Can we just talk about Harry somehow getting Sirius’ old motorbike and fixing it up because it’s in disarray.
And Draco scoffs because “What on earth are you gonna do with that old scrap metal?!”
Harry shrugs shoving his hands in his pockets. “Fix it,” he mumbles.
But then he starts to resent the bike because Harry spends hours in the shed fixing it up and won’t let anyone near him. It takes him months and Draco is close to setting the shed on fire because that damn motorbike has taken ALL of Harry’s attention and the only thing that stops him from complaining is the way he catches Harry looking at old photos in the middle of the night, and he knows Harry needs it.
And then finally, fucking finally, Harry finishes. It’s the first day of March and absolutely freezing when he invites Draco for a ride. He has absolutely NO desire to go anywhere near that enchanted muggle death trap but Draco just sighs and agrees.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he groans, putting it off for as many minutes as he can before finally pulling on his jacket and scarf.
But when he steps outside the sight before him takes his breath away because Harry is leaning back against the motorbike and yeah te motorbike looks absolutely impeccable but it’s Harry he can’t take his eyes off. Harry in his worn denim pants and soft white t-shirt with a leather jacket over it all that makes Draco feel hot and flushed all over.
Then he’s holding his hand out, beconing Draco closer. And as Draco climbs on, inhaling the accent of leather and Harry’s shampoo, wrapping his arms around him from behind and feeling the muscles in Harry’s back ripple against his chest as Harry starts the bike he can’t help but think this might have been one of the best ideas Harry has ever had.