I Don't Care

Chapter 15

It was the first weekend of December, and Draco couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but something had shifted between him and Harry. It didn't shift in a bad way, things were just... different. Harry was always around him in some way, shape, or form, and always inviting him out to do things, just the two of them. If he didn't know better, he would say they were dates.

But that's the thing, he did know better, so he was trying to navigate very carefully through everything he was feeling towards Harry. Draco didn't deserve him anyway.

"Draco, are you ready?"

That was another thing. Unless Harry was teasing him, it was always Draco. Draco didn't know how to react to that, and called him Scarhead most of the time.

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Are you sure you won't be cold?"

"I'm fine Scarhead, if I get cold I know some strong warming charms."

"Whatever you say pumpkin," Harry replied with a grin, wrapping his arm around Draco's shoulders.

That's another thing. Harry had gotten so much more physical this last month. He would casually touch Draco, lean on his shoulder, have Draco lean against him. There was one time he even had Draco sitting on his lap in the common room so that Ron and Hermione could sit on the couch with them as they all studied for a Potions exam.

"Hogsmeade first? And then we can go see the muggle lights?"

"Are you sure you want to go with me to Hogsmeade? You remember what happened last time right?"

"Draco, they write about me every single time I go out, this is nothing new. But if you don't want to go-"

"Fuck it. Let's go."

The trip started out fine, but Harry was right. Draco should have grabbed his scarf. It has started to snow, which Draco wasn't expecting.

"Here," Harry offered, removing his scarf and wrapping it around Draco's neck. "Perfect. Have I told you that red is your color?"

"You'll be cold."

"You'll just have to keep me warm then won't you?," Harry asked with a grin, looping Draco's arm through his own. "The light displays here are so pretty."

"I'm excited to see the muggle ones."

"Next Christmas we'll go to New York and see Times Square. I promise."

"That would be nice," Draco replied, but he wouldn't hold Harry to a silly promise made on a whim.

Harry told Draco about all of the places he would like to visit one day, with Draco telling Harry about his travels in France as they looked at all of the Christmas displays.

"Would you show me around one day? Maybe this summer? I don't know what your plans are, but it would be nice I think."

"Let me know after graduation if you still think that."

"Did I do something wrong?," Harry asked with a frown, grabbing both of Draco's hands in his own.

And wasn't Harry a sight, looking earnestly at Draco under the glow of the Christmas lights, snow gently falling around him.

"No, nothing wrong. I just don't know what I'll be doing, that's all. I would honestly love to go with you."

"Then we will."

Harry didn't release Draco's hand, and Draco was terrified. He knew what would be said, and he didn't think he could take it.

"You promised I could try hot apple cider?," Draco asked, pushing the panic from his voice.