#harry draco

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: modesty | wc: 180

Draco was raised with manners. He was raised with a certain decorum. With dignity. With the idea that the body was to be covered with long sleeves and high collars. Most Slytherins held these beliefs. So having a joint common room with the other houses for eighth year has been quite the adjustment for them all.

Especially when Harry wandered through the, albeit mostly empty, common room in naught but a towel clutched around his waist, dripping water on the plush carpets, Draco very appropriately clutched his metaphorical pearls.

“Merlin, Potter, don't you have any modesty?” Draco cried, trying to not ogle the fit Gryffindor. He’d really filled out over the summer, no longer scrawny, but broad chested, bulky arms, and a trim waist leading the eyes tantalizingly low.

“I forgot my clothes. If it offends you, Malfoy, either close your eyes or do something about it,” Harry smirked, throwing a wink over his shoulder as he headed up to the dorms.

I won't write about ballet

this is how I pictured the ending of chapter 4! also since Harry looked really cute without glasses, here's an alternate version too