took a seat next to him, “Oh, Neville.”
The other boy gave him a warm smile, “How are you? You looked so deep in your thoughts.”
“Ah, it's nothing. Just about this upcoming test.”
“You should really stop thinking about studying every second you're breathing, or you’ll get old much quicker than most of us,” Neville cooed, pinching Draco’s cheek.
“Hey!" Draco pouted, rubbing his sore cheek. "That's disrespectful!"
"Draco Malfoy! What did you do to him?”
They looked up to see Ron along with Theo trailing behind him, almost dying with how much he laughed. Draco rolled his eyes, “Nothing. He told me that I’m not going to get laid if I keep tutoring.”
“Which is true,” came the answer from Ron, Theo and Neville.
He glared at the three of them—traitors, all of them. Ron gave Neville a bro fist before the boy left them, claiming that Hannah Abbott from the next class needed help with her plant.
“So," chirped Ron, wiggling his brows. "How was the tutor session with my dear captain, Harry Potter?” he asked, smirking mischievously.
Right—Ronald Weasley; resident prat, also known as his cousin—was in Potter’s team. He was Potter's most trusted right man, in fact. Only, the day Draco met Potter at their meeting room, Ron was not there—stomach ache, he reasoned. And of course, he knew about Draco and Potter's tutoring session. The team spread rumors just like girls, especially when they were about their so-hot captain.
“Why should you know?” Draco narrowed his eyes and Ron laughed out loud, “Something happened, right?” He wiggled his brows in a very disgusting manner in Draco's opinion—he was just annoyed.
“No!”
“Oh yes, something did.” Theo got into the picture, claiming the seat that Neville sat in earlier and throwing a knowing look at Draco, “Pansy told me, you know.”
Right, he also forgot that this oaf of a buffoon was Pansy's boyfriend. How they met was beyond him.
Draco widened his eyes as Ron clapped his hand excitedly like a stupid seal, “Tell me, T! What happened?”
“Nothing happened!” Draco yelled.
However, Theo just grinned like crazy and Ron continued being all too curious. Draco stood up from his seat and stormed out of the classroom, much to both boys’ amusement.
——
“So, do you understand now?” Draco asked the boy in front of him.
“Hm, no.”
“What?” Draco widened his eyes, “Are you telling me that I’m wasting my time trying to make you understand and you don’t?!”
Aware that he had lost his composure, Draco forced himself to calm down. Trust Potter to make him lose his professionalism.
“Relax, geez,” grinned Potter, waving his hand, motioning for Draco not to worry. “You do know that you’re a distraction, right? I wonder how people can focus when you’re the one teaching them. I get this image about you—.”
“S-Shut up!” Draco said, holding his hand up in front of Potter, to stop him from spurting further nonsense.
Potter smirked. "I hadn't finished speaking."
"I don't need to hear nonsense coming from your mouth." stated Draco.
"I never speak nonsense."
"I beg to differ." he rolled his eyes.
Potter laughed, leaning forward eagerly. "How'd you know I speak nonsense?"
"Your hair says so." said Draco with a straight-faced, gesturing to the nest of a hair, hoping that perhaps Potter would stop being a prat if he was being rude but the cretin just ran his fingers through those unruly hairs of his and winked.
"You're going to have a soft spot for this hair soon."
"Not even when the world comes to an end."
Goodness, he was never this rude but Potter was impossible. Week three in and he did not manage to show any progress. Let's not forget about those loose mouths of his, always spoke gibberish and his wandering hands—he slapped those extremely naughty hands that tried to sneak a touch of his hand—always had excuses to touch his person.
He slapped Potter's hand again when they tried to feel his skin, and gave the grinning boy a death glare.
"Stop that!" scolded Draco, when Potter tried another attempt to feel him.
"I just wanted to hold your hand." pouted Potter.
"I'll have you know, Potter," said Draco with narrowed eyes. "None of the students that I've been tutoring were as atrocious as you are."
Potter snapped his finger, "You're meant to say, none of the students you've been tutoring were fun as I am."
Draco sighed, rubbing his temple. "Potter, you will have a promising future ahead of you if you put effort into your academics just as much as you did in your co-curricular. So, I beg you. Please, stop playing around."
Potter's grin faded as he heard Draco’s words. The boy stared at him for a few moments, before he started to dig the desk with his finger with a dejected face. "Studying is boring, though. I am not interested in my studies, and I don't even have enough motivation to study." his lips turned downwards, eyebrows scrunched together.
Those expressions stupidly tugged Draco’s heart. "Ugh, fine!"
Potter looked up to him—and what was that, a puppy face?
"If I let you hold my hand, would you promise to start to pay attention?"
Potter wasted no time as he immediately took a secure hold on his hand, lacing their finger together with a handsome grin. "I promise!"
Draco fought an incoming smile seeing the other boy's face. He looked so happy it was ridiculous. "Great, now—"
"Harry!"
They both turned to the classroom door, which was opened by Ron, eyes quickly caught their tangled hands.
"Oho, what's this?" Asked Ron with a gleaming eyes.
"A motivation." replied Potter, proud.
"You're impossible," said Draco, shaking his head. He took a glance at his watch and raised a brow, their session had ended ten minutes ago and he didn't notice. He usually was aware of his time. Huh.
"Well," said Draco then, intervening in the other two boys' conversation. "We're done for today, Potter. I'll see you in the next two days?"
"What, that's too long!" protested Potter. "I need to see you everyday!"
"Stop being ridiculous," said Draco, throwing a sideways look at Ron when the boy cackled. Impossible, both of them. "You've said to yourself that you're busy with practice tomorrow, and we even had to squeeze some time today before your practice."
"But I just got the permission to hold your hand!" said Potter, unsatisfied. He tightened his grip on Draco’s hand, as if he was afraid that Draco would pull his hand away.
Draco stared at Potter, before he turned to Ron. "Control your friend, please?"
Ron, bless his heart, went to smack Potter's head, much to the other boy's annoyance.
"Hey!"
"We're late to practice, mate!" scolded Ron, "and besides," he bent down to whisper something to his team captain.
Draco narrowed his eyes suspiciously when Potter's gloomy face turned bright, a smile decorating his face.
"You're right!" beamed Potter. The two members of the football team shared a grin, and Potter made a motion to Ron, "You go ahead, I'll be right behind you."
"Alright then," nodded Ron, clasping a hand on his team captain's shoulders, sending a playful smile at Draco which he replied with narrowed eyes. You can never trust the Weasleys, they were full of mischief.
Ron laughed, and moved towards the exit. "Don't make him mad, Harry. He'll kill you."
Draco scoffed at his cousin's figure that was disappearing away from his eyes. "Cretin," he mumbled.
A chuckle grabbed his attention, and he turned to see Potter smiling at him, his free hand propping his chin. There was something written all over his face that Draco couldn't put his finger on, but he can tell that they were soft.
"What?" he asked defensively, because the expression the other boy had was making him restless.
"Nothing," smiled Potter.
"Well, you better pack your stuff and hurry up," said Draco. "Wouldn't want your team members to blame me for your tardiness."
"Help me?" asked Potter, and batted his long eyelashes, jutting his lower lip. "My hands are rather preoccupied." he continued, and raised their joint hands, making his point.
Draco, with a sudden courage consuming his person, added to being tormented by Potter since the past weeks, he ought to be a bit mad. He gave Potter a dripping sweet smile, tugging Potter by their joint hand, and almost had a heart attack when their faces almost collided but he ignored it, because Potter's eyes widened in surprise, mouth hanging open and Draco wouldn't want that expression to be gone.
He kept on his composure, even as their noses brushed together, and he made a point to drop his eyes to Potter's slack mouth. He held in a laugh when Potter gulped.
"Of course," he purred softly, breathing shyly kissing Potter's skin. "I would do anything for you."
He pulled away, keeping their hands close to him as he used one hand to tidy up Potter's books and pencils. He then leaned forward, forward until his neck was presented to Potter to reach out the stupefied team captain's bag that was placed next to him and he greatly suppressed a shiver when Potter turned his head to bury his nose into his skin. He leaned back when his hand gripped the bag, making sure his eyes were flirting as he stole a glance at Potter and quickly dragged his eyes away and began stuffing the other boy's bag with his things.
He smiled when he was done, batting his eyelashes as he gave Potter his bag. The stupefied boy had his eyes dazed as he watched Draco, mouth still hanging loose open. He inwardly grinned, as he made a move to stand, bent down and whispered against Potter's ear, "It's done."
He'd hoped he didn't take it too far when he turned his head to reach Potter's cheek and paste a chaste kiss over the warm skin but Potter should have seen it coming. Serve him right for being a prat. He smirked involuntarily when Potter hitched a breath.
He pulled away, stood up straighter and gathered his things without looking at Potter. When he was done, he looked at Potter to see that he had an awe expression carved upon his face.
He couldn't help but smile. "Potter, close your mouth. You looked ridiculous."
He chuckled when he heard Potter's teeth snapped together as he closed his mouth. Honestly, this boy.
"Well, I'll see you soon, then," said Draco, bidding Potter a sweet goodbye as he started to walk towards the door, making sure he put an extra effort to the swing of his hips. He clasped his mouth to prevent the laughter that was about to escaped when heard Potter swore a loud,
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Okay, so [Crush 2.0] is actually a 15k+ fic. What you have read is just like what, 30-40% of the fic? So yea, I wasn’t sure if you guys need the whole version or the cut one as I was also thinking to post it on ao3 once I’m done posting it on tumblr. Tumblr is my priority yes as this is my first first drarry platform- but anyway, real question to you!
Whole version or Cut version?
Whole version: more details?
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Ugh idk, I don’t want you guys to get bored. Ugh I hate myself.
Saturday morning, with a half an hour journey by bus, Draco found himself in front of a house. He raised his brows and looked at his phone to check if the address matched. Indeed. This was Potter’s house—a fucking mansion.
He stood in front of the huge gate blinking and quickly roamed his eyes over the gate for something. He found an intercom, and rang it. He waited for a few moments before it was answered.
“May I help you?”
Draco stared, eyes wide. "Yes, well. I’m here for Harry Potter?”
“Young master? Do you have an appointment with him?”
Draco gaped at the intercom, appointment? He took in a deep breath and said, “Well, I'd rather think so. My name is Draco Malfoy. Your young master should know that I will be coming here today.”
There were a few beats of silence. “I’m sorry, sir. Please come in.”
The gate automatically opened and Draco awkwardly stepped into the mansion’s area. He looked around and was impressed by what he saw. He was rather well loaded himself, coming from an old family line, but with his parents living in France, he was comfortable to share an apartment with Pansy.
It took him five minutes to walk to reach the gigantic front door and was about to knock when a pair of maids opened the door for him.
"Welcome,” they said in unison.
Draco stared at the two maids, who were wearing an actual uniform of maids; puffy skirts with blouses and a cute small apron. He found himself smiling at them, “Thank you,”
“You’re welcome. This way please,” The maids politely lead the way, and Draco followed their trails, greatly impressed with what his eyes caught as he let them roam around the large space. His eyes widened delightfully when he saw a glimpse of a grand piano down the hall on his right, unconsciously pouting when the maids walked straight to left instead, leading to a small room. Draco pleasantly noted that the room smelt nice, decorated with simple yet expensive furniture.
“You may wait here, sir. Young master will come soon," the maid gestured at the leather couch and Draco smiled, thanking them. He carefully sat down as the maids disappeared elsewhere. Draco pursed his lips, feeling out of place in someone else's residence. He looked around again to pass the time, drumming his fingers on his thighs.
Moments later, a maid brought him a beverage and food. Draco thanked them again and started digging in. The journey managed to make him hungry, after all. When he finished his food, Harry Potter was still not in his sight.
But of course, he spoke too soon.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
The sudden hot breath against his right ear made him turn to the source promptly, to find Potter smirking down at him—hands in his pocket, looking all cool and handsome.
Draco cleared his throat, “I’m not your sweetheart, mind you.”
The other boy chuckled, and held out a hand at Draco, who stared at his hand in confusion. “Pardon?”
“Give me your hand,” commanded Potter.
Draco snorted, but did as he was told.
“Good boy,” Potter smirked, pulling Draco to his feet and dragging him upstairs.
“Where are you taking me?” asked Draco, and was very well aware that some of the maids were looking at them, whispering to each other. Maybe Potter noticed it too because he suddenly flashed his handsome grin at them, making them swoon over him. After all, most of the maids were female. Draco rolled his eyes at that.
Potter turned back to him and winked, “My room.”
"What?" Draco tried to stop his steps, but Potter already did. Draco found himself standing in front of a mahogany door, and Potter gave him a smile before he pushed the door open, and led them inside.
Draco looked around the place with interest, “This is your room?”
“Yeah. Do you like it?” asked Potter, looking at him with a tilted head.
“Why would you ask me that?”
Potter just shrugged, “Can’t I?”
Draco bit his lip, “Well,"
Potter's room reminded him of his own room back in France, actually. Though it was slightly bigger than his. Draco looked at the room that was in a slight mess with some of his football’s equipments.
He shrugged and turned to Potter with a small polite smile. “It’s pleasant.”
“I’m glad then. So, should we start?”
“Oh right!” Draco exclaimed. He'd totally forgotten his intentions. He shouldered off his rucksack, bringing out some books from his bag and looked around, “Where should we study?”
The thing was, Draco couldn't locate the study table. He looked at Potter who just blinked, looking around too.
“There.” pointed Potter.
Draco’s brows knitted together, “Your bed?”
“Yeah. It’s the best spot there is.” shrugged Potter.
“How can you study there?” asked Draco incredulously.
“It’s comfortable.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Watch me,” said Potter, walking to his bed and sitting on it. He took a remote from his night stand and pressed a button. A board came out from under his bed all of a sudden, automatically moving itself to form a table over the bed.
Draco gaped.
"There," said Potter, tapping the table board proudly. "We can study here."
Draco shook his head. “I’m not going to sit there,” he said, and scanned the room again, noticing a coffee table. He went to the coffee table and carried it, much to Potter’s amusement.
"What are you doing?”
He placed the coffee table next to Potter’s bed and placed his books on it, taking a seat on the floor. He faked a smile at the boy on the bed, “I’ll sit here.”
“You can’t. You have to sit here, next to me,” protested Potter, patting the place he'd left for Draco in the bed with a disapproving frown.
“No. I prefer it here.”
“How do you expect to teach me if I’m on the bed and you're on the floor?” Potter asked, making an unimpressed face.
“It’s going to work out,” said Draco, clasping his hand together. “Well," he continued, summoning his professionalism as he smiled up at Potter with too many teeth. "Which subject do you have problems with?”
“Hm," huffed Potter, face showing displeasure that got Draco to hold his chuckle. "Everything, I guess.” the boy shrugged.
“Well, we'd better start now.” chirped Draco.
*
“So, do you understand now?” Draco asked, forty minutes later into their tutoring session. They decided to focus on a subject for today, another subject for another tutoring session.
Potter nodded a bit, “I guess.”
“Good. Now I’m going to give you some exercise and you’re going to complete it. You can ask me if you don’t understand, okay?”
“Okay.” Answered Potter, with much less enthusiasm.
"Excellent! We have twenty minutes left. If you couldn't complete it today, you can bring them to our next session."
Draco handed him a few sheets of paper and Potter took them. He then turned to his scattered books and sheets and he decided to tidy up.
He looked up at Potter when he heard the boy heaved a deep sigh. Draco noticed his uninterested face as he looked down at the paper and he reached out to tap the boy's knee. “Hey, don’t give up yet. You can do it.”
Potter turned to him, blinking before he gave an attractive smile. “Alright, here we go.” he said, twirling the pencil around his finger, and starting to answer the questions.
Draco found himself smiling along as he took out his phone, deciding to take a break and start skimming his phone through his social media.
“Hey, Draco?” called Potter, a few minutes later.
Draco looked up as Potter pointed to a question on the paper, “I don’t understand this part.”
“Which one?” Draco rose up from his spot and went to Potter.
“Here,” the boy said, and Draco took the pencil when Potter offered it to him. He tapped it on the question before he looked at Potter again, “This is a tricky question. But let me think for a second, okay?”
Draco turned his full attention to the paper, when Potter decided to speak again, “Hey, Draco?”
“Hm?”
“Do you realize where you are right now?”
The tutor looked at the other boy in pure confusion, “In your room, why?”
Potter gave him a wicked smirk that got him nervous. Even more when Potter leaned closer to him and whispered, “Indeed, and you’re on my bed.”
Draco blinked before he looked around. Here he was, saying that he wouldn't step into the bed, but that was exactly what he was doing right now. He was sitting casually next to Potter, maybe close to Potter. He realised that his shoulder was touching Potter’s broad chest as he was trying to get a better look at the paper. Much worse, Potter smelt really good. He felt his blood rush to his cheek and he bit his lip.
“Uh—I,” He tried to back away, but the sudden hand around his waist was not something he expected. He looked at Potter alarmingly, but the boy just shrugged and smiled, “It's okay. I like this position better.”
“B-But...”
“Now, how do I solve this problem, Draco?”
Draco gulped and gripped the pencil tighter. He could feel the heat of Potter's body, a hard rock chest snuggled firmly against his shoulder. He desperately demanded his heart to slow down the sudden thundering beat against his ribcage. “Uhm, here, you need to...”
But Potter clearly had a different intention when he didn’t even listen to his explanation. Instead, he started to bury his nose in Draco’s temple and his hair, caressing his nose softly against his person. He felt Potter drop some kisses on his cheek, his temple and his ear, and Draco hitch a breath when Potter nibbled his earlobe a bit.
“A-Ahh,”
Potter stopped.
“D-Don’t do that.”
Come the shaky voice of Draco.
He felt Potter's smirk as the sinful lips of his were pressed on his skin, and he pulled away to look at Draco, who was now flushed red. “Why? Couldn’t stand it?”
“I, I don’t know why you did that, but as you can see, I’m here to help you get better grades. You—You’re rich and—and if you’re smart, then you'll be a full package for a handsome guy.” Draco didn’t know what made him say that, but he needed to say something, to calm his heart down.
“You think so?” asked Potter, hands tightening around Draco now.
“Ye-Yes.”
"Do you know that you’re cute?”
“Ex-excuse me?” blinked Draco, eyes wide as he stared at Potter.
“I feel like I want to eat you,” he whispered huskily.
Draco snapped, and moved to shoved Potter away. “S-Solve that question by yourself. I-I have to go. We’re done for today. See you on Monday,” he scrambled down the bed, gave Potter a small stiff nod as a parting ways and picked up his things, before he dashed out of the room, missing the amused chuckle by Potter and a fond of, “Adorable.”
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Draco Malfoy is not the typical man when he developed a crush on someone. He’s not the type to admire them from afar, or just probably sighs in content when their crush walked by or simply exist. He’s not the type of person who will get shy when their crush simply looks at them or sit next to them. No, he’s not that type of person.
Draco Malfoy is the type of person who will make sure that his presence is known by his crush. He wants his crush to acknowledge him, to make sure he knows him and to be aware of him.
Harry Potter; one gorgeous specimen ever created.
Draco Malfoy’s crush.
It’s been a year and a half for that crushing have been going. One would say it’s already way beyond a crush. Pansy states that according to psychologists, a crush can only lasts for four months, but when the feelings persist beyond that, one is considered to be “in love”.
Draco had snorted when he heard that. He’s not in love with Harry Potter. Love is such a strong feelings, and for Draco to be in love with someone, that was just simply ridiculous.
It was just a crush.
Yes, Harry Potter is one magnificent creature. At first, Draco was attracted to his handsome face and his bloody fit body. But then, over the time, Draco was attracted to his personality and charms. Never once Draco has met a perfect man like Harry Potter.
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“Good afternoon, Professor. I was informed that you were looking for me?”
The principal—Professor Lupin, looked up and smiled kindly as he saw Draco. “Ah, young Malfoy. Please do have a seat,” he said, motioning towards the seat in front of his table.
Draco walked forward cautiously, not knowing how to act since he had never been called into the principal's office. He immediately tried to dig into his memories if he had ever caused any troubles. He found none.
"How are you, young Malfoy?" asked Professor Lupin once he was seated, smiling kindly at him.
"I am very well, Professor. Thank you for asking," replied Draco, carving a smile of his own. "How about you, Professor?"
"Never better, young boy. Never better." nodded Professor Lupin, eyes regarding him with an unreadable twinkle that made him forced himself not to start fidgeting in his seat.
"I'm glad to hear that, Professor." smiled Draco, politely. Realising it would be an awkward silence between them after the pleasant exchange, Draco decided to jump into his real concern. “What can I do for you, Professor?”
At that, the principal held a few moments before taking off his glasses and put them on his table, rubbing the bridge of his nose and sighing, “I need to ask for you to do me a favour, young Malfoy. Could you do it for me?”
Draco crossed his brows, hands clasped tightly together on his lap. “May I ask what kind of favour you would like me to do?”
Professor Lupin put on his glasses back, and went rummaging through his drawers before he pulled out a file with a triumphant look. He brought the file in front of Draco, and with a confused mind, Draco took the file from the older man and opened it when he was told to. It was actually a file of a student. Draco looked at the student’s picture and his name—Harry James Potter; it read. His eyes widened.
Harry James Potter; the football team’s captain of their school. He was handsome; possessing rather shaggy black hair but it looked good on him, tan skin and firm muscles from the school activities he had, and most importantly, he was insanely popular with the student population. Everyone wanted him, he was irresistible.
Draco brought his eyes towards the principal and looked at him. "Do you have any agenda for showing me Harry Potter's student file?” he asked with perplexity, and Professor Lupin laughed delightfully before he motioned towards the file, “I need you to read his academic result.”
He promptly scanned the file and instantly cringed as soon as he saw what was written in the paper, “How can someone have a very low grade for all subjects?” he mumbled, mostly to himself but apparently the principal heard him.
“I know, right?”
Draco gave the principal a half hearted smile that was more of a grimace as an answer.
“Do you know him by any chance?” asked Professor Lupin.
Draco immediately shook his head, “Not really. I- I've seen him around the school, but I've never met him in person. I've only heard about him from my friends.”
“I see,” nodded Professor Lupin, leaning back on his comfortable leather chair.
Draco observed the principal, who was looking back at him with a small smile. He bit his lips, now understood the reason why the principal had asked to meet him. He cleared his throat, “Are you asking me to tutor him, Professor?” he asked carefully.
The principal's face bloomed brilliantly and Draco already knew the answer, “Yes, young Malfoy. I want him to graduate with flying colours.”
*
Perhaps, that was why he was here at the moment; at the football team's meeting room, because he just couldn't turn down the principal's expectant face.
Draco could hear the ruckus from inside and he gulped, raising a shaky hand to hover in front of the door. He was never fond of jocks, after all. He found them rather atrocious. Ron was the only exception. With a firm determination and large inhale of air, he knocked on the door as politely as he could.
Almost instantly, the ruckus inside the room went silent, and he was left standing at the door unsure with himself before the door was slid open by someone. A boy with spiked hair blinked when he saw Draco, and titled his head questionably. “Can I help you, Malfoy?”
Apparently this boy knew him, Draco assumed. He quickly put on a smile. “Hello, may I know if Harry Potter is here?”
The boy grinned and pointed at his back, and moved his body to give room for Draco to see the team’s captain, who was looking back at him with raised brows. “Do you need me?” the captain asked, pointing at himself, and Draco nodded.
Harry Potter rose up from his seat and walked over to Draco, slapping the other boy's shoulder in a friendly manner when they switched places. He gave Draco a polite smile. “What is it?”
“It’s the school’s cutie, Draco Malfoy."
Draco frowned when he heard that, eyes went past Potter's shoulder to see almost everyone in the meeting room now had their eyes on him, some craning their heads for a better look. There were some who gave him a friendly wave and Draco stared at them blankly. School’s cutie?
Potter’s chuckles snapped him out, and he immediately brought his eyes to the team captain.
“Well, cutie. What can I do for you?” asked Potter, making a move to lean against the door frame endearingly, as he smirked.
Draco cleared his throat and looked up at the boy in front of him—Wow, his hair is really horrendous up close. “The principal has sent me to tutor you. Since, apparently, your academic results are... well, not in a good standard.”
“Oh, he didn’t send you to please me?”
"P- Pardon?” Draco widened his eyes as the boy in front of him widened his smirk. He found that, almost immediately after a few moments talking to this boy, that he was rather impossible to deal with. Draco shook his head, clearing his head from the blooming judgement he had for Potter. He put on a smile.
“Anyway, as I said, I came here to inform you that you only need to spend an hour of your time for our tutorial session. Three times a week. Therefore, I would like to ask if you can make some of your time for it?"
Hearing that, Potter wore a serious face, and Draco thought—actually thought that maybe this boy did care about his academic results. “Hm, you know that I’ve been really busy with practice for the upcoming game...”
Draco promptly frowned. “You're meant to say that you did not have the time?” he asked, tilting his head.
Potter hummed and tapped his chin, looking thoughtful with brows crossing in a serious demeanor before it changed in a flash when the team captain pulled out a wicked smirk, “Well, if I have a cutie as my tutor, I will surely find a free time for us. How’s that sound?”
Draco stared—just stared at the team captain whose smirk was still in place as he stared back at him with a challenging look.
“Sure." replied Draco after a moment, lips pursing in thin lines as he narrowed his eyes slightly. "It’s fine with me since you’re the one who needs help. You can call me anytime when you’re free. Here’s my number.” Draco tore a piece of paper from the book that he was holding with his number written on it and handed it to Potter, who was watching his action in amusement.
“I am surely lucky to have you as my tutor.”
“Pardon?” blinked Draco, not quite understanding of what Potter was saying. He felt, however, that the team captain was messing around with him. He stood up straighter, “I just wanted to help. As I was saying, you’re the one wh—.”
His words were cut when Potter grabbed his wrist, the one that was holding the paper, and pulled him closer rather strongly so that he almost crashed into Potter's chest.
“I know," said Potter, searching into his eyes. "I’m the one who needs help.” he gave a boyish grin at Draco and snatched the paper off Draco’s hand with his other hand. He raised the piece of paper to the air, a triumphant look somehow carved upon his face as he studied the paper. His hand was still holding onto Draco, tightening a little bit, only to have a small squeeze.
He brought his eyes to Draco then, smiling a genuine smile before he raised Draco’s hand to his face, and put on a chaste kiss to his knuckles.
Draco gaped openly at him.
"Well, I'll give you call you then." winked Potter, giving one last squeeze to his hand before he released them, and entered the meeting room closing the door behind him, leaving Draco outside, speechless.
——
Later that night, he was spending his time reading theories from the textbook when his phone went off. He quickly put down the material, and grabbed his phone to see an unsaved number was displayed on the screen. He picked up with a careful, "Hello, Draco Malfoy speaking."
"Hey, cutie."
Draco promptly snorted, he already knew who it was. "Hello, Potter. I'm assuming you've already found free time to study?"
He heard a light chuckle from Potter, "Of course. I always have time for a cutie like you."
Draco rolled his eyes, holding the phone with one hand as he studied his nails. "May I know when that is, then?"
Potter laughed, "Cheeky, I like that. Well, this Saturday. At my house.
"Saturday, at your house?" parroted Draco, with a raised brow. "Must it really be at your house?"
Not that he minded, but he'd prefer a library over someone's house. There was much to be read at the library, much can be done.
He, however, could hear Potter pulling out a smirk over the phone. "Scared, Malfoy?"
Draco literally scoffed out loud. "I am certainly not. I was just thinking, maybe there’s other places we could go. Like, a library, for example."
"Nope." said Potter with a finality. "I can only study at my house."
Draco suppressed the urge to produce an irritated sound. This person was apparently the hardest one to deal with. His other students usually went with what he suggested. "Well, as long as we can do our tutor session."
"I will send you my address then." said Potter, and promptly ended the call, leaving Draco staring at his phone incredulously. Not a second later, his phone chimed indicating a new message came in. He opened to see it was Potter's address.
To: Potter
Thank you. See you on Saturday.
From: Potter
Can’t wait for it. Good night, sweetheart.
Draco frowned at that.
To: Potter
You too.
——
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Merlin's beard, but the sight of the Crown Prince of Akielos managed to make Draco’s jaw hung loose; he can't help but gaped in an unattractive way, far from his aristocratic mannerism. Damianos was a big, strong man with broad shoulders, and a muscular body that Draco was certain they were not only for display. He just knows this man possessed inhuman strength. Salazar, just look at those thighs!Â
Draco dragged his eyes hungrily all over the exposed olive skin. It was not his fault for taking advantage when the man was literally wearing a drape of cloth to cover his body. A chiton, was what Laurent has told him earlier.
Speaking of the said man, Draco immediately turned his head to the left, unfazed when he received a venomous glare from the beautiful pair of blue eyes. Instead, he gave the man a sly grin of his own; pleased that he managed to rile up the cold-blooded beauty. Even so, if he must say, the golden haired Prince was actually a pleasant company to be with - once they have managed to put their differences behind, that is. Not that they were any to begin with, it was rather gratifying to know that they were alike in many aspects.
"Hit a nerve?" asked Draco.Â
"I'd rather not having you devour him with your eyes." answered Laurent coolly.
Draco can't help it, he laughed. "Ah, but you see, I don't mind if he wants to maul me. I am sure he's a beast in bed."
"Draco." Laurent warned.
"Laurent." said Draco, amused.
He would like to tease more, but the Crown Prince and his troops have already stopped right in front of them and Draco immediately put up his own Malfoy mask; back straightened up to make him taller, chin lifted to show his long pale neck, face devoid of emotions at the same time he made sure that he looked approachable yet reserved.
He stood next to Laurent, observed as Damianos greeted King Aleron and Crown Prince Auguste with warmth and politeness. They talked, and shared a few smiles and hugs before the man move and stand in front of Laurent with an easy grin and Draco has to suppressed an excited grin from forming.
"My Prince." Damianos greeted, bowing down as he took Laurent's hand in his and kiss his knuckles softly.
Draco discreetly sneaked a hand to clutch on Laurent's free hand, squeezing the life out of him to show his excitement and almost giggles when he received an equally strong squeeze back.
"Damianos." said Laurent, aloof. Draco would rolled his eyes if not for the mask he has put on. This man was just as bad as he was when it comes to the man they harboured feelings with. Alas, at least Laurent was betrothed to the man he was in love with, while Draco? Not even a recognition was received on his part.
He casted down his eyes to calm down, forcing out the grief that was creeping in his heart. It was ridiculous, but he really miss him. As pathetic as it sounds.Â
When he dragged his eyes back up, he almost yelped in surprise to see the brown eyes of the Crown Prince was already bore to him. He covered it up by offering a polite smile and a small bow of his head.
Damianos blinked, running his eyes up to Draco’s hair down to his Veretian shoes and up to meet his eyes before he changed his gaze to Laurent, appraising him with the same manner. He formed a small frown as his eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, as if not sure as how to comprehend the situation. It took a few moments when Damianos settled on Laurent, tilting his head a bit as he asked; "Your… pet?"
Draco narrowed his eyes in an instant, noticed how Laurent's corner lips quirk up to form a smirk from his peripheral view. He pressed his lips together, holding back as not to hex this enormous man in front of him to the next Sunday. How dare he equated Draco with a slave? Unforgivable.
"How eloquent." said Draco, words burst out his mouth before he can even stopped it. Laurent was openly smirking now, apparently entertained to see the astonishment look upon Damianos' face.
"He is a distant cousin of mine." said Laurent, easily. "Draco of Vere."
"D-Draco?" Damianos took a step back, as if he was slapped and Draco shared a look with Laurent.Â
"Are you by any chance, Draco Malfoy?" asked Damianos, nonplussed.Â
Draco immediately perk up at that, as he unconsciously took a step forward to matched Damianos. "How in Merlin's beard did you know my name?"Â
Aristocratic mannerisms put aside, but apart from Laurent, no one knows that he was accidentally travelled to another universe. Therefore, how?
Damianos eyes widened with a wonderment before he abruptly turned around and waved his hand up as he called, "Nikandros!"
Said man immediately nodded in understatement when Damianos gave him a signal, and pointed out to far down their troops. Damianos grinned, turning back to them only to grabbed Draco’s hand and pulled him forward.Â
Draco yelped, other hand automatically grasped on Laurent's finger to drag him along.
Damianos lead them to their troops, much to everyone's confusion but he marched forward in determination and his men quickly parted their way when they got closer. The ruckus was loud enough to catch the attention of a man who currently engrossed in the foreign view of Arles, and Draco gasped, heart pounding hard against his ribcage because right there; with his unmistakable lighting scar and green eyes, complete with his own chiton,
Was Harry Potter himself.
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Honestly, I have never read Captive Prince but I can't help but saw the resemblance. I just need a crossover? lmao cheers x
“Harry, our engagement party literally just ended. Surely you’ve got better question than that?” Draco gives Harry the stare; the one that Harry can always interpret as him being an idiot.
Harry sniffs, a treat that he learned from Draco and gives the other man a dirty look. “Yes, well, I’d never thought that I have to marry you someday. It’s a little bizarre to me.”
Draco snorts, rolling his stockings off his feet and throws them at Harry who yelp in disgust. “If it’s a little bizarre for you, why did you agreed with it at the first place?”
“Well, because it’s you?”
Draco stops his hand from unzipping his trousers to give Harry the second stare and perhaps Harry should’ve stopped his mouth from speaking or he’ll meet his death sooner than he thought.
“Are you saying that I’m easy, Harry Potter?”
Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
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She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
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Catching back my work on the gems. I know, I know most of you have been waiting for ages, and I’ve been giving you empty words but bear with me, darlings!! Wish me all the best lmao, I really want to finish this!
“-for Merlin’s sake, Draco,” sighed Harry, for what it felt like a millionth times. He rubbed his temple gently as he closed his eyes. “At least no one died.”
Harry promptly mentally grimaced as soon as he said those words, as he can literally feel the death glare that was given to him by the furious white-blond haired man that was currently sitting next to him.
Harry merely sighed softly because he just knew what Draco would say next. He peeked an eye open and stifled a smile when Draco did just what he had predicted; he shifted on his spot, changing the demeanour of his body to what Harry knew that the other man was trying to copy him, even to the way he was speaking.
“Oh Ginny, I am so sorry but apparently I can’t marry you because I was accidentally married to Malfoy. No! This has nothing to do with Malfoy, it was because I was too stupid to touch a forbidden wedding ring! Is that it?!”
Harry couldn’t help it. He laughed.
“This is a serious matter, Potter!”
He couldn’t avoid the attack when Draco slapped his shoulder, and laughter quickly turned into a groan. “That’s hurtful!”
“Be serious!”
“But I’m Harry!”
A growl. “I swear to Salazar, one more joke about your Godfather and I will-”
“You can’t divorce me, husband.” grinned Harry, “We’re married for life now.”
“Please don’t say that,” sighed Draco, looking too defeated all of a sudden. “Don’t you worry about what will happen if we couldn’t find a way to fix this mess? You don’t want to be bound to me forever, Harry. What would Ginerva feel about this?”
Harry observed the way the other man’s eyes locked to the cursed ring that was firmly coiled around his wedding finger. The gold band that was decorated with ruby stones, looked forbidden yet beautiful around those pale fingers. Unconsciously, his thumb reached out to feel the band that somehow felt heavy around his finger. He didn’t need to look at his finger to know that the ring around his finger matched perfectly with Draco’s.
“Do you regret it?” asked Harry, softly.
“Regret it?” Draco turned to him and scowled. “I just ruined your life, and you asked me if I regret it?”
“You didn’t ruin my life, Draco. I did this remember? You’ve warned me not to get close but I didn’t listen. You’ve warned me not to pick up the ring but I did the exact opposite.”
Draco’s face scrunched in a very unattractive way, bringing his eyes forward just to stare at nothing at particular before he sighed, “I just- I don’t know what to do. I- I always know what I’m going to do but this… it was a very old magic, Harry. Old Pureblood’s traditions to ensure that no separation is going to happen once being tied to one another.”
Harry shrugged, “Well, at least it was me that you’re being tied to, right? I mean, imagine if you’re accidentally married to Robart- for example, you’ll die!”
“Don’t be an imbecile, Harry.” said Draco, but Harry could see the upcoming smile forming around his pinkish lips. “I’d rather died than being married to Robart.”
“Then I am your best choice,” announced Harry, grinning up to Draco in what way he’d hoped will convince the other man. Alas, the furrows between Draco’s brows haven’t lessened.
“You’re engaged, Harry.” said Draco.
“Honestly,” scoffed Harry, getting tired all of a sudden by the worthless conversation. “Even if it was an accidental one, why do you think the curse didn’t reject our marriage? You said I’m engaged. If I truly were, the curse would have rejected it because my feelings were already bound to someone else! You said it yourself, months ago, these types of marriage bonds only worked for people who had feelings for each other!”
The way Draco turned to him so fast was almost alarmingly concerning, but he had paid no attention to that. He’d just hoped that the other man would get the words that he had spoken get into his thick head.
“You’re- what?!”
“I’ve never been engaged to anyone, Draco.” huffed Harry. “That was just media bait and you believed it yourself instead of asking me yourself. That was your own fault.”
He took a side glance to Draco, who had his jaw hung open, staring at Harry in disbelief. After a few moments, Draco seemingly snapped out of himself, and shook his head despite the obvious pinky dust crawling from his face down to his neck. Looked like he managed to interpret Harry’s words.
“But still!” said Draco, albeit too loudly and Harry just had to pursed his lips together in a slight annoyance as he knew the man wanted to have the last words. “This is marriage, Potter!”
“As you said for the hundredth time,” agreed Harry, “But will it change the fact that we’ll stay married forever?”
Draco opened his mouth, before he closed it back with a slumped shoulder. “No.”
“Good,” approved Harry, watching his husband now with amusement as the man tiredly rubbed his eyes, clearly looking worn out with the whole situation. “Come on, newly bonded couples need close contact to satisfy the bond.”
“How do you even know about that?”
“Just because I looked stupid, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” he raised a brow.
“Didn’t say you were stupid.”
Harry rolled his eyes, but beckoned the man closer. “Come on, you’re bond touch deprived.”
Draco scrunched his nose, but slowly moved closer to Harry awkwardly, face dusted with bright pink. Harry grabbed his hands, and guided them to his waist as he circled his arms around Draco’s shoulder, gently palming his head and made them rest against his chest.
“What are we doing?”
“Hugging.”
Draco hummed, making himself comfortable and gave a quiet pleased sigh, “This feels nice.”
Harry chuckled, one hand caressing the soft strands of hairs while the other rubbing his husband’s back gently. He could feel the bond’s magic thrumming around them.
The bond was satisfied.
Harry carefully rested his head against Draco’s, allowing a triumphant smirk decorating his face when he knew the white-blond haired couldn’t see his expression.
Draco doesn’t need to know that the rings were actually just ordinary rings. Draco also doesn’t need to know that there was no Old Pureblood tradition involved.
