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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀:-

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Harry works as a streamer. Draco is a famous singer who likes to enter Harry's livestream and flirt with him; Harry is constantly flustered, but because Draco only will do this to Harry, fans began to ship them... Not knowing that they were already together.

What happens when Draco enters Harry's stream by accident, not realizing he was streaming? The fans go wild.

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𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 

(𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩)

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[First of all, thanks so much for my first request! I hope that this is okay! I wanted it to be perfect but am also excited to get myself out there so it’s been checked a couple of times but isn’t perfect! Enjoy! :) ]

As soon as Harry came to his senses, he knew where he was without even opening his eyes. The hospital. St Mungo’s to be exact, if the familiar rough voice was anything to go by. 

“-think that after all of this time, he would be a bit more bloody careful.” The woman was muttering. Nurse Blackburn was mumbling angrily to herself as she roughly tucked Harry into the hospital bed. With the harsh movement, Harry’s body jolted and he was able to feel his injuries. It didn’t feel too serious, maybe a minor concussion and some damage to his neck, which was extremely sore and fragile. 

“I can hear you.” Harry mumbled, voice coming out quiet and raspy but Nurse Blackburn heard him and tutted, seemingly uncaring that she was hurting the saviour of the wizarding world.  To her, Harry was just another annoying auror with no common sense. Just how he liked it.

“Well, maybe try actually listening this time. Honestly, Mr Potter, you would think tha-“ But she was cut off by the door opening. Harry forced his eyes open and almost immediately sat up in bed at the sight of Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, a sheepish grin on his face.

“Nurse Blackburn, you are looking wonderful today.” He greeted easily. The grumpy woman’s demeanour shifted entirely as she straightened up slightly and grinned at Draco, revealing slightly yellowed teeth with lipstick stains on them. Draco fought his hardest not to stare at them, as he always did.

“Oh, Healer Malfoy.” The woman said, flushing slightly as the tall blonde stepped into the room and held a takeaway cup out to her, which she eagerly took. “Oh! What’s this for?” The nurse was easily in her 60s but was now blushing like a teen.

“Well, I know that you had an early shift today so thought that you could do with a coffee. Well, it’s a cappuccino with two sugars in it. If it’s not sweet enough then I’m sure your presence alone will be sweet enough.” He said smiling innocently at her. On his first day at St Mungo’s, his mentor had sat him down and spoken to Draco about his past. He had seen the good in Draco but knew that others wouldn’t so easily so had advised him to find the meanest person in the place and stick with them. Draco had done so and ended up with Nurse Blackburn. Whilst she was still stern and horrible and no longer even worked on the same floor as him, she was now seemingly in love with Draco, who was always finding ways to bribe her with treats of various kinds. 

When nurses or other healers had wronged Draco, she would immediately been there to defend him. And no one messed with Nurse Blackburn. What she lacked in height, she made up for in temper. Her hair was blonde, short and always in corkscrew curls that she never seemed to brush and sometimes still had small rollers still in. She always wore red lipstick that smudged around her mouth and in her teeth. She had been Ravenclaw in school and showed it by wearing dark blue messy eyeshadow and usually wore long skirts with muggle trainers. She was certainly a sight to behold.

“Oh, come here!” She cooed, waddling her way over to Draco and wrapping a chubby freckled arm around Draco’s neck, pulling the blonde down to place a sticky kiss on his cheek. He caught Harry’s eye as he did so, finally getting a look at the patient and only just managed to stop his eyes from widening in response. Before he could do anything, Nurse Blackburn pulled away with a loud smacking noise of her lips and left the room, cooing about how sweet Draco was. Clearly going to show off to the other nurses about her treat for the day.

“Potter…” Draco greeted unsurely as he approached Harry’s bed. Harry, who did not have the same ability to hide his emotions like Draco did, and was openly staring with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “I see you have Nurse Blackburn.” He observed, hoping to pull Harry from his shocked state. It worked and the ex Gryffindor blinked and shook his head slightly before his brows furrowed as he really looked at Draco.

“Malfoy… What are you doing here?” He asked, wincing at the look that Draco gave him. It was a look that clearly questioned just how smart Harry was, and Harry realised how silly that question had been. “I mean.. You’re… You’re a healer?” He received another look but thankfully, Malfoy seemed to humour him and nodded his head.

“Yes, I’ve been working at Mungo’s for almost two years now.” He nodded. “I work in the children’s ward though. I expect you’re a regular here.” He smirked, raising a brow, although there was no malice behind his words. He was merely teasing Harry.

Harry’s brows raised so high that it appeared for a moment that they were vanish into his hairline. Even he could see that Malfoy was only teasing and was unsure of how to react to it. “Well, I… I knew that I was with Nurse Blackburn here as soon as I came to because I recognised her voice.” Harry admitted with a nervous chuckle, staring in disbelief as a smile broke onto Draco’s face whilst he chuckled openly. His smile wasn’t a huge one but it was real and warm. Harry had never seen his face like that before. 

“Ah, yes. The voice of someone who spent 30 years of her life screaming at various different husbands, children and strangers. Oh, and not to forget, someone who smokes about 60 packets of cigarettes a day. Charming woman.” He chuckled, moving to the end of Harry’s bed and picking up his chart. He shouldn’t, really, but he was sure that no one would notice and Potter didn’t seem to mind. He read the chart and winced slightly. “Looks like you had a bit of a nasty fall, Potter. Auror training?” He guessed. He had read about how difficult the training could be and how even when you became an aurora, it was still something that you would have to do daily.

“I guess so. I, uh, I don’t really remember.” He admitted with a shrug and then a slight wince. He watched as Draco put his chart down and then approached his bed, reaching behind him. “Wh-what are you doing?” He stuttered but relaxed slightly as Draco merely began to rearrange the pillows behind him. Harry leaned back and breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that he now had the proper support, thanks to the pillows. “Oh…” He breathed before clearing his throat and grinning sheepishly at Draco. “Thank you, Malfoy.”

drarry one shot based on this song

Hope you guys like itttt :))

The music blared as Harry walked around, the bass shaking him to the core. It did nothing to help his raging headache he had gotten from the stupid argument with Draco. They weren’t even in a relationship, not for Harry’s lack of trying, and they were already arguing like they were.

Harry knocked on Draco’s door of his flat in muggle London. When the door opened and Draco appeared, he looked disheveled and surprised to see Harry. He quickly went out and closed the door.

“What are you doing here, Harry?” Draco asked, looking behind his back.

“Well I don’t want to be alone tonight and I was thinking that maybe we could.. spend time together?”

Draco scoffed, “Harry, you can say fuck. You want to fuck tonight.”

Harry blushed bright red, but nodded, “Yeah.. Uhm yeah, I do.”

Draco’s eyes flashed with disappointment but it quickly faded away and the cold and blank mask appeared in its place, “I’m busy. Sorry I can’t always be available to be your fucktoy.”

“Draco, you know damn well you’re not my fucktoy. If anything, I’m yours. I tried to start an actual relationship with you and you said no.” Harry replied, voice rising a little bit.

“Of course I fucking said no, Harry.” Draco responded, voice blank of emotion.

“Why? Why did you fucking say no, Draco? Am I not good enough for you? Is there something wrong with me? Tell me, Draco!” Harry lost his temper, something that tends to happen a lot when he’s around Draco.

As Draco opened his mouth, the door opened and out came Theo Nott. Fucking Theo Nott with a towel wrapped around his stupid waist. Harry looked at Theo in surprise and then looked at Draco who had a tiny smirk on his face. Harry didn’t know what to say.

“You... You said we couldn’t fuck anyone else. You were the one that wanted to fucking make sure that we weren’t fucking anyone else. Are you fucking kidding me, Draco? Are you serious? I tell you I’m in fucking love with you because I’m pretty sure you were in love with me too and your fucking response is to go fuck Theo? All I needed was a simple “I’m not in love with you, Harry.” Not this. Fuck you.” Harry’s voice cracked on the last word, tears gathering in his eyes. He shook his head, turned around and walked away.

“HARRY! HARRY! Wait!” A voice called out. Harry didn’t stop. He just apparated to the gay club he first saw Draco at. Why? he didn’t know.

Harry shook his head and snapped out of the memory. He went to the bar and ordered himself 5 tequila shots. When the bartender gave it to him, he drank them in quick succession, trying to forget about Draco. He didn’t even want to fucking go out tonight, he just wants to forget about Draco. He ordered two more shots, the others sitting warmly in his belly. He drank those as quick as he could and he felt the effects starting just a bit.

Now that he had a bit of liquid courage, he went out to the dance floor and started dancing, moving his body to the beat of the song. Someone came up right in front of him and started grinding on him. Harry put his hands on the guys slim waist and pulled him against himself harder. He looked up at the ceiling. Dammit Draco, look at what you’re making me do, drinking to forget you and dancing with a fucking stranger.

He focused back on the guy who had turned himself around and started rubbing himself on Harry. The guys blonde hair stood out as a contrast to Harry’s skin. The tequila finally took effect and Harry found himself kissing the guy hard and rough. The guy started pulling Harry towards the exit of the club.

“What’s your name?” Harry yelled over the music.

The guy gave him a smile, “Jaxon.”

“I’m Harry.” Jaxon nodded, turning away.

Harry mouthed his name, testing it out on his tongue. It didn’t taste as good as Draco.

They got outside, the cold breeze making Harry feel better after the hot air inside the club. They went into an alleyway right next to the club. Jaxon smashed his lips on Harry’s and kissed. Harry kissed back just as rough, trying to get someone else’s lips out of his memory. Harry slammed Jaxon back against the wall and began kissing his neck while rutting himself against Jaxon.

Jaxon moaned and went to unbutton Harry’s pants. That’s when Harry snapped out of it. He may not be particularly fond of Draco at the moment, but he’s still in love with him. He stopped Jaxon’s hand and pulled himself away.

“I can’t. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” Harry said, sitting down, back towards the alley wall.

Jaxon slid down the wall, “Yeah, I could tell. Who’s the person?”

Harry smiled a bit, “Draco. I’ve known him since I was 11. But we never really got along until about six months ago when I saw him again at this exact club.”

“Ah, so you’re in love with him huh?” Jaxon asked, with a knowing tone.

Harry sighed, “Yeah but he’s not in love with me. You see after we saw each other again, we started this fuckbuddies thing but then I fell in love with him, or well finally realized that I was. He said that we could only fuck each other and nobody else and that he didn’t want to be hearing about me fucking other people.

But when I told him I’m in love with him, he kind of just pretended he didn’t hear me and I just pretended I never said it. But then today I was at his house and he was acting weird because when I knocked on the door, he came out and closed the door. Then I found out it was because he had been fucking this other guy. And that guy came to the door and when I saw him, I just... I lost my temper.”

“How do you know they were fucking?” Jaxon asked.

“It was pretty fucking obvious. The guy came out with a towel around his waist. Draco was all disheveled.” Harry responded grumpily.

“I’m gonna take a guess and say they’re friends right?”

“... Yeah. They are.” Harry answered after a moments pause.

“Hmm.. So how do you know the guy wasn’t just there because he needed a place to shower?” Jax inquired.

“... Well I don’t. But I’m not stupid enough to assume that.” Harry said vehemently.

“It’s not stupid to assume that. This Draco guy seems like he’s into you. I sincerely doubt he would fuck that up by fucking another guy. Maybe you should ask him, instead of assuming that he’s fucking this other guy.” Jax said, with a slight smile on his face.

Harry stayed quiet and considered this for a moment. Then he nodded, “Yeah, maybe I should.”

“Alright well you should go do that. I would love to help you some more but the rest you gotta figure out yourself and I’m trying to get laid soo.. See you!” Jax laughed and stood.

Harry chuckled and waved his hand and Jax disappeared back into the club. Harry groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. Guess he’ll have to go to Draco and apologize.

As Harry was about to get up, a hand was offered to him, “Need some help, Harry?”

The voice was really fucking familiar, especially around his name. The voice had been screaming it for the past 6 months. Harry looked up and saw Draco. Harry looked at the hand and took it.

“Thank you.” He said quietly.

Draco nodded. It was quiet and awkward.

“Look, I—”

Harry, I—”

They laughed.

“You go first, Draco.” Harry compromised.

“Okay. Harry, Theo wasn’t there because we were fucking okay? I wanted you to think that because I wanted to hurt you.” Draco admitted.

“Why though? Why did you want to hurt me?” Harry asked, curious over the response.

“Because I didn’t want you to be in love with me. Not when you deserve way better than I could ever give you.” Draco said, his eyes drifting to the floor.

“Draco, I don’t want better. Not when I already think you’re the best I could ever have. I’m in love with you, Draco. Not with whatever’s better.” Harry responded, lifting his hands to grab Draco’s face and caress him.

Draco smiled, really brightly while blushing and Harry doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything as beautiful as that.

“Okay. I’m in love with you too. I always have been.” Draco said, biting his lip.

Harry grinned, “You’re fucking beautiful.” He gently kissed Draco’s lips and pulled back, “And I’m so in love with you.”

They kissed again.

“Harry, lets go.” Draco said, eyes bright with arousal.

Harry nodded and before they apparated, said, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over you, even if I am dancing with a gorgeous stranger.”

Draco’s eyes flashed with jealousy, “You’re not going to be dancing with anybody else except me. I promise you that.”

Harry grinned, “I’m okay with that.”

ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴀᴜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ɪs ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs (ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ"ᴛ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴅᴏᴇs) ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɪɴ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴏɴ, ʜᴇʀᴍᴏɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴍsʏ, ʙʟᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ

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𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫: ꜰᴀᴍᴏᴜꜱ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ/ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ:- 

𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

(suggestion) maybe? 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 that reveals the relationship publicly.

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 (𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜)

𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭; 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐭𝐜 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 (𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 or maybe not) 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭ogether 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐳 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛efore 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 your 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐜𝐳 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐩𝐥ease 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡i𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞i𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩(𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝) 𝐛ecause 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞.𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞, or 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

Ok so I found this imagine thinggy or whatever you call it, I’ll put it at the top of this, and I decided to write a one-shot off of it and ya let’s get right into it 

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“I would like to welcome all of you back. After suffering such heartache, coming back as a community, as a school, will be beneficial for us all. I have a few announcements and then the feast will commence” Headmistress McGonagall states as she pulls out a roll of parchment and clears her throat before continuing “To all incoming first years and ruler-breakers with a death sentence, the forbidden forest is, of course, forbidden, off-limits and every other word for do not enter. To all incoming students who are re-doing their seventh year as now eighth years will have their own dormitories, as there is not enough room in each of your respective houses and there is not enough of you to make an effort to make space. Finally, to all third to seventh years, Hogsmeade is open to you all every other Saturday to go at your leisure. Eighth years can go at any moment, as long as they do not go in lieu of class. That is all. Dig in!” she raises her arms at her last statement and the tables filled with food and everyone does exactly what she says and eats with enthusiasm.  Harry reaches over Ron’s overflowing plate to grab a bit of chicken when his hand collides with a very pale one. He looks up and locks eyes with a very flustered Malfoy, who retracts his hand and mutters under his breath. Harry doesn’t question it and finishes grabbing what he needs and eats. For some reason, Malfoy doesn’t bring him any negative feelings towards him anymore. Not after what he did to help Him, Ron and Hermione and when his mum had saved him from actually being killed by Voldemort. Harry smiles to himself as he thinks about Malfoy, unaware of his two friends watching him.  “Do you reckon he’s thinking of a certain someone?” Ron whispers to Hermione “I don’t know Ron, maybe he’s interested in someone. I mean, we all know how torn up he was after Ginny broke up with him. Maybe he’s finally over it. God knows he needs it.”  Ron nods in agreement before finishing off his food. Finally, after the feast, the Eighth years are led to a weird tower next to the Divination class. “Now” McGonagall starts “this is to be your dormitory. You will be rooming with someone not from your house, as to get you used to being all one group rather than your separate houses. The pairings go as follows. Miss Granger and Miss Parkinson. Mr. Nott and Mr. Longbottom. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Zabini. Mr. Boot and Mr. Finnigan. Miss Pavarti Patil and Miss Padma Patil. Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Thomas. Mr. Corner and Mr. Goyle. And finally Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy.” Everyone gapes at the Headmistress, wondering if she was crazy for pairing them up with who they had been paired with. Little did they know that the sorting hat was the one who paired them together. Like the cup, McGonagall put all of their names in the hat and each perfect pair had come out one by one. Imagine her surprise when school rivals Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy came out as the perfect pair. 

“The password to get into the rooms is unique to each person. This portrait here” she gestures to the empty frame “will be filled by Sirius Black.” Harry lets out a small gasp. Why would she do this? He fills mixed emotions towards this. On one hand, he gets to see Sirius every day, but on the other, he will be reminded of the guilt he feels towards his death. He takes a deep breath and looks up to see the headmistress looking at him, waiting for him to collect himself before continuing. He gives her a small smile, which she takes as her cue to continue. “As I said, Sirius Black will take this portrait and he has specific demands that each person has a unique password to, and i quote, ‘spice up his dull life as an inanimate object’“ Most everyone chuckles at his words. Harry looks around and sees Malfoy looking down at his shoes, a vacant look on his face. Harry frowns and makes a note to find out what was wrong. After McGonagall finishes telling them how Sirius was coming in tomorrow and that he would have a small meeting with each one of them, she lets them in and gestures to a board with writing on it attached to the wall “here is all the room assignments. I will see you tomorrow to sort out your scedules. Good evening.” she walks out without another word, and they all swarm the board finding the room numbers and rushing off to find it, wondering what it looked like and such. As the crowd cleared, all who were left was Harry and Malfoy. Malfoy stayed still while Harry goes and finds which room they were assigned. Room 7. He gestures with his head for Malfoy to follow him and they walk off in silence to their room. Harry slowly twists the doorknob and walks into a spacious room. He looks around and is in complete awe. He doesn’t realize how ridiculous he looks until he hears someone scoff. He quickly turns on his heels to glare at Malfoy.  “What?” Malfoy says innocently “You look weird, haven’t you had a bedroom before” he laughs at his joke before walking over to his bed. Harry plops on his bed, seemingly in thought, causing Malfoy to worry a bit. He didn’t mean to be rude, but its potter. Why would he get upset over a teasing remark over not have a bedroom. He’s the bloody chose one, of course, he has a bedroom. Hell, his family probably put him on such a pedestal all of his life.  “I didn't” he hears Potter whisper, leaving him confused. Didn’t what? “Didn’t what Potter?” Malfoy asks, no trace of venom in his voice. Just curiosity. Harry looks up and locks eyes with Malfoy, tears in his eyes. “I didn’t have a bedroom okay. I didn’t have a bloody bedroom” Harry looks down again, feeling ashamed for having admitted that to Draco Malfoy of all people. Malfoy just continues to look confused. “What, did you have like a full house to yourself or something?” He asks  “No, it was more like a cupboard,” Harry says after a few moments of silence. Draco sits on his bed in just utter disbelief. Then, without really realizing, he walks over and drapes his arm over Harry’s, yes Harry’s, shoulders and pulls him into a hug as he starts to cry out of embarrassment and hurt at how his only true family treated him. And that’s when they became friends. 

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*a few months later* 

Draco walks up to the portrait reluctantly. Lately, Sirius had been changing his password to stupid things he would never dare to say in front of anyone. He had to eventually take to showing up either at the back of a group of people or by himself with no one around. Thankfully, this was one of those alone times. Harry had left the library early from their studying session instead of staying the full time, claiming he had to go do something. 

“paassswwooorrdd” Sirius dramatically says, causing Draco to roll his eyes  “Must we do this. You change it every time anyways” Draco says, causing Sirius to laugh. “Of course, dear cousin, I simply love our interactions. Now, password please” 

Draco just sighs before going down the neverending list he has accumulated from all the times Sirius has changed it. 

“I've got a wand up my arse,” he says with a sigh. Sirius giggles and shakes his head, awaiting the rest of them. In the end Draco is beyond irritated. “Merlin help me, why won't you just tell me what it is??”  “Fine, i will give you the new one. Harry Potter has the prettiest eyes” Draco’s eyes widen at this. Of course, he knows how pretty Harry’s eyes are, he just didn’t know a stupid PORTRAIT knew he knew. He gulps before speaking “I will say no such thing” Sirius makes a tsk-ing sound. “Now you very well do know how pretty Harry’s eyes are. Heard you talking about them in your room the other day” he said with a smirk, a blush covering his face. “That was private Sirius!” he exclaims, which proves only to make Sirius laugh. “Sorry kid, you gotta say it to get into the rooms. Rules are rules” 

Draco lets out a groan before finally saying “ Harry Potter has the prettiest eyes”  Sirius claps “see, was that so hard?” Draco just ignores him and pushes past him. Pretty soon, it's an everyday thing. Instead of accepting the whole group with one Password, he starts to make them all say theirs. Including Draco. So he stays to the back each and every time. It's on the 8th consecutive day in which he fully wishes he hadn’t come back to Hogwarts. “Password?” Sirius asks with a giggle, not looking Draco in the eyes but rather over his head, for whatever reason.  “Harry Potter has the prettiest eyes” “Nope” “I wish Harry Potter would snog me “While i know you want that and all, that is not the Password” Draco groans “Harry Potter is the Love of my life” Sirius smirks before leaving his portrait, not bothering to open it, leaving Draco very confused until he smells it.  “Draco?” Harry’s voice sounds out, his perfect scent of spices and grass filling his senses.  “yes, Harry?” Draco asks, turning around to face him, trying to look as if nothing was wrong.  “Why were saying all of that?” he asks curiously. Draco’s face gets beet red and before he can think his thoughts through he spits it all out. From when Sirius popped into the portrait he had in their room and heard him compliment Harry’s eyes to when he was just spouting one password after another. After he finishes, he hangs his head in embarrassment. His face getting more and more red as Harry starts to laugh. “Fine then Potter if you think it’s so funny, don't talk to me anymore.” Draco pries open the empty portrait and storms off to their room. How could he have been so stupid. Harry laughed at him. He was so stupid to think Har- Potter would ever share his feelings. As Draco fumed alone in the room he shared with Harry, Harry stayed frozen in his spot outside of the portrait. He wasn’t laughing at him at all, just at the situation. Because little did Draco know that Sirius was doing the same thing to Harry. Making him admit things like his growing crush on Draco and such, changing his passwords to say silly things like Draco had to. Harry quickly realizes something. Draco likes him? He rushes in, ignoring the calls of his friends, and heads to his room. He quickly opens the door to see an angry and pacing Draco. “Don’t come near me Potter. I don’t need to hear it” But Harry doesn’t listen. He just slowly closes the door, locks it, and sets up a silencing charm all wandlessly. “Potter what are you doing?” Harry continues to ignore him. He walks up to Draco, who walks backwards until his back hits the back wall. Harry reaches up and cups Draco’s cheek. “You know you can be a downright git sometimes right” Draco just gulps nervously, wondering what the hell was happening. Slowly Harry leans in and presses his lips against Draco’s, and Draco and can’t help but close his eyes. He has been waiting so long for this moment. Slowly, at first, they kiss. Lips parting and closing together, as if in a dance with each other. But pretty soon Harry deepens the kiss and pushes Draco into the wall, showing his feelings through his actions. They part, both breathing heavily, and they gaze into each others eyes.  “Wow,” Draco whispers, making Harry softly laugh in that way Draco really loves. “Wow indeed.”  “So what does this mean?” Draco asks, scared that this may be a one-time thing “Well, assuming you share my affections, will you go out with me? Be my boyfriend?” Harry asks, a small smile playing on his lips. All Draco can do is give a small nod before capturing Harry’s lips with his own. “You know, you are very addicting. Don’t expect to get rid of me any time soon” Draco says after they part again. “Wouldn’t plan on it Draco” Harry retorts. They kiss well into the night, feeling whole for the first time in a while. 

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