Routinely Unroutine -Drarry-

Chp.3 : same time tomorrow?

  AN :

1. Everything Harry Potter still doesn't belong to me 🙄 (ikr what's taking me so long?)

2. Constructive criticism is deeply appreciated but hate is not. I'm fragile okay? Don't be a meanie bitch.

3. Please enjoy my story!

   It was the end of the day and Harry was in his cubicle, leaning back on his chair to stretch. He had done paperwork all day long as was looking forward to 5pm where he would get up and make a beeline home. As he stretched, he mulled over the happenings of that morning. He had come out to Malfoy of people, and had some how made peaceful conversation with him. Any one walking by would have never been able to guess their past relations and hardships. He also thought over how Dra- no, Malfoy, had admitted to being gay himself. What Harry was stuck on the most though, was Malfoy's reaction to his outfit.

   As he latched his hands behind his head, still leaning back on his chair with his green sweater rolled up to reveal his tight jeans, Harry's mind trailed off to thinking about Malfoy's gaze on him that morning, staring unashamedly at everything his eyes could take in. Harry didn't want to pat himself on the back (he did), but he praised himself in his choice of clothes that morning. All that time he spent picking through his closet, and the mess he was going to clean up when he got home was worth it, because Malfoy's eyes on him was definitely something he could get used to. 

  Harry was so lost in his thoughts that it took a few knocks and a clearing of a throat for him to notice someone at the entrance of his cubicle.

"Uhm, Pottah? You alright?"

Harry startled in his chair and almost fell off, before catching himself and getting properly seated again.

"Uh- Yeah, yeah, sorry bout that. Just drifted off a tad."

Harry said with a breathy laugh. Malfoy leaned against the door frame and looked at Harry.

"Gosh, who's got you so deep in thought that I had to knock 4 times??"

I'm jealous of them, Malfoy failed to add.

"I bet ten sickles it's Thomas. He's always with you."

"It's not Dean, Malfoy. Stop making weird accusations, I don't want to look at Dean in that way. And pipe down will you? I really don't need the whole department finding out I'm bent."

Harry said, leaning forward in his chair towards Malfoy and keeping his voice down. Malfoy leaned forward as well, closer to Harry so he could whisper, 

"Well then who was it?"

Harry's breath hitched realizing their faces were formidably close now.

"No one."

"Liar."

Harry scoffed and looked away, scooting his chair back a little so he wouldn't be tempted to just lean forward and take Malfoy's pretty pink lips on his own. What was with that anyway? How were they so perfect?? Damn it he was getting lost in his thoughts again. 

"You come in to my cubicle, with no apparent reason, and you dare accuse me of lying? Wowwwww Malfoy. That's low even for you."

"I do, in-fact, have a reason. But now that you've decided to be a ponce maybe I'll just head home with out asking you."

Malfoy stated with a roll of his eyes and made a move to leave when harry grabbed his arm. Asking him what? He was curious now.

"Asking me what? You can't just say things like that and leave Malfoy. That's called teasing."

Malfoy turned back to Harry, glancing down at the firm grip on his forearm and turned his gaze back up to Harry's with a little smirk.

"Fine. I was going to ask if you- "

Malfoy closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"If you'd like to meet at the cafe again tomorrow morning. Same time same place?"

Harry was momentarily taken aback, but was soon grinning like a maniac, nodding with a little giggle.

"Yes, Malfoy. I'll gladly join you"

Malfoy sighed an audible sigh of relief and smiled at Harry's reaction. So cute.

"Alright then. See you tomorrow I guess."

Harry nodded, and let Malfoy's arm go, not realizing he'd still been holding to it, and watched as Malfoy walked towards the elevator, most likely to head home.

Harry sighed and folded his arms on his desk to lay his head down. He couldn't seem to wipe the grin on his face as he looked forward to his "date" with Malfoy tomorrow. He daydreamed of the following morning all the way back to his flat, as he ate his Chinese takeout that barely passed as a healthy dinner, as he brushed his teeth, as crawled in bed, and as he slept.