Copy of a Copy of a Copy ✔️

Chapter 7

If Draco thought he was nervous before, he was terrified now. Harry insisted that they go shopping the muggle way, and Draco had no idea how he would hold up in a car. His mother was also giving him sly looks as he fussed over his outfit.

"Just tell me what you have to say already Mother," he snapped.

"Oh nothing, I just hope that you have fun on your date."

Draco immediately started sputtering.

"Date? I think I would know if I was going on a date, Mother."

"Would you?"

"What exactly do you know that I don't?," he asked with narrowed eyes.

"Perhaps I'm wrong then," she said airily. "I just sense something."

"You're just making me more nervous. Potter and I are barely even friends, so I don't know what you think you're sensing."

"Wear the blue shirt, it brings out your eyes."

"Thank you Mother," Draco replied with a sigh, grabbing the blue shirt anyway.

Soon enough, it was time to floo over to Potter's.

"Be safe my darling, have a wonderful time."

"I'm hoping to."

Draco wasn't sure what he was expecting when he once again stepped into Potter's living room, but it wasn't him sprawled across his couch in ripped trousers and a well-fitting t-shirt.

"Do you need anything before we head out?," Harry asked, standing up and stretching.

"No, I don't think so. I'm a bit anxious about the car ride, I won't lie to you."

"I'm a very safe driver, I promise. If you're really uncomfortable we can just apparate somewhere."

"I'll be okay, thank you."

"Shall we?," Harry asked with a goofy grin, extending an arm out for Draco to take.

"We shall."

"You look really good in that shirt by the way."

"Oh, erm, thank you Potter."

"I'll have to find you shirts in blue tones now."

"And I apparently have to find you ripped trousers?"

"They're jeans, which I think you'd also look really good in."

"If you insist upon this then I have my measurements for you too."

"Brilliant!"

Harry helped Draco up into the passenger seat of his car, closing the door behind him. After putting on his seatbelt, he adjusted his mirrors.

"I made a playlist of all of the similar music that I noticed we had, along with some things I thought you might like," Harry said, his cheeks turning red as he avoided eye contact.

"Well aren't you sweet?," Draco asked with a grin, covering up the feeling of his stomach doing flips.

As Harry showed him how to choose what songs to play, Draco felt his feelings for the other man grow fonder against his will. Clearly, Harry had spent hours trying to make sure Draco would feel comfortable.

"I must say Potter, you have excellent taste."

"I'm glad someone thinks so. Are you alright if we head off now? It's about a half hour drive."

Despite Draco's reassurances to Harry, he still squeaked involuntarily once Harry shifted into drive.

"Would it make you feel better if I said the car was warded and covered in protection spells?"