Sandcastles and Snogging
Harry didn’t mean to fall in love with Draco.
After their first kiss—a drunken mishap, though a welcome one—Draco had grinned slyly and said, “Now, don’t go falling in love with me, Potter.”
At the time, nothing had sounded more ridiculous or unlikely. Harry had laughed then, drunk and giddy with the irresistible heat of Draco’s body against his, and said, “Not a problem, Malfoy.”
But six months, and many many many kisses later, it was very much a problem.
It was torture. Harry got Draco on the weekends—claiming over and over that he was totally fine being casual—then he moped all week until Draco once again spun through his Floo. As the days dragged on, it was becoming harder and harder to ignore his feelings.
And now Harry had to watch Draco be adorable and so damn good with Teddy, while pretending it didn’t affect him at all.
They had brought Teddy to the beach, giving Andy a much deserved break, and Draco was sunburnt and smiling and showing Teddy how to build an appropriate sandcastle—and Harry was so in love he was sick with it.
“It takes skill to build a structurally sound castle.” Apparently, Draco was an ‘expert’, something he was loudly boasting about as he shoveled sand into a bright pink pail. “And unfortunately, your godfather does not have what it takes.”
“He’s good at flying,” Teddy replied, digging through the wet sand and flinging it everywhere.
“Thank you, Teds,” Harry said from his spot under the umbrella—he’d been summarily dismissed by the both of them after his first tower fell apart.
Draco snorted. “Well…I didn’t say he was bad at everything. But, you and I, Edward, we’re going to build a castle as grand as Hogwarts.”
“Cool!” Teddy exclaimed, beaming at Harry and piling even more sand into an overflowing bucket.
It turned out that their castle was not quite so grand as Hogwarts, but it did have a formidable moat, a tiny dragon, and seven turrets. Even Harry had to admit he was impressed, and Draco blushed while Teddy threw himself into Harry’s arms for a hug.
After devouring two entire sandwiches and a box of biscuits, Teddy had fallen asleep between them, his hair the softest shade of aquamarine, and Harry thought it was pretty much the best day of his life.
And then Draco offered him an easy smile and laced their fingers together. It was this simple intimacy, the gentle warmth of Draco’s hand that sent Harry’s stomach into freefall.
“I love you,” Harry blurted out, his heart racing as Draco’s eyes widened. “And I know I’m not supposed to. You told me not to, and I did anyway, but I can’t help it. You’re just so—”
Harry stopped stammering when Draco kissed him. It was so different from all their other kisses, slow and sweet and tender—Harry never wanted it to end.
“I love you too,” Draco murmured against his lips, “even though you’re shit at building sandcastles.”
Harry chuckled. “How about I take you to dinner for our first date then?”
“Done,” Draco said, before kissing him one, two, three more times.
And when Teddy woke minutes later to find them snogging and declared it ‘gross’, Harry could only laugh—everything was perfect.
For @m1sseveryth1ng, thank you for the lovely prompt, I humbly offer Harry in love and not being subtle about it.
For my Somewhat Summer Drarry Drabbles.
