Harry discovers Grindr and realises that he can screen his hook-ups according to his specific...needs.
What happens when he finds himself staring at Draco Malfoy when he arrives for his first foray into dating apps.
Started out as pure smut, but the...
You're the one making me do this, seething, pacing the goddamn park after having just witnessed that disgusting display of adorable you and he put on all afternoon.
He's not the one who hit you with the spell, you moron — I want to yell at you and scream at him and demand why I'm the one watching you instead of having you because the app has been on your goddamn phone for weeks now and I know it works because it's been tested and tweaked and perfected and all those other motherfuckers who've purchased the app are falling in love meanwhile I'm here, watching as you emerge from the building looking so infuriatingly blissed out and happy and I want to fucking puke, all over that assholes shoes, preferably, watching as you keep looking at each other, smiling and laughing and it's watching you with Ben all over again and why is he touching you right now, because you should be mine so why are you letting him touch you and did he just kiss you because I've already seen enough of that today.
I'm being careful to follow at a distance, a Tracking charm making sure I don't lose you as we cut through both Green and St. James parks and continue along Birdcage Walk, passing under the illuminated shadow of Big Ben where now you turn and kiss him like neither of you can go a whole goddamn ten minutes without being attached at the lips and now I'm seeing red because how is the app not working and how am I still nothing and how do you still act like I don't even exist when you were looking right at me when the app went into your phone and activated but still, somehow, the two of you have to pause and kiss no fewer than five times in the five fucking minutes it takes to cross Westminster Bridge, and I don't even have to guess where you're headed because it's nearing sunset and that giant monstrosity they call the London Fucking Eye is looming up ahead and of course you need to keep throwing in my face how smitten the two of you are by watching the sun set over the fucking Thames from the top of the fucking wheel where I just know you'll both waste the view and the effort with your kissing and staring into each other's eyes because I know that's what I would fucking do in his position and it's just not fair because this is supposed to be me, you're supposed to be with me and....
I pause to take a few deep breaths.
No use getting overly upset and calling attention to myself.
I hunker up to the railing overlooking the Thames, joining other Londoners and tourists alike gathered for an early evening stroll, and pull out a pack of crumpled cigarettes.
I need to think.
To figure out what the fuck is going on here.
Because something is going on, and I'm going to figure it out.
I've been waiting for you for too long.
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Sunday Evening 20 September 2009 Harry's POV
"I can see your flat," I informed Draco, leaning back against him and looking out at London sprawled out before us in the golden light of the sunset.
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