“Baby, I made you some tea”
“Ummm, yeah could you put it on the table beside me love?”
Well, this is how this all started.
After bringing in the usuall cup of tea, Harry tried to leave Draco’s study, but changed his mind. He liked watching draco working. As head auror, he found it both interesting and calming to watch his Secretary/flatmate sort out and sign paper after paper. It was something he often did recently. Harry was working on a difficult task right now and naturally, he needed to relax for a bit. He walked over to the spare stool beside Draco’s desk.
Draco, on the other hand, was actually not working at all that night. He had all his calligraphy pens out, and his beautiful artwork covered the piece of parchment before him.
….It was beautiful. Just simply beautiful.
The way every letter was shaped, the way all the strokes seemed to gracefully play around, the way …
Harry couldn’t take his eyes off it. He kept staring at it while Draco added a few more sentences to whatever it was. He didn’t even realise himself staring until Draco had finished and took a sip of his tea.
From that day, Harry stayed and watched draco every evening after bringing in the tea. Draco didn’t seem to mind, and Harry…well Harry had to go. He kept telling himself that it would be weird, but he was enjoying the late night conversations and the goodnights when they parted to their own bedrooms.
They talked about a lot of things at night. Harry learnt that draco had started calligraphy before the war.
“ I had so much spare time then, you know”
Draco even tried to teach him a few times but he prefered watching Draco anyway.
One night, Harry and Draco were in the study. Draco was trying out a new misty gray ink and Harry was in love with it….he thought to himself.
And then, he realized. He realized why felt so calm in Draco’s study. He realized why he loved that colour so much.
That was the day Harry Potter realised that he was in love with Draco’s writing.
And that he was in love with the colour of Draco’s eyes.
And that he was in love with.. Draco.
So, that evening, Harry told draco he was in love with him.
That evening, Draco became boyfriend from Secretary/flatmate.
That evening, Harry and draco didn’t have to say good night until they climbed into their bed.
