For @gnarf bc they’re super nice and I don’t think I’ve ever gifted them something before which should be a crime
“Harry, what do you think?” Harry looked up from reading one of Molly’s letters to see his boyfriend hold a bookshelf against the wall. “Should I leave the colour like this, or should I paint it to match the wall next to the door?”
“Ehhh,” Harry hadn’t had enough coffee yet for these kind of questions. “Aren’t they both, like, the same colour?”
“What?! No.” Draco gaped at him in disbelief, before pulling himself together and pulling Harry off his chair, dragging him to the wall next to the door. “This is white with blue as a base. The bookshelf is white with white as a base. That is not the same. Tell me that is not the same Harry. Tell me that you see two different colours.”
Draco gestured wildly at the bookshelf he was holding against the wall, looking more than a bit frantic. Harry definitely hadn’t had enough coffee for this yet. “I-, eh, yes I see two different colours. The wall is a bit… Well, blue-ish, I suppose. But they’re still very small varieties of the same colour, so why does it matter?”
“They’re not varieties of the same colours. They are different colours.” The way Draco looked one would think he was talking about something very important. Which he wasn’t. For all Harry cared he could paint the bookshelves blue with purple polka dots. “One is white based, one is blue based. I don’t know which one best fits this bookshelf, and I need you to help me with it.”
“Well then pain one half blue based white and the other half white based white, whatever that means.” He shrugged. “Then people will see the difference and you have a very unique bookshelf.”
“Harry.” Draco looked like he was about ready to smack him over the head with his bookshelves. “I am not going to give our book shelves two completely different colours! That’s ugly! Unique is just another word for ugly. Do you want the first house we live in together to be ugly, Harry?”
“No.” Harry stepped closer and gently pried the bookshelf away from his boyfriend. “I want our first house to have a happy you in it.” He put an arm around Draco’s neck and kissed him. “Why are you so stressed about this?”
“I just want it to be perfect.” Draco muttered. He struggled for a bit but soon melted into the hug. When Harry pulled him closer he felt about a million knots in his lover’s back, and he made a mental note to make Draco a new massage appointment. This moving into their new house together thing was a lot more stressful than planned. “I just don’t want you to change your mind and leave.”
“Draco.” Harry honest to god stumbled when he heard that. “I am not going to leave you, even if this house is turned into the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Draco immediately tensed up even more and pulled back. “You think it’s ugly?”
“No, babe. I think it’s perfect.” Harry kissed Draco firmly on the lips and pulled him close again. “I’m just saying that if it wasn’t perfect, I wouldn’t care because I already have perfect. I have you.”
“I am not perfect.” Draco pouted, though Harry could see he was fighting a smile. “I can’t even decide on the colour of our bookshelves.”
“Oh Merlin just shut up about the bookshelves.” Harry buried his face in Draco’s neck and laughed. “Just give them to Teddy and Luna, have them paint something fun on it. That way it’s out of your hands. And if anyone ever makes a comment about our bookshelves I will personally kick them out of the house.”
“And Draco?” Harry pushed his nose against Draco’s jawline until he looked up. “I didn’t say flawless. I said perfect. To me, you are perfect. For me, you are perfect. All of you, including all your flaws and quirks. I love you.”
Draco finally smiled then, and kissed Harry back. “You are perfect for me too, Harry.”
