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#really freaking annoying to be paying for my artwork to be shipped back to me when they're the ones that need to cover that
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beetlegoose01 · 3 years
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boys keep swinging (request)
AN: This was a request from my Archive account! Thank you so much @ bambi steve who requested “Drarry AU where Harry is a rock star and Draco is an instagram model. I decided to post it on here, since a lot of people seem to love Drarry. This is my first time writing for this ship so forgive me if they seem OOC or weird.
Title is reference to a David Bowie song.
Word Count: 935
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"Great show, guys!" Harry grinned at his band, cheeks flushed from adrenaline. Backstage, they were all sweaty from the performance, makeup completely wiped off during the run. But they were pleased, still hearing their crowds of fans screaming from behind the curtains. It was a joy performing, hearing their names being cheered on by thousands of adoring- mostly teenagers but some young adults.
Harry's wild black hair was tied up in an electric blue bandanna and his outfit was casual ripped trousers and a tank top. His other band members had similar attire.
The Golden Trio was an indie group, a band that everyone seemed to have heard of, since their music was played constantly. Harry was lead singer and played bass, Hermione sang backup and played electric guitar, and Ron was the drummer.
"It wasn't bad, eh?" Ron smirked proudly. His flaming red hair was soaked with sweat, exhausted but happy.
"You were significantly off beat during the final chorus." Hermione said, removing her electric guitar and placing it snug in its case.
"Well you were a bit pitchy!" Ron retorted.
She scoffed. "You know I wasn't."
Ron and Hermione had an odd relationship. Rivals but also best friends. Constantly at each other's throats but still hugging after every show- while Harry just watched awkwardly.
"Guys," Harry stopped their bickering, already irritated. "Cut it out."
Ron shot Hermione one last glare which she promptly replied with a silent scowl.
"All right Harry?" Luna, their manager greeted as she opened the door. She smiled dreamily. "There are screaming fans outside. Something about a meet n' greet with you all. "
"Ah yes, my adoring fans." Ron joked, nudging Harry with his elbow. Hermione simply rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, piss off." Harry chuckled. "C'mon, you lot."
They cheerfully exited the stage door. As Luna had said, there was a large clump of fans behind a rope, chattering amongst themselves and then shrieking as Harry, Ron and Hermione entered.
They were used to this of course, so each of them broke off and started to sign posters, cards, artwork, and in Ron's case an old fish and chips bag. (The girl in question apparently forgot to bring her poster.)
Harry signed a few posters, taking time to speak with as many individuals as possible. He loved his fame, loved his fans and the glory that came with it but he also loved connecting with people. He stopped for the next fan, a young man who was significantly taller than he was.
"Hi there!" He said, not really paying attention. "What can I sign for..." He paused, eyes focusing on the man in question. "...you...?" A light bulb went off in his head, at last registering who he was.
He was tall and slender, with a pointed face and pronounced cheek bones. He was ghostly pale, but his cheeks were rosy and flushed, no doubt from the crowds of people. His hair was unbelievably blonde, nearly white as snow.
Dear God. He knew this man.
Harry's voice caught in his throat. Draco Fucking Malfoy. Only the fittest bloke on Instagram. Memories flashed of mindlessly scrolling, liking a particularly attractive picture of the model posing in a tight swimsuit, golden hair slicked back, his well defined muscles exposed as he had a serene, flirtatious expression.
And now he's standing right in front of him.
Gay thoughts off, Potter. He's wearing clothes now at least. So what if he's a fan? Pretend you don't know him.
"Hey! Hi..." Draco said easily. "This poster, if you could? I'm a huge fan."
"Yeah...me too." Harry uttered, eyes locked on Draco's silver eyes. "I mean not a fan of me, obviously. That would be really narcissistic." He chuckled awkwardly. "No I meant...well..."
Draco laughed. "Tongue twisted a bit there, Potter?" He handed the poster towards him. Their fingertips brushed together briefly.
He blushed, mortified. "No, erm, um I think I've seen your instagram. You're Draco Malfoy, right?"
Stunned, Draco's eyebrows raised up. "Yes, I am. You've...seen my instagram? Are you serious?"
Harry nodded quickly. "I absolutely love it!"
"You're kidding. That's ...mental. That's amazing. Thank you." His eyes were twinkling.
"No problem." Harry said lamely, handing back the poster. "Thanks for coming!"
He ducked away, signing the next few posters and hoping Draco wouldn't notice him scurry off.
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It's now or never.
His thumb was hovering over Draco's profile, debating on hitting the message icon. Would that be too odd? Most likely.
He stared at the bright screen, nibbling at his lip. If he didn't do it, he would surely regret it. So he tapped it twice.
[Hey! Thanks for coming to the show tonight, loved meeting you.]
And sent.
He put his phone down, waiting. A few minutes passed.
Seen 12:32am.
Damn. Maybe it was weird. He'd be surprised if Draco hadn't replied. Maybe the orange heart emoji was too forward.
Bzzzt!
He jolted awake with a loud snort, not recalling when he dozed off. His phone had buzzed. He picked it up, placed his glasses on and opened the message.
[Sorry I didn't respond I was freaking out in my flat and annoying my roommate with my shouting. Hi! Omg! I cant believe ur texting me rn!!!]
Harry smiled softly.
Another message from Draco. [I lvoed it so much, I cant belive im met uou!!]
[I'm so happy to hear that! I really enjoyed meeting you and I was wondering if we could perhaps meet for coffee?]
[ongjfjdjdjdjs YES!!! I mean yeah that sounds fantastic!]
Harry grinned, thinking of Draco as he drifted back to sleep.
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