#drarrycute

{drarry-fangirl}

“A ball?”

“What?”

Whispers break out around the great hall, heads turning around to friends, shocked but pleased expressions on their faces.

Hermione turnes to Ron and Harry, a gleam in her eyes.

She says, stern, “great, another way to distract us from studying,” but her eyes tell a different story.

Harry smiles alongside of her, but his head is reeling.

“Do we have to bring someone?” He asks, worried.

“No,” says Hermione, rolling her eyes. “But you should really start living your life, Harry. Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you can’t live your life.”

Harry had told Ron and Hermione that he was gay as soon as he had realised himself, a couple months after the end of the war. They had been incredibly supportive of him, together with Ginny, whom Harry had told after breaking up with her.

“Nah, I don’t really feel like bringing anyone,” Harry says, his eyes landing on the Slytherin table where a familiar blonde is whispering frantically with the brunette girl beside him.

As if Draco senses that someone is watching him, he turns, his grey eyes meeting Harry’s. He smiles shyly, and looks away.

Harry’s heart is beating frantically in his chest, so loud that he almost can’t hear it when Ron speaks.

“Well, I’m not going to mess this up now.” He sighs. “Hermione, will you go with me?”

Hermione nods, happy.

Harry smiles as his two best friends kiss, and wonders how long it will take for himself to have something as special as that.

A few days later~

Hermione sneaks out, looking around to see if Harry’s looking. Fortunately he isn’t, too concentrated in his chess game with Ron.

She smiles. This is going to be amazing.

As she makes her way to the dungeons, she replays in her mind that day in the great hall, when the ball was announced.

She remembers Harry looking over at the Slytherin table, his eyes glowing with lust and love. She shakes her head, wondering how oblivious he must be for not realising his feelings for a certain blonde Slytherin.

“Hey.” A voice calls from the darkness.

All of a sudden, Pansy comes out of the shadows, smiling.

“Hey.” Hermione says.

“We have got to do something about those two. It’s getting really annoying and obsessive.”

Hermione agrees.

“So what are we going to do?”

After half an hour, they finish planning, and leave, making their ways to their common rooms.

Harry fidgets.

He doesn’t even know why he’s so nervous, but his palms are sweaty and he feels his heart in his throat.

Du-ddum.

With his hands, he smooths his emerald green robes that Hermione picked out for him.

Du-ddum.

He reaches slowly for the handle.

Du-ddum.

He hears rapid steps approaching from behind him and turns the handle.

Why is he so nervous?

Du-ddum, goes his heart.

He flings the door open, and stands there as his eyes take in the setting.

Dark blue lights mix with silver ones, bouncing off of the walls. From the windows, the moonlight shines faintly.

Students roam the Great Hall, hand in hand. Some sit on the round tables, chatting and drinking.

Suddenly, everyone stops.

Faces turn towards him, and Harry stares back, confused. He looks down at his outfit, panicking.

Did I miss a button or something?

He checks.

But he didn’t.

He smoothies down his hair, conscious and somewhat uncomfortable.

But now everyone is looking at someone else. Right beside him.

So Harry turns, and looks at the blonde standing beside him.

They look at each other, horrified, as they realise they are wearing matching clothes.

And Harry thinks his heart might explode.

(Part 1)