I love to imagine how it would be like if Draco would be famous.
Like, Pansy, Blaise and him in a band, called The Slytherin Sakes, and Harry being an enormous fanboy.
His friends would always tell him to calm down when he saw a picture of them, especially Draco. He would scream the words of their songs and write his own little fanfictions.
Their songs would have gotten him through the state of mental illness and his rather rough childhood.
His room would be full of merch and posters and he would feel so save in those walls.
One day, Draco would follow him back on Twitter, and Harry would have a mental breakdown where he screams and cries and laughs and feels like hugging the whole world.
He never got the chance to go on one of their concerts.
Until one time he would win one of their concert tickets with a backstage access so he could join and talk to them for a bit afterwards.
How he would be so excited, ask Ron and Hermione stupid things.
“Do I look good enough?”
“He’s not gonna notice me, is he?”
“What if he hates me when we talk?!”
And they would get sick of it and punch his shoulder, but also love how happy Harry was.
When the time was there, Harry would jump and sing and almost faint between all the cheering fans.
His heart would stop when they came on the stage; and then there was him, Draco, and Harry has never been that happy in his life.
But when he joined them afterwards, everyone was so kind and nice, everyone expect for Draco, who would be a complete dick.
And Harry would be so hurt that he would start to cry and storm out of the room cause fuck, the one he adored and looked up to just told him to shut up cause his voice was so high and annoying.
In his hurry he would have left his jacket there and Pansy told Draco to get it back to him and apologize for whatever the fuck he thought he was doing.
Malfoy hating himself for it because he really liked Harry the second he entered the room, even found him super cute which was mainly the reason for his behavior.
And when Draco rang Harry’s doorbell, Harry would stand in the doorway, puffy red eyes, swollen nose and his hair a total mess from all the crying and pulling and more crying.
Once they were inside, Draco would take one look at Harry and before he could stop himself, he would grab the other boy and pull him into a tight embrace, whispering how sorry he was for breaking him like that.
And they would just stand there, arms around eachother, Harry quietly sobbing and Draco whispering sweet nothings into his ear to comfort him, even singing his favourite song for only him to hear.