#dramatic draco

Year after year, since St. Mungus started this nonsense to raise funds, Potter had been their ultimate prize.

Was Draco slightly annoyed that no one ever thought of asking him to at least participate in the auction? Yes.

Was his ego soothed when, every year, he received an invite to host the event, highlighting his excellent diction, flawless manners, and all-around impeccable style? Also yes.

(And if, in a crevice of his mind, he wanted to be part of the event as one of the auctioned dates so that he could reason with himself that he was finally fully accepted, that his past mistakes were indeed in the past, he wouldn’t tell a soul. In the same way, he never mentioned to anyone how his annoyance with Potter and his status was less about any type of special treatment given to him, and more about the fear that once again, their society was using the Chosen One as a prop, something they could take and break apart to the greater good.)

What annoyed him the most about the entire event was that Potter would, year after year, stand there on the makeshift stage and answer every one of Draco’s answers with this infuriating smirk on his face while saying completely inane things!

At first, Draco’s questions were logical and sensible:

“Where would you take your date?”

“I heard you enjoy that new, small bistro in Hogsmeade.”

“What’s the perfect date in your opinion?”

“I am not sure. What’s your perfect date?”

“Friday the thirteenth,” Draco blurted out.

Considering that Potter was clearly making fun of him, Draco upped his game:

“Would you wed your date?”

“Only if it was you.”

“Will you make your date dye their hair red like she-weasel”

“I like your blond locks. Also, there is probably a bat-bogey hex incoming”

There was.

In the last few years, Draco had just given up:

“Do you think there is life after death?”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“Potter, tell all your fans, did you and Krum ever do the deed?”

“Is this a fantasy of yours?”

Now, this year, Draco has decided to skip the question parts altogether. Everyone knew what would happen: Potter would give some idiotic answers, and then Madam Poppy Pomfrey would bid the highest.

Draco was pretty sure that it was all a deal between her and Harry: she would use his money, and then he would spend a day gallivanting around Hogwarts and spending time with the healer without, for once, being a patient in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing.

Clever, very clever of them.

So, when they finally reached Potter’s time, Draco said:

“You all know who our last bachelor is. Known for having a rat’s nest instead of hair, his subpar sense of humour, and the worst paparazzi photos known to man, your one and only, Harry Potter.”

Not surprisingly, everyone clapped as Potter stepped onto the stage.

“Now, it is our tenth edition, and I think we can all agree that there’s nothing more to know about Potter. I propose we skip the questions’ part, as well as the auctioning in itself, and let Madame Pomfrey give the usual 1000 galleons for Potter's hand.”

As everyone prepared to agree with Draco, Potter moved closer to where he was standing. Turning in the direction of the audience, but close enough that he could almost touch him, Potter then suggested:

“Since we are changing the rules, I would like to propose the following: I will pay twice what Madame Pomfrey was going to pay, but I want to go on a date with someone else”.

Everyone gasped and looked in the direction of the known healer, who was smirking, eyes shining with meschiouveness.

“All the other bachelors were already auctioned, Potter,” Draco warns. Is this moron trying to create chaos? he asks himself. Is he never satisfied with a dull, boring life?

“Oh, I see a free, single, interesting bachelor right in front of me.”

More gasps from the audience as Draco looks around, trying to figure out who Potter was mentioning.

Now, Draco is a clever man. Please, don’t think poorly of him. But he has also made some pretty bad choices, atoned for them, but has not quite learnt how to forgive himself.

Potter moves closer, quickly puts on a muffiliato charm, as says quietly:

“I don’t want to pressure you into going out with me if you don’t want to. But it has been said to me that, despite my best efforts when answering your questions, it’s better if I come clean and clearly state I am interested in you.”

Draco stares at him for a few seconds, and then blurts:

“You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough. I am aware that every year you accept hosting this event despite still receiving threats weekly. I know that you also suggest that they ask other people to be the Golden Bachelor.”

“That’s because I don’t think you deserve it,” Draco fires quickly.

“To be used again?” There’s a genuine smile on Potter’s face. “You know that you kinda ramble when you’re drunk, and we do have friends in common. I may not know you as well as I want, but I want to rectify that. You see me as a human, and I like that.”

“You could have aske-” Potter interrupts him.

“I could but, for once, I wanted to have an audience. A quick and clear way to ensure you that this is not a secret or a joke. I truly do want to get to know you better. Will you accept my offer?”

And Draco, who has spent the last few years staying away from everything he thought was out of reach, who will always be a bit suspicious, always testing the limits, softly replies:

“Only if you pay thrice the usual value”.

“Bloody hell Draco why’s you do that this could’ve gotten in my eye”

“What happened to your face?” He’d be coming closer to your face and try to touch it before you slapped his hand away. “It’s called a face mask, it makes your skin softer, and don’t touch it you ferret.”

“I’ve told you to stop bringing up the ferret thing.” He’d put the toilet seat down as he’d watch you apply it. “Are you just going to sit there and watch me,” you’d smirk and look at him. He’d hum in response as he watched you cover the rest of your face in the green substance.

Once you were done you’d sit down on the side of the bathtub having to slightly look up at him. His face would scrunch up in confusion as he’d ask, “Aren’t you going to wash it off” You’d explain to him how you’d have to wait for it to dry a bit and then wash it off with water.

Once you’d go back to the sink to wash it off he’d go on the side of you and continue to talk about how they were so close to catching that group today and a door just disappeared. “Draco maybe the door disappeared for a reason, maybe it doesn’t want you in the room” You didn’t get invited to the club or whatever it was they had to do in secret for obvious reasons but you did know it had to be important to risk getting caught by Umbridge. “Obviously I’m not supposed to be there, that’s why I’m trying to get them caught.

Once it was all rinsed off you’d ask him how you look and he’d respond with a small, “beautiful” as he leaned in to kiss you.

When he pulled away he would ask, “Could you do one on me?”

“You want to do one, you were the same one who came in screaming like a girl.” “I wasn’t screaming like a girl, is it my fault I was scared my girlfriend turned into some kind of monster,” he’d reason in a whiny voice. “Alright fine but I’ll bring a different one since you don’t want to look like a monster,” you’d scoff in a joking way as you kissed his nose and he’d pretended he didn’t like it when he was really dying inside.

In a good way

+.*☆ A week later ☆*.+

You and Draco agreed to meet up in his dorm and do the face mask there in his bathroom. You decided to bring a charcoal face mask because they were always your favorite.

Now you were in his bathroom as he looked at it “And this is going to make my skin look nice, right,” he looked at you skeptically. You rolled your eyes, “Yes Draco, but first let’s put your hair up, you don’t want to have to bleach it again.”

“I do not bleach my hair,” he lied trying to look in all places except the direction of you eyes. “Hair bleach has a smell, and you carry that smell once a week every month.”

He blushed out of embarrassment as you took out a red hair band and pushed his hair away. “It’s alright I think you look handsome even if you do bleach your hair and will eventually have a receding hairline,” you joked.

His eyes widened as you started to apply the face mask. He jumped like a cat that had gotten thrown in water “Bloody hell, you never told me it was this cold.”

You gave him an unimpressed look, “It’s barely that cold, look I’ll do it too if you’re that scared.” You were halfway done with your face when he finally allowed you to continue. “Yea Theo’s been bloody hung up on that Hufflepuff, it’s embarrassing really” 

“I think it’s sweet don’t be such a prick, your acting as if before you asked me to the ball you tried to be around me 24/7″ He quickly respond back, “I didn’t try to be around you all the time, you were just simply hung up on my charms and who was I to deny you anything.”

You’d laugh at the amount of confidence he had even if it was a joke as Theo and Blaise opened the door to the bathroom. They were met with the sight of half of your face painted with a face mask and you in the process of completing Draco’s.

“What are you doing,” Theo spoke on the verge of laughing. “It’s called a face mask you twit, go talk to your Hufflepuff,” the pale boy scowled in front of you not looking the least big intimidating while doing skin care with his girlfriend

“Mate you’re not scaring us, C’mon Theo let’s leave them to their “face mask.” Blaise and Theo laughed as they left the room. “It’s alright love, they’re laughing now but their faces are going to be filled with white heads and yours isn’t”

“They’re going to still make fun of me, you know that,” he said sadly. His ego was pretty big but it was so easy to make him insecure even if he did try to cover it.

“I didn’t want to tell you this because I wasn’t even supposed to know but, Blaise has his eyes set on a certain Ravenclaw by the name of Luna Lovegood.”

“Loony, Blaise fancies loony, that’s brilliant,” he laughed as you hit his shoulder. “Her name is Luna and she’s lovely”

“Fine”

+.*☆ Getting it off ☆*.+

You had just finished up your mask when all of a sudden when Draco started to panic, “Why does my face feel like this” “It’s stuck” “Godric y/n you’ve killed me” “I thought I was a great boyfriend” At this point you were laughing at his actual distressed face, you grabbed onto his shoulders, “It’s supposed to feel like that, It’s a peel off face mask,” you explained as his eyes just got wider.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, you din’t tell me I had to peel of my SKIN” For someone so smart how could he be so dumb. “No, no, no, you peel the mask off, I could just get a towel and you could wipe it off,” you reasoned trying to calm down the panicked boy in front of you.

“Oh, alright, I’ll just peel it off then, that’s what you’re doing” “Good,” you smiled happily at the fact that you got his dramatics under control.

You started to peel your mask off first as you let out a Shh in a hiss of pain. “Di-did you just Shh,” he imitated the sound you made. “I thought it wasn’t going to hurt,” he said in a high pitched tone.

“Well it only hurts a bit really, you get used to it” 

Once it was his turn he made you hold his hand. “Are you ready-” “Why do I need to be ready? It’s you who has the mask,” you interjected.” “Ready to get charged with the murder of Draco Lucious Malfoy, fifth year student, smartest kid in his year if Granger would shut it sometimes,” he continued sounding as if he wasn’t giving a speech at his own funeral. You sighed, “Yes Draco I’m ready.” He let go of your hand and took the mask off with both of his hands.

In one peel 

You smiled, “was that so hard?” 

He started to look at his face from all angles seeing how much better it looked. “You made it seem a lot more scary than it was” You snorted as you kissed his cheek watching him blush again.

He grinned as he spoke,“We should do it again.

“I’ll bring the green one”

“No, I don’t want to look like a monster”

“Draco it’s really not that bad,” you reasoned as he continued-

“So you fail in killing me once, so you try it again-”

+.*☆ The end ☆*.+