@otaku-san00 - I hope you have a lovely day! Here’s a little Muggle Meet-Cute Drarry for you on the underground :-D
1.5K words. No smut. Pic set by me, images not mine. Featuring Simon Van Meervenne as Harry and Tristan Burnett as Draco.
Mind The Gap
Harry closed his eyes and prayed for the
horror to be over. Was there anything,
he thought to himself as he got another jab in the ribs and the carriage swayed
under his feet, worse than the Monday morning commute?
decided resolutely. There was not.
He was crammed in on the Central Line which
he was convinced, especially during the summer months, was fuelled by the fires
of hell itself. The sweat was running
down his back leaving a damp trail along his spine that he was definitely going
to have to fix before going to his desk.
He just prayed there wouldn’t be anyone in the men’s loos on the third
floor and he could stand under the hand dryer for five minutes and become human
The train ground to a halt at the next
station and the usual wrestling match began as people battled their way off
before those on the platform could start pushing their way on. Harry sighed in resignation and managed to
squeeze enough elbow space in which to manoeuvre his mp3 player from his pocket
and skip a couple of tracks until he found a track with a strong enough base
line to fortify him for the next few minutes of the journey.
People were still moving all around him like
a game of tetris to try and find enough room, and he found himself being turned
around into one of this station’s new arrivals.
He was a little taller than Harry with sharp features and pale blond
hair, and a suit that probably cost five
times as much as Harry’s did. In his
arms he clutched a briefcase, several large rolled up tubes of paper and a
coffee that slipped precariously in his grip.
Harry instinctively shot his hand up to grab
it and stop it spilling on them both (as well as the several other commuters
jammed up against them) and the stranger smiled at him gratefully.
Harry was able to yank one of his headphones
out, and did something that he and every other Londoner never, ever did. He opened his mouth. “That was close,” he said as the train took
off again, his fingers still resting on the styrofoam cup.
“Thanks,” the blond guy said, though still
clearly struggling with all his possessions clutched to his chest. “I hate being that dickhead with too much
luggage in rush hour.”
Harry grinned. “At least you’re trying to be small,” he
said. “People who keep their massive
rucksacks on are the worst.”
“Oh,” said Draco. “I tell them to take them off.”
“You don’t,” said Harry impressed. He favoured the more passive aggressive shove
in the side, hoping the bag’s owner would get the hint.
“I do,” the stranger said with a flick on an
eyebrow that made Harry’s stomach flip.
“I’m not afraid of a firm tap on the shoulder.”
He grinned and Harry laughed as they pulled
into the next station, and Harry really hoped his new friend was going to stay
on. But the guy gave him a sigh and a
smile, and as the doors opened he started slipping through the throng to get
out. “Have a good day,” he said as he
left Harry and hopped onto the platform.
Harry felt yet another jab in the ribs, and
shifted around to make room for whoever was behind him. But then it came again, and he looked round
annoyed. He was met with a wizened old
lady who was sat on the seat next to his legs glaring at him. “This is your stop isn’t it?” she said
Harry blinked at her. “No,” he said slowly as the last few people
forced their way inside the carriage.
“I’ve got another three to go?”
The old lady huffed and rolled her
eyes. “You really going to let a tall
drink of water walk off on you like that?” she croaked, a devilish glint in her
Harry’s own eyes widened. “No, I’m bloody not,” he cried, face breaking
into an enormous smile. “Excuse me,
thank you, coming through!”
He thought he caught the sound of an old
lady’s cackle as he managed to press his way between the last couple of people
and jump off the train just as the doors closed. He took a deep breath and nodded to
himself. He might be late for work now,
but he didn’t care, he had to find that guy.
He sped through the crowd as they all surged
up the stairs and along the escalators.
Harry’s head whipped back and forth, trying to catch a glimpse of light
blond hair amongst the masses but he was at the higher level now and the ticket
barriers loomed; he’d lost him.
“Not yet,” he growled to himself, snatching
his oyster card from his pocket and tapping out.
They were in one of these ghastly central
London stations where there were numerous different exits, but as luck would
have it Harry just managed to catch a glimpse of blond heading up the stairs to
his left, and he tore after him, darting around the other sleepy
“Excuse me, thank you – yes – can I just –
He was so hell bent on running up the stairs
he almost ran straight into a figure stood still at the top outside, staring
ardently down at a map on his phone.
“Urgh,” grunted Harry and righted himself,
squinting in the bright sunshine. “Sorry
“Hello again,” came an amused voice, and
Harry looked up startled to realised he’d managed to crash into the object of
“Hi,” he said breathlessly.
The blond guy looked him up and down. “Sorry, if I’d have known you were getting
off too I would have walked with you.”
Harry shook his head as his mouth went
dry. The guy would have walked with him? That was a good sign! “I erm, wasn’t. Getting off, I mean. I just-”
He stopped and inhaled slowly and deeply. “This might be way out of line, but I was
wondering ifIcouldgetyournumber,” he
blurted out before he could change his mind.
The guy stopped looking at his phone and
gave Harry his full attention. “You want
my number?” he asked, and Harry’s insides ran cold.
“I mean,” I thought – if that’s not
appropriate then don’t worry at all, I’ll just-”
“I’m late,” said the guy, and Harry’s
insides contracted further. “So why
don’t you give me yours, seeing as I’ve already got my phone out.”
He waved his smart phone awkwardly from
where he’d been looking at his map moments before, and suddenly Harry felt a
lot less stupid. “Oh!” he said. “Um, sure, yeah.” He rattled off his digits quickly, so quickly
he worried he might have got a couple the wrong way round. But the guy was already back on the map and
“Oh, what’s your name?” he called as he
started melting into the crowd.
“Harry,” he called back quickly. “I’m Harry!”
The guy nodded. “Talk later Harry,” he cried, before being
swallowed by the horde of pedestrians.
Harry looked after him for a bit, but
finally had to admit that he had gone on his way. So with a sigh he trudged back down into the
station again, and forced his way back onto the joy that was the Central
Once in the office, Harry busied himself
drying off in the gents before heading to the kitchen and making a cup of
tea. “I gave him the wrong number,” he
mumbled to himself, having now checked his phone six times since re-emerging
from the underground. “Or he thinks I’m
By the time lunchtime rolled around he’d
become fed up with himself and locked his phone in his drawer, refusing to look
at it for the rest of the afternoon and occupying himself with his latest deadline. Which was a shame, because by the time he
finally cracked and pulled it out again a little after four o’clock, he had
three messages and two missed calls from an unknown number.
His heart leapt and he made a sort of
strangled noise which made the guy in the cubicle opposite him look up in
Hello Harry, this is Draco.
Draco, he thought. That was an unusual name. He decided with a smile he liked it, and
scrolled down to the next two messages.
The coffee guy from the tube.
Sorry, you’re probably busy at work, but I’m
worried you thought I was rude this morning.
I was just late. Can I make it up
to you with drinks tonight? Sorry if I’m
pestering you, I thought you might be eagerly awaiting my call! J/K.
Not really Dxxx
Harry didn’t care what his co-worker
thought, he was grinning like a loon.
he typed back. Don’t worry, I just had a busy day. Drinks sound great, let me know
where and when.
He pressed send. Then, on an afterthought:
might have checked my phone once or twice this morning Hxxx