Omg so you said to send you those au! Please do the "Model who looks and acts really professional at the photo shoot but is actually a huge nerd AU"!!!
SOOOOO if you didn’t think this would be model!Harry after that Marlon stuff last week, I’m sorry–it’s totally model!Harry.
Draco made his way over to the photoshoot that was featuring his latest designs, he liked to make sure that everything was perfect–as as perfect as possible–when he was unveiling a new line for a new season. This was no different. Especially since Pansy had informed him an hour ago that the model he always preferred to use had retired or some other such rot, and that they’d hired some other male model for today.
Draco’d nearly had a conniption fit. How could they fail to let him know of this change so near the time for the photoshoot? And then Pansy had informed him that it would be fine, the new model would fit the cuts perfectly, and, “He’s worked for H and M darling, it’ll be fine,” she said with a dismissive hand wave as they rode the car to the site.
“H and M?” Draco had practically screeched, “He’s going to be modelling Malfoy originals Pansy! I can’t have some off-the-rack model!”
Pansy just patted his leg and opened the door to the car, “Come on Draco, do you really think I’d have approved of him if I didn’t think he could do it?” Draco huffed, but allowed Pansy that point, he trusted her judgement and he had to trust her in this.
He likely shouldn’t have been surprised that Pansy was right, and the new model was just as professional as his old. This new model, a one Harry Potter, took direction very well and didn’t fuss when Draco kept demanding perfection. Draco would never tell anyone, but he was rather impressed with this Potter, he’d never met a model who didn’t balk under his direction.
Once it was over, as everyone was packing up and Draco was preparing to leave, Pansy came over to him and asked, “So, what did you think?” She was smirking knowingly, and Draco knew she’d be insufferable for the rest of the day about how she was always right.
“He was fine,” Draco admitted grudgingly and headed for the exit. Pansy’s laugh echoed behind him as he went, and then he was at the doors.
“Excuse me,” came a voice from his left just before he was about to open the doors and make his way outside.
Draco stiffened, he hated getting interrupted, and even though he wasn’t doing much of anything except leaving, he was still annoyed. “What?” he snapped, turning to see the model, that Potter, standing to his left.
Potter looked far less sure than he had under the lights and with the cameras pointed toward him, and he pulled his loose jacket tighter around his torso. He gave Draco a little nervous smile and said, “Sorry, it’s just–I’m such a huge fan of your work Mr. Malfoy–” He let out a laugh and his hands tightened where the gripped his jacket, “It was an honour modelling for you today.”
“Oh,” Draco said, blinking at the model in surprise. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to compliments on his work. Draco knew he was the best in London, much less the wider world fashion circuit. He wasn’t prepared for the attractive model he’d been pleased by his professionalism and standoffishness while modelling, to be well, human and flustered, it charmed Draco inordinately. “Thank you,” he said, and leaned against the outer wall as he took in his new model. “You wear my clothing well.”
Potter’s eyes widened and he licked his bottom lip before grinning again saying, “Thanks.” He shifted his weight on his feet, and Draco felt even more charmed by his obvious embarrassment.
He could hear Pansy scolding him in the back of his mind: don’t date your models Draco. But, he could see her even now, flirting with one of the photographers, and she didn’t dictate his life anyway. It had been so long since Draco had done anything except finalize designs and make sure everything in production was going according to plan. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything for fun.
“I was going to grab a coffee, would you like to join?” Draco asked and moved to push the door open a little, tilting his chin invitingly to Potter.
“You–you want to get coffee with me?” Potter asked in disbelief. “But I’m–”
Draco grinned to show off his teeth, “You’re interesting. Come along now, I don’t have much time.”
Potter seemed to give up trying to find his tongue and nodded eagerly, the smile on his face reminding Draco of the easily excitable puppy his cousin adopted a few years ago. Draco pushed the door fully open and led them out of the building, assured that Potter would follow.