Looking Beyond The Lies (Drarry) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Harry couldn't stop staring at the blonde boy walking beside him. Said blonde looked adorably gorgeous in his winter outfit and harry was nearly trembling at the mere thought of him. Especially that little episode back in Honeydukes. Draco did taste as good as he looked, in fact, he tasted better than harry thought.

And oh lord, when Draco reached back and gripped his pants. And that sound. Harry could forever live off that sound. If there was one thing Harry vowed to do in life, it would be to make Draco make that sound again.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Draco's question lingered in the air as Harry admired the slightly smaller boy.

"Eh? Oh, you just look good. Really good." Harry could see the bit of Draco's cheek were it wasn't hidden by his scarf turn a rosy colour. It seemed he was taken aback by Harry's brazen statement.

"S- stop it," The blonde stammered out. "We are not doing another episode of what happened in Honeydukes." And with that, the blonde stomped his boot covered feet away from Harry.

Harry watched as he trod further away, before he bent down and reached inside his right boot. It seemed he was scratching an itch. And Harry couldn't help but stare at his bum, and how great those jeans made it look. Not to mention Draco's knee high boots which just completed the whole outfit. Merlin have mercy on Harry.

As soon as those lurid thoughts had vanished, Harry jogged after Draco and caught him by the arm. "Wait, please." Harry didn't mean to upset Draco. He let go of the blonde's arm and walked around until he as in front of him. Draco was looking at the ground, scuffling his right boot into the snow.

Harry took a finger to the boy's chin and lifted until they were looking directly at each other. "Would you maybe, um, maybe like to go on a date... With me?" Feeling only the tiniest bit nervous, Harry stepped back as he didn't want to crowd Draco.

Said boy reached a mitten covered hand to his head and scratched over his beanie. "You want to go on a date, with me? Well, I supp-"

"Or just a friendly outing to somewhere, if that's what you want." Harry interrupted Draco with a quick voice.

Draco sighed and Harry thinks he might have upset him. "I was going to say that I supposed I'd like to. I wouldn't mind, if that's what you want." The words that came out of Draco's mouth almost made harry want to scoop the tiny bundle of blonde boy into his arms. Almost. But he was sure that Draco wouldn't appreciate it, so instead, he settled for a smile.

The next thing he did was gently grave one of Draco's tiny mitten covered hands (which he silently cooed at) and start walking slowly. He noticed that Draco was taking several fats steps just to keep up with Harry's long legs, so he slowed the pace, and he could tell Draco was grateful but the slight pink hue on the visible part of his cheeks.

They stayed like that for a while, walking in a comfortable silence. "Is there somewhere you wanted to go?" Harry was the first to break that silence. Draco looked up at him and Harry couldn't help but coo, for bits of the blonde boy's fringe was sticking out from under his beanie, resting in the way of his sight.

Harry, being the romantic (maybe not so romantic) gentleman that he was, reached up with delicate fingers and gave a gentle sweep, tucking the protruding hairs back under the beanie.

Draco looked mildly startled but didn't comment on it. "Oh, I've got some galleons in my pocket, but I don't mind where we go."

Harry looked around and spotted a shop he thought would be perfect for the two of them. "How about some tea at Madam Puddifoot's? Is that alright?" Draco hummed in agreement and the pair took a right to Madam Puddifoot's. Harry opened the door for Draco, and stepped in after him. He undid the buttons on his coat and untied his scarf, feeling warmer in the heated room. The aroma of tea assaulted their noses, but Draco found it a rather calming smell.