So this is a silly little thing I wrote for my lovely friend @anuecc. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 💙 I am still intent on dragging your cute, yoga toned ass down to drarry hell ;)
Harry should have known this was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. But to be fair, who in Merlin’s name would have expected Draco Malfoy showing up here, looking… like this?
“Malfoy,” Harry spluttered, his voice sounding embarrassingly raspy. “Are you… Is that a crop top?”
Malfoy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of his chest, seeming unconcerned.
“Is that what this is called?”
Harry swallowed around the lump that was building in his throat. Dear Merlin! Malfoy’s stomach looked simply delicious! And the way his trousers hugged his hips!
“Um… aren’t those trousers a little tight?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
“I was told this is what Muggles wear when they do…” He waved a hand around in the air, clearly searching for the right word. “Whatever this is called.”
“It’s called Yoga,” Harry sighed, “and we’re going to be late. Come on.”
Harry held the door open for him and immediately wished he had gone in first. Watching Malfoy’s perfect bum move in those trousers was torture. Malfoy briefly hesitated after a few steps, looking around the room.
“What is this, Potter?” he hissed under his breath. “We’re the only blokes here.”
Harry blushed and wordlessly made his way to the last two spare yoga mats, right in the middle of the room.
“I will kill Shacklebolt for this,” Harry heard Malfoy mutter. “Last week, he sent us on that bloody camping trip and now this?”
Harry sighed as he sat down on his yoga mat. He peeked at the two girls beside him, who were laughing about something and tying their blonde hair into buns. Trying to drop his voice into a whisper, so they wouldn’t hear, he spat, “It would be so much easier if you weren’t such a prat, Malfoy. He wants us to get along. I hate to say this, but we’ve compromised two of our missions now because we couldn’t agree on-”
“That wasn’t my fault,” Malfoy interrupted him. “My approach was better than yours. Why did I have to get you as my partner anyway?”
“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you applied to become an Auror. You knew it was what I wanted to do and you knew there would be a chance we would end up as partners. Just my luck.” Harry muttered the last part under his breath, but Malfoy must have heard, because he shot Harry a dark look, before plopping down on the yoga mat in front of him.
“Hello everyone,” the instructor said in an overly breathy voice. Harry suspected it was meant to be soothing, but it just sounded really odd.
“We will begin today’s class by trying to reconnect to our breath,” she continued. “Now, bring your palms together in front of your heart, really press them together and close your eyes.”
“You must be kidding me,” Harry heard Malfoy sneer.
“Now take a deep breath in through your nose… but do it gently…”
Harry startled at the collective intake of breath that sounded like a giant was gasping.
“… and then press your lips together as you slooooowly exhale. Imagine that the sound you’re making right now is the sound of ocean waves rolling in and out, in and out…”
Harry could practically see Malfoy rolling his eyes, even from the back of his head.
“Breathe innnn…. breathe ou-hhhh-t.”
“Seriously, she wants to teach me how to breathe?” Malfoy snarled, turning his head back to Harry.
“Stop complaining and just do it,” Harry whispered.
Of course, Malfoy continued with his little commentary.
“…Downward-facing dog? Who came up with that name?”
“…Ow! This is not a natural pose for a human!”
“…What do you mean ‘lift your leg’? If I do that, I’m never going to have any children!”
“…Merlin, is this woman trying to break my neck?”
Harry pressed his lips into a tight line to keep himself from snickering. Malfoy’s hissing was rather distracting. As was…
“Potter! Stop staring at my arse!”
“Am not,” Harry mumbled, mentally slapping himself for getting caught like that.
“Good, good,” the instructor crooned. “Now, we take a little break. Sit down on your yoga mat and let the person next to you massage your feet.
“Ugh, why feet,” the girl next to Harry groaned. He smiled at her awkwardly, to which she bit her lip.
“No offense,” she said, “but I’m not letting a stranger touch my feet.”
“Fair enough,” Harry mumbled and turned to Malfoy.
“Don’t you dare, Potter,” he growled, when Harry stretched out his hands towards his feet.
“Yeah okay, maybe we skip that one,” Harry muttered sheepishly.
“We should have skipped the whole class.”
Harry usually didn’t agree with Malfoy, but when the instructor told them they would be doing partner poses now, he cursed Kingsley under his breath.
“Now, stand up and face each other.”
They did, but not without scowling at each other.
“Place your feet firmly on the ground and stretch out your hands. Press your palms against the palms of your partner.”
Harry almost flinched when their hands touched. If he had known touching would be involved, he probably would have refused to come here altogether. Thinking about touching Malfoy in the privacy of his own home was one thing, but actually doing it in a room with a bunch of strangers, that was something else entirely. Why did Malfoy have to be so handsome? It was irritating.
“Now slowly bend forward,” the instructor said in her breathy voice, “until your foreheads are touching. Your arms should be up, over your head.”
Harry tried to control his face, praying he wasn’t blushing. When his black hair mingled with blonde, he heard Malfoy making an odd sound.
“This is disgusting,” Malfoy muttered. “We’re both sweating.”
“And it wouldn’t be disgusting if we weren’t?”
Harry startled when Malfoy slightly raised his chin. Their noses were touching and Harry could feel Malfoy’s breath on his lips.
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you have been looking at me all day,” Malfoy said with narrowed eyes. “Or how I woke up with an arm draped over me when we were camping last week.”
“Oh. I- I thought you woke up after me,” Harry mumbled, definitely blushing now. “You didn’t say anything about it.”
Yes, why hadn’t Malfoy said anything about that? He could have made fun of Harry for days.
“You really are thick, Potter,” Malfoy said in a teasing tone, as the instructor walked by them to correct the pose of the couple beside them.
“Good job everyone. Now, turn around, so you’re back to back and link your arms at the elbows.”
“Um, Malfoy,” Harry said, when Malfoy stepped closer to him and put his hands on Harry’s hip. “I think she just told us to turn around.”
Malfoy’s lips stretched into a huge smirk. He leaned forward, his cheek briefly brushing Harry’s, until his lips were right at Harry’s ear.
“I won’t stop you if you want to.”
Harry choked on his own breath, his eyes going wide.
“Come on,” Malfoy chuckled, “we’re hitting the showers.”
“But class is not over yet,” Harry mumbled absentmindedly.
“Well, I want to try some… different kind of poses.”
“Oh,” was all Harry was able to say.
“You do remember how to do a water repellant charm, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Why?” Harry frowned.
“We need to use it on your Muggle distant-talking device.”
“My… you mean my phone.”
“And why exactly do we need to do that?”
“Well, after Shacklebolt went through all this trouble, so we would get along, he really should get something in return for his hard work.”
Harry stared blankly at him.
“We’ll send him proof,” Malfoy winked.
“Come on, Potter,” Malfoy chuckled darkly as he tugged Harry forward, “we have important Auror business to attend to.”
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