Sometimes I like to think about what utter awkward dorks Harry and Draco are.
Like come on guys Harry has no chill he is not suave. Can you imagine him trying to flirt with Draco in 8th year? Just sort of brash and bumbling but sincere and Draco has no fucking idea what to do with himself.
Because let’s be honest this is Draco Malfoy the boy who climbed a god damn tree to make fun of Harry so if you try to tell me in 8th year is suddenly suave and cool and a perfect flirt just…no.
More likely he does something equally awkward and ridiculous (but for the first time in his life utterly sincere) and Harry just stops dead in his tracks when he walks into his dorm room and sees it covered in hundreds of secret admirer letters.
And Harry just stands there shell shocked when Draco walks in (because it’s 8th year so of fucking course they are dorm mates) and Draco is not so subtly pretending to read his potions book.
“What’s going on?” Draco asks trying to sound smooth, and desperately hoping he isn’t blushing.
“What the hell did you do, Malfoy?” Harry asks, starting to laugh when Draco drops his book in surprise, staring at Potter with wide eyes.
“I was joking,” Harry says quietly, staring at Draco with an unreadable expression.
“Did you really do this?”
“Don’t let your ego get too big Potter it was just a-” but Draco doesn’t finish his sentence because Harry is suddenly standing in front of him, his own face flushed and confused and before Draco can stop himself he’s grabbing Potter’s tie and tugging him forward into a kiss that’s equal parts desperation and perfection.