Au where Draco speaks broken English because his first language is French. And when he’s trying to intimidate Harry or he’s angry or frustrated he’ll go into French and Harry most certainly does not find it hot ok Ron shut up-
follow up where Harry purposely fucks with Draco just to hear him speak French.
And Draco figures it out in like fourth year.
And so whenever Harry is doing something vaguely important like steering the potion seven times clockwise- yes Ron, seven times. Look it says so right here, you can hear Draco mutter something in French just loud enough for Harry to hear and Harry will just drop whatever he’s holding.
And then one time he turns around, not sure if he is just hearing things at this point.
And he just forgets how to English
Because Draco Malfoy speaking French is one thing, but Draco Malfoy speaking French in just his trousers and dress shirt with hair that had become messy due to the steam from the cauldron, was another thing.
Ayes
Omg please I need this badly. All of this. More.
Sign me the fUCK UP
“Je pense toujours à toi.”
Harry froze, a shiver running up his spine as the delicate mummer of words ran round and round his head until he couldn’t think of anything else but them. He swallowed and slowly turned around.
Malfoy’s eyes flicked from him down to his cauldron and Harry forgot how to breathe as Malfoy’s hair fluttered down into his eyes, loose and curling slightly from the steam. He had pulled his tie loose and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing a triangle of pale skin, the slightest shadow of his collarbone.
“How many times do we stir it?” Ron asked. When Harry didn’t respond, his elbowed him hard in the ribs.
Harry yelped and turned back, glaring at his friend, “What?”
Ron rolled his eyes and muttered, “Quit molesting Malfoy with your eyes.”
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