i love your blog, could you do a drabble in which draco is really obviously flirting and harry is super oblivious, and the draco gives up and kisses him? thanks in advance!!
((I hope you don’t mind, I combined your prompt with one very vague anon prompt…also, I accidentally wrote 1.2k instead of a tiny drabble so I figured you may forgive me.))
“You don’t understand! After the end of the year, I don’t really see us being around each other much. I feel like I’m running out of time. If I don’t do something soon, I’ll lose my chance with him forever!” Draco said.
“Poor thing, can’t imagine what it’s like to lose your chance with a crush, forever, only to be stuck in a toilet, forever…” Myrtle sobbed.
Draco was very used to navigating the ghost’s moodswings, “Of course you can. That’s why you are so important to me. I didn’t go to any of my other friends, did I? And I didn’t start talking about myself until after I fixed the lock on your favorite stall?”
Myrtle sniffled. “I guess. But maybe he just doesn’t like boys.”
“I asked Weasely if he did,” Draco said, “and it wasn’t a pleasant conversation. I only asked if Harry liked boys and he started shouting at me. ‘He can like whoever he wants. You got a problem with that?’ Then he stood up like he was ready to fight me.”
Myrtle almost laughed, “Well, if he turns you down, just remind him that he can come see me any time he likes.”
Harry was his potions partner, his roommate since the eighth year rooming assignments were posted, even his friend. But Draco wanted more. He had always wanted more. Draco had admitted that to himself almost at the beginning of the school year. Harry never exactly turned him down, either. That just made everything maddening.
He invited Harry to Hogsmeade the month before. When Harry accepted, Draco was over the moon. He came crashing back down to Earth when he grabbed Harry’s hand. Harry had just stopped walking and looked at Draco.
“What?” Harry asked, pulling his hand out of Draco’s.
Draco panicked, “I, er, do you mind if we stop in to the quidditch supply shop? I need some polish.”
“Well, yeah. I thought that was what we were here for,” Harry said.
“I guess I thought we were multitasking,” Draco said.
A week later, in Potions, Harry was leaning over the cauldron to see if it smelled like burnt cinnamon yet as the assignment indicated. His hair had gotten longer than Draco had ever seen it and he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He reached over and ran his fingers through the thick, black tangle of hair, tucking it behind Harry’s ear.
“I wasn’t going to get my hair in the potion,” Harry said. “It’s not that long.”
Draco let out a deep sigh. “I know.” He made himself look away from Harry only to make eye contact with Weasley who promptly made an I’m-watching-you gesture.
The following weekend, someone asked the house elves to bring cappuccinos and lattes up “as study aides, obviously” and Draco tried to care about the cappuccino in front of him, but he couldn’t stop watching Harry. He almost choked on air as he watched Harry run his tongue along the rim of his mug, licking the chocolate from the edges of his cafe mocha.
Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry’s lips. Draco reached up and brushed his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip.
Harry pulled away. “Do I have chocolate on me?” Harry asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Completely crestfallen, Draco just shook his head. “You’re good.” Before he went back to his Transfiguration essay, he caught eye contact with Weasley who was trying very hard not to laugh.
Earlier this week, Draco walked into their room to catch Harry dancing quite ridiculously to some muggle love song. Harry blushed beautifully, and Draco grabbed his hands and danced with him. By the end of the song, they were a bit closer than just hand-in-hand and both laughing.
“Why can’t all of my friends be so forgiving when I’m caught doing something silly?” Harry asked. “Hermione danced with me, but Ron never would.“
“I wouldn’t say ‘never,’” Weasley said from the doorway.
“Glad I could keep your dignity intact. I only came in, for, er,” Draco looked around, “this,” he said, grabbing an ink bottle off his desk. Weasley stared him down as he left the room.
Tonight, they sat in the common room celebrating the end of the first round of exams. Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off Harry. He laughed at Harry’s jokes, gave him a friendly shove when those jokes were at Draco’s expense. Draco melted every time Harry’s leg bumped his own. He intentionally moved a little closer when he thought it would make Harry’s shoulder brush his own. Then a conversation started taking over the group as a whole.
“I think a first kiss should always be discussed,” Pansy said. “It’s too presumptuous to assume an eye flutter and a smile would mean it’s okay to kiss.”
“It’s just because you’re a massive flirt,” Blaise said.
“Pots and kettles,” Hermione said. “I don’t know, I think it’s important to get consent, but implied consent between two people, depending on the people and the situation, could be okay.”
“I guess that tells you where I stand,” Weasley added. “How ‘bout you Harry? Negotiate kissing or surprise kissing?“
Harry shifted in his seat, "I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to imagine anyone really wanting to kiss me. Especially now, I mean, I don’t even know any other guys who prefer guys.”
Weasley stared at Draco before looking back at Harry, “Question still stands. If one of us,” he said, waving a hand at the men in the group, “decided we fancied you. Would you insist we asked permission?”
Draco’s head was going fuzzy. Maybe he needed to remind himself to breathe.
“You trying to admit something there, Ron?” Harry laughed.
“Answer the question, dude,” Weasley said. More than a couple people were looking at him like he’d sprouted a second face.
Harry threw his hands up in defeat, “What is the deal? Why are you getting so worked up over this? No. No. No I’m not opposed to surprise kisses! No, kiss consent isn’t something I insist on. No. Okay. No-”
Before he realized he was moving, Draco had Harry’s face in his hands and his lips on Harry’s.
“Thank fuck!” Weasley shouted.
Draco kissed Harry roughly, months of oblivious rejections be damned. When he felt Harry’s hands on him, he worried for the briefest moment that Harry would push him away. It didn’t happen. Harry’s arms circled his waist, pulling him closer as he kissed Draco back. And, oh sweet Merlin, he moaned against Draco’s lips.
Draco pulled away enough to ask, “How the bloody hell did you not know I like men?!”
Harry laughed, “Too much to hope for, I guess.”
Weasley, one of the few who hadn’t left while they were practically devouring each other, said, “He’s only been throwing himself at you for years, mate. And, Malfoy, I’d say it’s about bloody time you made a move but in your defense, you’ve been putting moves on him all year.”
Harry started to say something, but Draco cut him off with a kiss.
“Want to go discuss this, privately?” Draco asked.
Harry nodded. “Please.”