Drarry Oneshots 2

A Man Like Harry Potter

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Summary: Yes, Harry is gorgeous — that's already been established.

Harry is gorgeous. That's it.

With all the polar opposites and all the similar resemblances — no one, begrudgingly, knows a man like Harry Potter.

Author:  pottahmalfoy (on ao3)

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No one knows a man like Harry Potter.

He's mysterious. He's cold, sometimes hot. He's nice, sometimes bastard. He's wise, sometimes smart. He's intense, sometimes profound.

He's a man without a heart but is not entirely ruthless. He's a man not without a mind though is not absolutely clever. He's a man without the gentleness but is with softness.

He's a man of conviction, action. He's man of his own principles.

He's the embodiment, incarnation, and living organism of the word cryptic.

That's that. Harry Potter. He's a man.

Come to think of it, all the adjectives true to mankind — gorgeous, gorgeous and gorgeous.

True, Harry is gorgeous — that's already given.

Yes, Harry is gorgeous — that's already been established.

Really, Harry is gorgeous — that's an endless cycle.

Harry is gorgeous. That's it.

With all the polar opposites and all the similar resemblances — no one, begrudgingly, knows a man like Harry Potter.

Not even one Draco Malfoy.

Though the reason? Definitely not important.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't. It doesn't matter if he doesn't know a man like Harry Potter.

Even beneath his incredible physique, charming facial attributes, and contrasting facial masks — Harry is oddly so captivating.

He doesn't know the man but he knows a man.

He assures he'll know him by the end, come what may.

ii.

"Hi, Harry"

Draco was barely given a glance as Harry passes by him to get to his house, carrying a bag of groceries.

Though there was no smile on his face, Draco can see the remnants of friendliness in his emerald eyes. He gazes sincere but not too showy. Dressed in comfortable knit sweaters to save him from the cold air and Draco's unrelenting stares.

Draco let the silence stretch for a bit longer as he looks at the man before him.

Masked. He can say that about him. Harry hides what he truly feels. Private about who he really is. Intense. There's the obvious intensity in his aura but bizarrely leveled out by conformity. Appealing. He's captivating. A feature about the man Draco can agree with others.

Harry is a man of routine. And by now, Draco had it memorized in mind.

On Mondays, he take out the trash. Cleans his yard and his car. On Tuesdays, takes care of his flowers and plants so softly, lovingly—Draco loves this routine. On Wednesdays, he goes grocery shopping. On Thursdays and Fridays, he exercises and works out. On Saturdays, he bakes pies and cakes. On Sundays, he sleep in.