Do Your Worst (Draco X Harry)
Summary: When Draco gets called in by Scorpius’ potions teacher, he gets a pleasant surprise when he finds out who it is
Word count: 885
Note: In this imagine, Harry never got together with Ginny, and Albus Potter doesn’t exist (I’m sorry okay don’t shoot me)
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Draco Malfoy never thought he’d be walking the stone corridors of Hogwarts School again. And yet there he was, expensive black Italian leather shoes making no noise on the silent stone corridors that lead to the potions classroom.
He’d been called in by a ‘Mr Potter’ to discuss his son’s progress in Potions that year, and fought back a wave of emotion at the sound of the name. He mustn’t let himself get his hopes up - the surname ‘Potter’ must be very common. He found himself, fist raised, about to knock on the door to the classroom he hadn’t entered in years.
Three sharp knocks echoed along the stone corridor.
“Come in.” called a voice from behind the door.
The door swung open, and Draco felt his breath catch in his throat, as he saw the mop of brown shaggy hair bent over some parchment. Cliche really, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d always had a curious liking for Potter, which was something he’d never admit to of course. After a few seconds, the professor looked up from his writing.
The exact same glittering green eyes met his from behind the same round glasses. A grin broke out across Harry’s face.
“Draco Malfoy?” he asked, though more as a statement that a question.
“Harry Potter?” Draco replied, much in the same manner.
Harry nodded as he gestured for Draco to take the seat opposite him, which he did, smoothing out a non existent crease in his crisp, black suit. There was a moment of awkward silence, until Potter took the inicitave to break it.
“So, how’ve things been for you Draco?” Harry asked, pushing his glasses up, something that Draco had always found oddly attractive.
“Nothing too interesting.” swallowed Draco, tugging at his tight collar. “Me and Astoria got divorced a while back, and Scorpius came to live with me. It can be difficult at times, but we manage. How about you, Potter? Met anyone special yet?”
“Nope, not unless you count my cat.” laughed Harry, watching as Draco managed to momentarily excited but still smoulderingly sexy at the same time.
“Anyway, you called me in to discuss Scorpius’ progress in Potions?” asked Draco, diverting the conversation away from personal matters.
“Yes, yes I did.” said Harry, running his fingers through his still disheveled hair. “Scorpius is doing exceptionally well in Potions classes, so much so that I think he finds lessons almost insultingly easy. I am of the opinion that he be moved up a year group for Potions classes, to challenge him further. I called you in merely to ask for your permission for this to go ahead. Do I have this permission?”
After a moment of silence, Harry repeated his question, snapping Draco out of his trance.
“Yes, yes of course you do.” muttered Draco, attention still elsewhere.
Merlin, Potter had aged well. He’d lost his skinny frame and filled out in muscle, with strong arms and a toned chest under his tight t-shirt.
“Do you want to come get a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks with me?” blurted Draco, mentally slapping himself when he saw the surprised look on Potter’s face. He breathed an almost audible sigh of relief when Harry smiled.
“Of course Draco.”
“Draco…” Harry began awkwardly. They were far done with butterbeer and had moved on to firewhiskey some time ago, yet it didn’t make the initiation of this conversation any easier.
“I know what you’re going to ask Harry. You’re going to ask why I didn’t reveal your identity to Belatrix and the others all those years ago? Why I refused to let them torture you?” muttered Draco, allowing one strand of white blonde hair to stray into his eyes before brushing it out of the way.
“Yes, that was what I was intending to ask. You hated me Malfoy. Why save me?” asked Harry, downing the remains of his glass and setting it to one side, looking the blonde straight in the eye.
“You’ll probably think I’m rather an idiot after this, but I intend to say it anyway.” began Draco. “I’ve always liked you Potter, in more than just a friendly way. I suppose I tried to hide it, because then what would my father say? His only son, pureblood Malfoy, a fag? He would have disowned me. But I don’t really care about him any more, I just care about saying this to you, right now. I didn’t reveal who you were because how could I stand to torture the only thing I’d ever had in my life at that point that I truly loved? And now I’m aware that I’m just nervously babbling and-”
Harry cut Draco off by pressing one long, slim finger over his lips, the touch sending shivers through both of them.
“I’ve always had feelings for you too Draco.” laughed Harry. “I suppose we could have saved ourselves a lot of shit had we just admitted our feelings for each other.”
There was a moment of silence that quickly became uncomfortable, as Draco’s piercing dark eyes met Harry’s smouldering green ones.
“Harry, I’m going to kiss you now, because I honestly don’t think I can physically restrain myself.” breathed Draco.
“I’ve been waiting to hear those words for a decade Malfoy. Do your worst.”