Hogsmead was cold that day. The wind was hushing through the streets and one could hear little bells ringing through the little windstill phases. What a sweet day for a little get together with friends for some coffee or hot chocolate.
Harry Potter had his own little get together. But not with his friends. No, Draco Malfoy would never be his friend, Harry knew that all too well.
It was just for the bet, he reminded himself as he noticed a little bit of nervousness crossing his mind. What if Draco didn't like him after all? What if at some point, he didn't know what to say anymore? Of course, Harry thought, he was very handsome and usually charming too. And the young Malfoy seemed to be completely charmed already. But he had only been so far because Harry had completely outplanned his every movement. But if he really wanted things to look real and authentic for his victim, he would have to do some more stuff spontaneously. Oh what mess he had brought himself in.

Harry was already sitting at a table in the Three Broomsticks, waiting for about 2 minutes only when a familiar slender figure appeared in the doorway. The grey eyes darted around the room, looking for something.
Oh shit, of course he was looking for something. For the dumbass with the crazy hair.
So Harry put on his most endearing fake-smile and let his eyes meet Draco's. The look on Draco's face made the younger boy feel sick to his stomach.
It spoke of nervousness. A very endearing nervousness though, and Harry didn't even notice the corners of his mouth pulling up.
They stayed up even, while he watched every little step of his date's way to him. Damn, why was Draco's walk so innocently sexy?
"Hello". Harry shrieked up. He had been so drawn in by Malfoy's appearance and just pure presence, that the hadn't even noticed the blonde Slytherin catching up to his table.
"Euhm, hi", Harry spoke softly. Oh shit, get it together Potter, he thought to himself. He was acting like a fucking pussy.

But Draco seemed to be reliefed by the upcoming nervous voice of his date. He was glad that it wasn't just him, who had been trying not to completely loose his mind over this incredibly insane date. At least that's what he was hoping for.

But Harry's sudden burst of emotions that had come to him in a flash of a heartbeat, reminding him of how terrible this whole thing really was, was quickly and professionally shoved away. The usual, charming confidence took over again. "So handsome boy, what exactly do you fancy now?"

Draco had to bite on his tongue, trying not to say you. Instead he replied with "yeah, a butterbeer should be fine for me.. you?"
"Butterbeer it is." A little side eye and a quick wink, and Draco's white complexion turned pinkish again. Oh but why did he care so much?

The next few minutes were still continued with a little bit of an awkward atmosphere, due to Draco's nervousness and Harry's little stitches of upcoming guilt. But the longer they exchanged words, the more confident the two boys got.

"So you just reappeared on the roof? And no one knew how?", Draco smiled.
"Hahahaha, yes, I know, but that's not even the best part! Once my awful aunt cut off all my hair because she had gotten so annoyed of it and I went to bed upset about it... and then somehow I managed to grow it all back to how it was before she'd cut it overnight." "No way!" "Yeah, she hated me even more after that. And my hair too of course" 
"I like your hair the way it is. It looks fuzzy and soft". Draco gave Harry a very shy smile again, the compliment had just slipped out like that, he didn't think it through enough. Harry too was hit unprepaired by the sudden sweet words. He really had just started to forget all about that stupid bet. Malfoy was a good listener. He had kept the conversation up, never reacted weird to any kind of odd part of the story. He was sucked in by Harry's voice and watched him talk like his life depended on it. And now he was even unconciously complimenting Harry, like he thought about it all the time.
Everyone had told Harry that Malfoy was this fuckboy that didn't care about anyone but himself and yet- none of the descriptions seemed to fit with the shy boy in front of him, who blushed at Harry's mere presence and watched his lips while he was talking. I can't do this, he realized again. And this time he did with such sharpness that he nearly sank down in his chair and dropped to the floor. But it was Malfoy again who pulled him out of his moment of trance and saved him from such overdramatic act:"Is everything alright Harry? I'm sorry I mentioned your hair being fuzzy and soft, that sounded weird, didn't it? Sorry, it just kinda slipped out, you know?"
"What? No, no, it's fine, I didn't mind the comment, it was very sweet. You are very sweet, Draco", Harry answered truthfully. Just yet saved from a hard-to-explain-fail.

The rest of the date went by fully unspectacular. The two boys laughed together and touched each others hands or knees occasionally. It was rather endearing to look at. Harry's created fake-dominace was brought to a little hault during conversation by an open Draco Malfoy, who smiled a lot and managed to bring cute little giggles and laughters out of the Gryffindor. He just felt so full of joy. And yet, everytime that their eyes met, the place got a little bit hotter. A few hours of time and butterbeers later, the air and positive tension between the two of them was near a boiling point. As Draco traced his fingers over Harrys thighs and looked the other boy straight in the eyes with an intensity that even the longbearded guy from the table behind them started to shiver, Harry just couldn't take it anymore. He hectically stood up, grabbed the Slytherin like his life depended on it and dragged him out of the building.

He managed to pull him halfway into a small corner of the street until his lust completely overtook him. Like some pull that drew him towards Draco. His eyes were dark, cheeks flushed. Harry raised his face just as Draco brought his down and then he kissed him. And how he did. Their lips crashed together and Draco gasped out in desperation, as if a great weight had been taken from him. He kissed the smaller one back, with one of his hands wandering off into Harry's hair and the other one circling the back of his neck to run his thumb gently over the spot of showing skin. Harry's eyes fluttered shut and his arms went around the slender body of Draco holding and drawing him closer towards him, making his ears ring and his heart explode.
Way too quickly the kiss ended, as Draco drew away from Harry, stopping about 20 cm away from his face, looking down at him, breathing very hard. His lips were red and swollen from the kissing and the cold air, and his eyes were bright. "Fuck", Harry said under his breath,"come back here."
He pulled Draco in again, reaching out his arms and cupping his face between his hands. He looked across the face in front of him, memorising every part of it, admiring it. Then he stood on his tiptoes, gave Draco a kiss on the forehead, and whispered:"you are too cute."

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Their ways parted back in Hogwarts when both of them had to go back to their commonrooms. But the mood was a highly good one. As Draco closed his dormdoor behind him, he sank down and smiled to himself. It was a small, private reaction when Blaise saw his best friend sitting at the door like that. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd seen Draco so happy and at piece with himself. Maybe, he thought, maybe Potter will really be the person to make Draco see the good in the world again.
And so Blaise just quietly sat down next to Draco and closed his eyes, smiling and enjoying the sensation of this pure form of joy his friend was feeling, taking over him as well . And everything was good.

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