bday fic edited!!
Title: Untitled
Author: hd_obsession
Word Count: 601
Summary: Post-War Ministry Function, Harry and Draco meet again
A/N: This is for ___plasticxloves birthday who wanted the above prompt. It has now been edited by my personal slave elleian Thank you so much sweetheart!!! So hopefully you like this new on better!
It was October 31 and the Ministry was holding a Halloween party of sorts, the first function since the defeat of Voldemort. Harry was sitting at the bar , staring at the door when Draco Malfoy came in. The first thought that sprang to Harry's mind when he saw Malfoy was, 'Wow, he's gorgeous.' He had a tiny crush on Malfoy, but it was a secret.
Harry hadn't really wanted to come, but was dragged there anyway by Hermione who told him that, 'under no condition would he stay home, he had to show his face sometime.' Harry didn't think needed to, but acquiesced to the request anyway. He was beginning to regret it now, though, seeing Malfoy look so well-groomed whilst he, well, didn't. In fact, Harry knew that he might not even been here had it not been for Malfoy's help during the war. He didn't want to acknowledge that fact, however.
It had been right before the war when Harry came out as gay, not long after Malfoy himself had come out. Despite the similar timescale, he knew that he didn't have as much experience as Malfoy. It wasn't hard to work out: Harry had no experience whatsoever. Harry had been a bit too busy during the war and, though he hated to admit it, what often got him through those rough nights were fantasies of Malfoy, with his pale hair, pale skin and sinful looking mouth.
Harry was still looking at Malfoy when he suddenly realised that the object of his thoughts was staring right back at him, a smirk on his face. Harry quickly glanced away as his face began to burn. When he looked back, Malfoy was gone. As Harry's eyes roamed the room, a voice behind him asked,
"Looking for me?"
Harry recognised that voice and, though he willed himself not to look, he couldn't help but turn around to meet the amused grey eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Of course not," Harry tried to stutter, but the excuse died on his lips when Malfoy's smirk widened and his eyebrows rose.
Once again Harry opened his mouth to talk, but closed it when he realised that he had nothing to say. Malfoy sat down beside him and ordered something to drink, looking at Harry all the while. It was kind of unnerving. He then started to speak.
"Look, Potter, I know we aren't the best of friends…" Harry started to scoff. "But," Malfoy continued, "I think we could be. I know this sounds extremely desperate, but what I'm trying to ask is can we start over?" Holding out a smooth hand, he said, "Draco Malfoy. Pleased to meet you."
Harry thought about it for a second before realising that their former rivalry had been extremely petty. He took hold of Malfoy's - no, Draco's - hand and shook it. "Harry Potter. The pleasure is all mine."
Draco's eyes brightened and Harry realized Draco had been afraid that he would be rejected. As they started to talk, Harry realized they had much more in common than he previously thought. He couldn't help but notice just how different Draco was now.
At the end of the night Harry didn't want to part ways, not from this new Draco. He was hot, yet charming and Harry couldn't bear to see this new side to disappear. Without thinking, he asked Draco back to his place. Draco's eyes widened just a little and he agreed. As they left, Harry fervently wished that the night would never end. What he didn't know was that Draco was hoping the same thing.
Author: hd_obsession
Word Count: 601
Summary: Post-War Ministry Function, Harry and Draco meet again
A/N: This is for ___plasticxloves birthday who wanted the above prompt. It has now been edited by my personal slave elleian Thank you so much sweetheart!!! So hopefully you like this new on better!
It was October 31 and the Ministry was holding a Halloween party of sorts, the first function since the defeat of Voldemort. Harry was sitting at the bar , staring at the door when Draco Malfoy came in. The first thought that sprang to Harry's mind when he saw Malfoy was, 'Wow, he's gorgeous.' He had a tiny crush on Malfoy, but it was a secret.
Harry hadn't really wanted to come, but was dragged there anyway by Hermione who told him that, 'under no condition would he stay home, he had to show his face sometime.' Harry didn't think needed to, but acquiesced to the request anyway. He was beginning to regret it now, though, seeing Malfoy look so well-groomed whilst he, well, didn't. In fact, Harry knew that he might not even been here had it not been for Malfoy's help during the war. He didn't want to acknowledge that fact, however.
It had been right before the war when Harry came out as gay, not long after Malfoy himself had come out. Despite the similar timescale, he knew that he didn't have as much experience as Malfoy. It wasn't hard to work out: Harry had no experience whatsoever. Harry had been a bit too busy during the war and, though he hated to admit it, what often got him through those rough nights were fantasies of Malfoy, with his pale hair, pale skin and sinful looking mouth.
Harry was still looking at Malfoy when he suddenly realised that the object of his thoughts was staring right back at him, a smirk on his face. Harry quickly glanced away as his face began to burn. When he looked back, Malfoy was gone. As Harry's eyes roamed the room, a voice behind him asked,
"Looking for me?"
Harry recognised that voice and, though he willed himself not to look, he couldn't help but turn around to meet the amused grey eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Of course not," Harry tried to stutter, but the excuse died on his lips when Malfoy's smirk widened and his eyebrows rose.
Once again Harry opened his mouth to talk, but closed it when he realised that he had nothing to say. Malfoy sat down beside him and ordered something to drink, looking at Harry all the while. It was kind of unnerving. He then started to speak.
"Look, Potter, I know we aren't the best of friends…" Harry started to scoff. "But," Malfoy continued, "I think we could be. I know this sounds extremely desperate, but what I'm trying to ask is can we start over?" Holding out a smooth hand, he said, "Draco Malfoy. Pleased to meet you."
Harry thought about it for a second before realising that their former rivalry had been extremely petty. He took hold of Malfoy's - no, Draco's - hand and shook it. "Harry Potter. The pleasure is all mine."
Draco's eyes brightened and Harry realized Draco had been afraid that he would be rejected. As they started to talk, Harry realized they had much more in common than he previously thought. He couldn't help but notice just how different Draco was now.
At the end of the night Harry didn't want to part ways, not from this new Draco. He was hot, yet charming and Harry couldn't bear to see this new side to disappear. Without thinking, he asked Draco back to his place. Draco's eyes widened just a little and he agreed. As they left, Harry fervently wished that the night would never end. What he didn't know was that Draco was hoping the same thing.