Warnings: AU! Modern times. (I have no idea why this is considered a warning.).
"Potter!" The shouting of his name came followed by banging on his door.
Harry' eyes widened, the spoon still held tightly between his lips.
"Open this god damned door!" More banging.
Harry hurried to stash the ice-cream he was eating, throwing the blanket he was snuggled in over the side of the couch, changing the channel from the sappy romantic comedy he was watching and getting up, adjusting his oversized sweater and kicking his bunny slippers under the couch.
"Draco!" He greeted cheerfully when he opened the door, the other man sneered before barging in without invitation.
"Really, Potter?" He pulled out everything Harry had hidden and hit recall on the remote control. "I think I know you better than that."
Harry stood sheepishly fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater before he glared at the tall blonde, crossing his arms and huffing.
"I refuse to let you make me feel guilty for enjoying my weekend!"
"Potter," The blonde man sneered, looking down his nose at the petite brunette. "This is not what you do to enjoy your weekend, this is being a lazy slob." He said as he picked a bag of crisps from behind one of the couch cushions. "And you're wearing yoga pants, for gods sakes!"
"They make me feel comfortable." He mumbled.
"There should be a rule against wearing yoga pants when you're not exercising."
"What do you want, Draco?" The slightly younger man just rolled his eyes, he knew exactly what his friend thought about yoga pants and the blonde could rant like the best of 'em.
"Get dressed, we're going out." The blonde commanded, sitting on one the stools by the kitchen island.
"I have plans." Came the prompt response.
"What plans?!" He asked bewildered.
"Being lazy."
"I will not allow this, Potter!" Draco exclaimed indignantly, rising from his seat. "You will get your sexy ass dressed in something nice and we'll go to a party or so help me god I will nag you every hour of every day for an entire month and you know I will do it!"
Harry groaned, he knew very well what Draco was capable of, they've been friends before they could even walk probably because their parents were semi-related and worked together.
"Fine!" He huffed, walking towards his bedroom. "But let me tell you, I'll stay at that party for two hours and then I'll leave." He warned.
"Five hours." Draco demanded.
"Three." Harry bargained.
"Four."
"Four and a half."
"Deal!" Draco turned him around and gave his ass a slap before pushing him towards his bedroom.
Harry groaned again, he felt like the blonde won more than he did.
"Well, look at you Gorgeous!" Draco looked from the tight leather pant tucked into knee high boots with a slight heel and a loose emerald green silk shirt that was longer on the back than in front, the dorky glasses were gone and his shoulder hair was down from the previous bun. "If anyone ever saw a picture of you now and a picture of you half an hour ago, they wouldn't doubt that their photos of the same person!"
"Aw, Draco," Harry placed one hand against his cheek and the other on his heart. "You know exactly how to complement someone." The green eyes rolled sarcastically.
"Shut up, Potter." The blonde huffed, pushing Harry' phone and wallet in his hands before ushering him towards the door.
Harry sighed, sipping his drink and silently lamenting his relaxing evening eating ice-cream and lots of junk food that he'll probably regret it when he goes to the gym and the added weight will not doubt exhaust him, but still, he wants to get back to it, he had a whole marathon of rom-coms planned out.
"Hello," He turned towards the deep voice and promptly froze, his eyes tracing the extremely handsome man, expensively dressed in clothes that highlighted all the delicious muscles he was blessed with, till he reached amused blue eyes and blushed furiously.
"Hi," He greeted lamely, averting his eyes when the handsome stranger chuckled.
"Tom." He introduced, offering his hand and instead of shaking the slender hand, he kissed the back of it softly.
"'M Harry." Harry internally winced as he felt his face warm, undoubtedly covered in red blush. "Pleasure." He mumbled, taking a sip from his drink, trying to be less awkward.
"Tell me, Harry," Tom began as his eyes roamed the slim body, encased in unnecessary clothing, in front of him. "You don't seem to be enjoying the party."
"No, I am!" He blurted, his blush returning when the man pierced him with intense blue eyes that conveyed what the man thought of his lie. "Is it that obvious?" He muttered sheepishly.
"Not overtly, no." He smirked. "I've been paying attention." He winked, smirk turning into a grin when the blush spread down to the younger man' neck apparent from the open collar.
"At least that's good, wouldn't want the host to notice." He finished his drink and placed it on a pacing waiter's tray.
"You're familiar with the host?" Tom asked with a glint in his eyes while motioning to another waiter with a tray full of drinks over.
"Thanks," Harry smiled, taking one of the drinks. "And no, my friend Draco, the host is his senior or something." He shrugged, humming when the flavourful drink hit hit palette.
"Ah, I see." The older man nodded, looking around briefly before looking down. "So, you're a studying for a Masters in Finance as well?"
"No," Harry slightly ducked his head when he glimpsed a flash of platinum blonde passing behind Tom' back. "I'm studying Medicine, I know Draco from we were kids."
"I understa... what are you doing?" Tom looked down bewildered as the green eyed man ducked further down.
"I'm hiding from Draco." He whispered before peeking from behind Tom' larger frame and sighing in relief after straightening. "I'm safe." He grinned, showing Tom his adorable dimples.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Tom asked suddenly making green eyes widen in surprise, Tom' eyes focused on the pink, plump lips, waiting for an answer, which he was about to receive when another man peeked from behind him, focused on the short brunette.
"Harry!" He exclaimed. "I've been looking all over for you!"
Harry stood, slightly dazed not knowing who to reply to first, his friend or the extremely handsome man who seemed to be asking him out.
"I..." He stuttered.
"Draco," Tom greeted making the blonde notice him and the edge of steel making him chuckle nervously.
"Tom," He nodded in greeting. "Great party."
"Thank you, Draco." Tom smiled politely before turning to the horrified Harry. "Though, not all seem to think so."
"Oh," Draco looked between the two, noticing the increasing blush on his friends face and inwardly smirked. "Harry here, considers sitting on his couch in a baggy sweater and yoga pants while eating ice-cream and watching cheesy chick-flicks to be more enjoyable than going out."
"Draco!" Harry turned to his friend horrified, Draco smirking at him and wiggling his eyebrows when Tom turned to look at his friend.
"Is that so?" Tom asked flirtatiously. "I enjoy the same, every once in a while."
"Really?" Harry asked doubtfully with a raised eyebrow, embarrassment momentarily forgotten.
"More or less." He smirked, voice taking on a lower, more sensual voice. "Now, let's talk about tomorrow night, shall we?"
Harry blushed, looking at the other man from beneath his eyelashes coyly, maybe tonight wasn't such a waste after all.
Another long chapter, I hope you enjoy! I guess my mind is refusing to write anything less than a thousand words, which I'm very pleased about! Please leave a comment!