(I do not own Harry Potter, that's JK. Rowling's honor also If I owned it, Drarry would be cannon. Hope you enjoy and the M rating is for chapter 3 and the end of chapter 2.)
When Harry first noticed Draco as more than an enemy the war was already over, and when he finally did notice him, it was all he could do not to see him everywhere. He saw Draco's eyes, as steely grey as his cold persona, in the sky on a cloudy day. He saw Draco's skin, pale and white in the snow that fell gently outside the window in his flat. He even saw Draco's lips in the roses he'd planted in the garden. He could even smell him, the soft scent of the cold, a warm smoking fire, the potion ingredients he used and the scent of pine. It was unbelievable the things he could remember from his childish collisions with him. He was so focused on seeing Draco everywhere, his every thought focused on the blonde that he almost missed him when he encountered him in Diagon Alley. But there he was, bottle blonde and...perfect. Tall slender and striking. High cheekbones his hair no longer slicked back, but slightly tousled. It would have been perfect if He had not been holding the hand of one Blaise Zambini.
Harry swallowed his hurt and pride as he walked towards them. Draco was cordial whereas Blaise was overbearing and a stereotypical "jealous boyfriend". After a few minutes of polite conversation, Harry said good-bye, but not before Draco invited him to lunch the next afternoon to which he quickly and graciously accepted. He could barely contain his heart, which was beating loudly enough for the entire world to hear.
Harry quickly made his way into the empty apparation alley, and making sure he was alone and did a victory dance. It didn't take long however before the realization came over him that Draco was with someone, someone that wasn't him. What had he been thinking? Perfect Draco would have had suitors jumping at his throat from the moment he was single. Harry didn't have a chance. He was relatively short (About 5'8" because of those damn Dursleys keeping him in a cupboard), thin, and pale with sharp joints. He had let his hair grow out a bit which didn't help with his untameable and perpetual bedhead, and yet Draco had asked him to lunch, with his aristocratic boyfriend. Harry swore under his breath before apparating back to work. Just let tomorrow come, he told himself before throwing himself back into work.
The next day he finds Draco and Blaise waiting for him at the designated cafe. They all ordered (It was Draco's treat for them all) and they talked until the dinner rush. Well Draco and Harry talked more or less, Blaise spent most of the time looking murderous, staring down at Harry's tiny frame. He felt uneasy, but was too focused on Draco to let what could be his only chance to talk to him so he ignored the stare and continued to animatedly chat with Draco. However the entire time he felt the stare burning him, and his gut churned in warning, 'I need to be careful around Blaise,' Harry thought , glancing beside him to see Blaise's hard, narrow eyes. 'He's dangerous.'
Over the next few weeks Harry continued to meet with Draco for coffee, most times Blaise joined them, but on occasion, Draco was alone and Harry treasured those days above all else.
One afternoon, Draco was alone, but he was different somehow. He was tenser than he normally was, but his expression was relaxed and casual on the surface but the anxiety could be seen roiling below the surface. It was how he had looked all of their sixth term.
Harry sat down at their table, suddenly nervous as he stared at Draco. Draco cleared his throat and Harry could see his calm shell cracking.
"Harry, I-" Draco swallowed, "Harry Blaise and I broke up," he said abruptly.
Harry looked taken aback, the couple had always seemed so irritatingly happy. He tried to feel remorse for the two but he couldn't help how his heart wanted to beat out of his chest or that his face wanted to break out into a wide grin.
"Oh, erm, I'm sorry Draco, I thought you two were happy," Harry said, deliberately masking his joy.
"We were," Draco started.
"Then why did you break up?" Harry interrupted.
"Oh, be quiet for one second Potter! I broke up with Blaise because I don't want Blaise anymore! I want you!" Draco spat out, then stopped, wide eyed he covered his mouth.
"What?" Harry whispered.
"I-I've got to go," Draco said abruptly and started to stand but Harry grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
"You aren't going anywhere!" Harry said, forcing him to sit again.
Draco looked at him warily, "You're not angry?"
"Well, I am a little, but in my defense, I've spent the past few weeks pretending to be happy seeing another man on your arm, and you did just try to walk out on our first date."
"Date?" Draco breathed, searching Harry's face and eyes for any sign of a lie.
"Yes, date," Harry said matter-of-factly. "In fact I've been waiting for th-" He was interrupted by the feeling of lips pressed against his own,'Draco,' his mind supplied as he breathed in the heady scent. He was melting. He could feel the world disappearing until there was only him and Draco, and their closeness, and the way they fit so beautifully together. The kiss must have only lasted a moment but it felt like years until it was over and then it felt too short.
Harry grinned, "Good now we're on the same page," Draco hit his arm but laughed and wrapped his fingers around Harry's hand as he called the waiter over and they ordered their usual. Things could not be more perfect.