So why was everyone looking at him like that just because he had decided to borrow one of Draco shirts? He could look good with fancy clothes too, right? Harry just wished Pansy would stop staring at him like she had x-ray view. He'd often show up wearing his knitted red sweater with a big golden H on the front and no one batted an eyelid anymore.

Now,' he simply said, turned on his heels and walked towards the toilet.ĭraco always stole Harry's clothes. After registering all that, Draco's gaze was drawn to Harry's eyes, whose colour outdid the shirt's, huge and bright and glasses free. It took Draco a whole minute probably to notice that Harry wasn't wearing glasses, too busy taking in his brushed (brushed!) back hair, his toned chest and arms perfectly hugged by the emerald silk and the shining smile he was darting at him. He had dark hair, elegantly sleeked back, and was wearing a silk green shirt – wait, didn't Draco have a shirt like that? Then Luna nudged the guy, he turned around and. When he entered the pub for their little eighth year get together, the first thing he noticed was a stranger sat at their table. This time he had thought: 'Fuck it' and dressed for comfort, not to impress. He always showed up wearing expensive clothes, but the others were extremely casual, so he'd learned his lesson. So, for tonight's dinner at the pub, he'd decided to wear one of his favourites, a burgundy jumper that was super warm.