where Harry just works out on his videos, and Draco’s DEFINITELY a fan. And I would imagine Draco is a beauty guru because of course, he is.
Draco wasn’t really sure how it happened. One minute he was watching one of his fellow beauty gurus review the latest palette from one of Draco’s favorite makeup brands, and the next he’d fallen down the rabbit hole of suggested videos. Half a dozen makeup vlogs, a drama video about some guru Draco had never heard of, and a vine compilation later Draco had found himself face to face with his new obsession.
Harry’s Workout Vlogs.
In the three videos Draco had watched in two hours, Draco had learned that the man in question (the very fit man) lived in London, and worked as a member of Scotland Yard. His channel had started as a challenge to showcase his progress while he trained, and he had gained a great deal of followers in a short amount of time. Draco could see why. The bronzed half-naked Adonis (for he often worked out in just basketball shorts, and tight lycra pants that accentuated his leg muscles filmed 20-45 minute vlogs simply of him working out. The first one Draco had watched, had included Harry doing pushups, squat thrusts, and situps, all while the camera (Draco suspected he had a cameraman) followed him around his home gym. Draco had salivated as he watched video after video of the man working out. Quickly subscribing and resisting the urge to like every single video the man posted.
In his recent videos, the well-muscled man had begun sporting a messy black bun, and a bit of a beard that made Draco inconsolably aroused, and in need of a cold shower.
Following Harry’s YouTube channel had led to some light Instagram stalking where Draco had learned the man was single, despite a pretty redhead who often worked out with him, and whom Draco suspected was Harry’s ex. Draco had also learned the man was the king of thirst traps. His Insta contained more than a few photos of him in just a towel tagged #postworkoutshower.
It was all Draco could do not to drool, as he followed all the man’s social media accounts and deep in the rabbit hole of Harry’s Instagram. Draco was beginning to worry for his mental health and decided now was good a time as any to play around with some new makeup he’d received in PR.
Draco loved makeup. Ever since he was a little boy Draco had always enjoyed playing around in his mother’s vanity, putting on her lipstick and blush. He’d considerably upgraded since then. A modeling contract for a clothing company, his own palette collab coming in the next year, and being on the PR list for MAC had all made Draco feel particularly thrilled about his YouTube career as of late.
Draco turned on his camera, adjusting his overlarge sweater so it fell off his left shoulder, and pushed his mid-length blond hair behind his ear.
“ Hey guys, it’s Draco,” he began. “Today I really wanted to play around with some brand new makeup,” he said, holding up the multitude of items he’d received in PR. “I know you guys have been asking me for a live vlog and a collab, rest assured, both are coming. I actually have a secret collab project I’m working one with one of my favorite beauty gurus but in the meantime. Let’s play with this new primer,” he said holding up the glass bottle as he pumped it into his hand and began to rub it over his face. “I don’t know about you all but I recently fell down this YouTube rabbit hole, and I’ve become ob-sessed with this workout YouTuber,” Draco smirked. “I didn’t even know this was a thing! This fit dude HarrysWorkout Channel or something, just like, works out for half an hour or so. Not even talking, like there’s some Weird Sister’s type music playing in the background, but it’s fascinating,” Draco had moved onto the new foundation that he was showing off before he put it on. “I’m not even sure how this got recommended to me but holy shit is it everything. And speaking of everything, this foundation is literally everything right now,” he stared at his perfect complexion in the monitor as he filmed and hummed. “Perfection,” he made a little kissy face before he continued with the rest of his makeup routine.
Several hours later, Draco had posted the video, and within 20 minutes it had received a hundred thousand views and several thousand comments. Draco smirked as he scrolled through them quickly.
I have to see this now. One comment read.
Link!!! read another.
Draco, I LOVE that palette you recommended, also I just got into workout YouTube. HarrysWorkout tho, Hot damn!
Draco smirked, liking that particular comment before he went to check his Instagram and noticed a new DM. Draco sighed, wondering what fan had decided to DM him now when he saw the name. @ HarryWorksout, Draco nearly screamed as went to his DM’s to find the message from Harry.
HarryWorksOut: Just saw you mentioned me in your latest vid. Thanks. 🙂
Draco could almost scream.
HarryWorksOut: Subscribed by the way 😉
Draco did scream then.
DracosWorld: To a beauty channel?
HarryWorksOut: I can’t like pretty things?
Draco thought he might faint, as he typed away furiously.
Dracosworld: Well, as long as that pretty thing is me and my channel I suppose I can tolerate it. lol.
HarryWorksOut: More you than your channel actually.
Draco stared at his phone, disbelieving. Was this really happening right now?
HarryWorksOut: Actually I was wondering if we couldn’t do a little collab?
Draco snorted.
DracosWorld: I shockingly don’t work out. And you don’t strike me as the makeup type.
HarryWorksout: Lol. Sometimes I do non-workout videos. My fans have been beginning me to do a speaking video. Something about wanting to hear my voice I guess.
Draco considered this. He could certainly see the appeal. He’d bet anything his voice was low and strong like Harry himself was.
DracosWorld: What did you have in mind?
HarryWorksOut: Hmm. I guess just a get to know you vlog or something? Or you could take me somewhere to get a less workouty wardrobe.
Dracosworld: Lol. Idk the workout gear seems to be getting you pretty far.
HarryWorksOut: True, but I want to have something nice to wear for like, dates and stuff, and business meetings. My manager’s been getting tons of offers for workout sponsorships, and clothes deals, I want to look profesh you know.
DracosWorld: Start by never saying, profesh again. I suppose I can help you. Any specific time?
Draco ignored the date part of the question.
HarryWorksOut: I’m free Saturday.
Draco hated how eager he felt as he typed back the swift reply.
DracosWorld: I can move some things around. Saturday will be fine. I’ll come to you since I’m all the way in Wiltshire.
HarryWorksOut: It’s a date.
DracosWorld: How very presumptuous to assume I’m both gay and the least bit interested.
Draco wanted to laugh at himself. Too bad his humor had gone unappreciated. Draco sighed reading the response.
HarryWorksOut: Oh. Sorry. I guess, I just thought. You know… beauty guru and all. Plus I was pretty sure you talked about your ex-boyfriend once.
Draco was impressed, that had been almost two years ago now.
DracosWorld: How long have you been subscribed to my channel exactly?
He needn’t have asked, he could always look it up.
HarryWorksOut: Long enough.
DracosWorld: Fine, it’s a date. But I’ll not be working out, so just forget it.
HarryWorksOut: 🙂 Can’t wait, Draco. Love the sass by the way.
Draco grinned at his phone like an idiot. He had a date, with a fit as fuck YouTuber, who he’d get to dress. What more could he ask for?
PART II
The rest of the week passed dreadfully slowly for Draco. He managed to move from DMing to texting Harry, almost nightly leading up to the date, and in that time he’d learned quite a bit more about the man. Like how Harry had joined Scotland Yard because his father had been a detective who had been brutally murdered when Harry was young. His mother had raised him largely alone for many years until she’d remarried his High School Chemistry teacher, Mr. Snape. Harry hadn’t liked the man in school but he’d been good to Harry’s mother and so Harry had been able to forgive his less than stellar teaching skills. He’d also learned that Harry, like him, was an only child.
As Saturday approached, Draco found himself feeling increasingly nervous for his upcoming date though he didn’t know why. Draco had dated lots of fit blokes in the past, and more than a few YouTubers. But there was something about Harry that Draco couldn’t help but find enthralling. He was different, though Draco couldn’t say how.
That morning, Draco awoke promptly at 6 to get ready. He was almost tempted to go for a run, as Harry might do, and found himself instead pulling on joggers and a hoodie to walk briskly to Starbucks for a venti soy-Frappuccino, extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce, and a donut. Vaguely Draco wondered if Harry would be the sort of health-obsessed man who would judge him for not being the healthiest eater. He’d experienced it once before, and Draco wasn’t sure he could handle hating Harry’s guts before they even managed their first proper date because he was judging his eating habits.
By the time he’d reached the Manor, Draco had finished his donut and a quarter of his drink. Sighing happily, he bound up the stairs to his bedroom and made his way into his closet to pick out an outfit for his date later that afternoon. Draco wasn’t sure what it meant that they’d agreed to a lunch date, but considering they were planning to film, Draco supposed that it made sense.
Pulling out his phone, Draco took a picture of several outfits laid out on his bed and shot a text to Pansy.
DM: Got a lunch date with a fellow YouTuber. We’re collabing too, not sure if this is a business date or a date-date, or both.
Draco swore under his breath. How long had it even been since he’d been on a date? A year? Two? His last serious relationship seemed like it had been an eternity ago, and his last shag… Draco didn’t dare think about it. He was dedicated to his work and his love life had collapsed accordingly. His ex, didn’t want to be a YouTube celebrity or with one. It was too much pressure, he’d said. Draco had almost convinced him to stay a little while longer when a fan had found Draco’s address and showed up at the Manor unannounced. Horrified, both by the fan and Draco’s signing an autograph before calling the police, his boyfriend had left.
Draco had been single ever since.
PP: Depends. The grey one says business, but the black one says you wanna be shagged. Pick your poison. You’ll look hot either way babe.
Draco smiled at his phone. He adored his friend Pansy. The two had practically grown up together, and as such, she had featured in many of his videos over the last few years through his rise to fame. Draco looked at the black outfit, a black button-down with tight black slacks, and black Oxfords. He considered a cardigan for a little pop of color. Or a smart vest. No no, vests are out! Draco chastised, he turned back to the closet staring at the array of ties hanging there. An emerald green with silver accents called out to him. Green always had been his favorite color, and silver brought out his eyes.
Walking back to his phone Draco typed another question to Pansy.
DM: Should I bring Greg to film? If it’s a date-date that’s awkward. But if it’s a business date and I don’t bring I camera guy I’m stuck dealing with filming myself, which doesn’t look as good and makes it harder to shop.
PP: Why don’t you ask your loverboy?
Draco rolled his eyes.
DM: Then he’ll assume I think it’s a date-date, and he’ll think me desperate.PP: Aren’t you?
DM: Cow!
PP: I’m getting shagged on a regular basis. Can you say the same?
Draco groaned. Pansy was right of course, the bitch. Draco switched over to his conversation with Harry and tried to think of the best way to phrase it so it would sound casual.
DM: I know we talked about a collab, should I bring my camera guy Greg?
Draco waited, feeling as though the world were moving in slow motion as the typing bubble appeared on his iPhone and Draco waited for Harry’s message to come through.
HP: Sure. Did you want to film separate vids for both our channels? And if so, what should we do for yours?
Draco considered this. They couldn’t simply post the same video on each of their channels, which meant they would have to do something special for Draco’s audience of five million makeup watchers.
DM: Would it be weird to like, do push-ups with me on your back while I try to do my makeup?
HP: I’m certain I could manage. 😉
DM: Sounds like a new challenge. Doing my makeup on a fitness guru’s back. I’ll have to come up with better phrasing than that but you get my drift.
HP: Push-up Makeup Challenge.
DM: Oooh I like it. You really have been watching my channel.
HP: My ex is a big fan. She learned how to do winged eyeliner watching your vids.
DM: I’m so proud.
By 9:30, Draco was dressed to the nines, showered, his hair styled perfectly so as to look effortless. He had debated wearing makeup, justifying that while he wouldn’t normally do so on a date, at least not to an obvious extent, it felt out of character for him not to do so for a video.
He’d had settled for a ‘no-makeup’ makeup look. BB cream, light concealer, a light, nude eye, and a pink lip that matched his perfectly but still gave him a bit more of a pronounced pout. Draco topped it off with a generous spritz of MAC Fix+ and made his way down the stairs to his car.
He picked up Greg first, stopping at his cameraman’s flat before the two started off, into the city. Halfway through the drive, Draco’s phone rang. It was Harry.
“Hey Dray,” Harry’s voice came through the car’s speakers. Thus far they’d only called each other a handful of times, though Harry had not to Draco’s knowledge ever called him Dray before. Greg quirked an eyebrow at him, but Draco shook his head. “I got reservations at the restaurant first. Then I figured we could go down to Bon Street do a bit of shopping.”
“Reservations?” Draco repeated.
“We gotta eat, and I figured you can’t just take Draco Malfoy to a chip shop.” Harry teased.
Draco laughed. “I suppose I do cultivate that image don’t I?”
“You live in a mansion in Wiltshire.”
“Manor,” Draco corrected. “It’s a family property. It’s not as if I bought it myself.”
“Meanwhile I live in a flat near the station.”
“Oh please, you love being able to jog to work,” Draco said. Harry hummed on the other end of the line. “I’ve thought about moving to London proper, but my whole life is in Wiltshire, you know?” This was mostly true. Draco’s parents were still in Wiltshire. His friends, not including Greg, had all moved to London the moment they’d gone to college. It was more convenient they’d reasoned. Wiltshire was too far from everything, it was a world away from everyone else. That was, Draco thought, part of its appeal.
“Oh yeah. I grew up in Surrey so it was kind of hard to move away.” Draco knew Harry had moved for his ex. The two had been high school sweethearts who had realized after six months of living together in college that it wasn’t going to work out. Draco couldn’t help but feel good about that fact, though he didn[t want to think too hard on why. “Can’t wait to finally get to meet you in person,” Harry said, and Draco was sure he could hear him grinning through the phone. Draco blushed at that.
“Can’t wait to be met by you,” Draco said. No sooner had the words fallen out of his mouth than Draco swore under his breath again, Harry and Greg laughed. “I hate you both. Goodbye,” Draco growled.
“Bye,” Harry said his voice sing-song as Draco hung up the phone.
“Can’t wait to be met by you,” Greg repeated, through his laughter. Draco glared at the traffic, unwilling to take his eyes off the road.
“Arse!” Greg let out another giggle and Draco groaned. He was starting to act like a besotted fool and Draco didn’t need that.
* * *
Two hours later, Draco and Greg stepped out of Draco’s Tesla and made their way towards the restaurant Harry had texted them the address to half an hour earlier. Not for the first time, Draco was grateful for the upbringing that had always taught him to dress for any occasion. Walking into the upscale restaurant Draco fit in perfectly.
Harry was already sat, somewhat in the back, away from the windows, “A precaution,” Harry had said as Draco sat across from him, and Greg sat beside Draco. Draco suddenly felt awkward for having brought his cameraman, but Harry was smiling at him as though it were the most natural thing in the world and Draco couldn’t bring himself to feel particularly upset about it any longer. Harry was even more handsome in person, Draco thought. “How was your drive?” he asked.
“Long,” Greg complained. Draco glared.
“It was fine,” Draco said with a smile. Harry raised an eyebrow at that, noting Greg’s pained face.
“How long is the drive from Wiltshire to London?” Harry asked.
“Not too bad,” Draco said, as Greg answered again.
“Two bloody hours, though with traffic on the M4 it feels like a bloody eternity.”
Draco sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, barely concealing the rage that threatened to lash out at his friend for clearly attempting to sabotage his date. Harry merely smiled at him all the while.
“Well, I’m glad you came all this way. Let’s order lunch, and then we can shop. You can pick whatever designer you want, but you understand I don’t know anything about them, and I’m sure I won’t be able to pull them off, near as well as you do.” Draco blushed at that.
“I’m sure you’ll pull off what I pick for you just fine,” Draco said with a grin.
The rest of the lunch portion of their date went off swimmingly. Harry was the perfect gentleman, and Draco was certain he was falling for him. Wonder if he’ll pin me up against a wall in Hermès and snog me senseless? Wouldn’t that be a thumbnail? Draco snickered to himself. It really had been much too long since his last shag.
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Harry Potter YouTube AU
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