#draco×harry

[6madanus9]

[sundayfrog]

Ночь перед 14 февраля

Гарри, тихо подходя к кухне за порцией ночного кофе, шипит себе под нос: Нда, стоит заканчивать с работой раньше... Я сдохну, если там как всегда закончился кофе...

*Видит Драко, усердно заворачивающего что-то в обёртку с цветами*

Драко, стоя к Гарри спиной и не замечая его: Да чертова ты бумага! Если этот твердолоб не оценит моих стараний, я придушу его!.. Да почему ты никак не приклеишься-то??

Гарри: *Улыбается, подходит к Малфою и обнимает со спины*

Драко, вздрагивает и резко оборачивается: Т-ты что здесь забыл??!

Гарри, целуя Малфоя в загривок: Тебе помочь с этим?

Драко: НЕТ! Я и сам с этим прекрасно справляюсь!

Гарри, крепче обнимая Драко: Ладно, тогда я просто понаблюдаю от сюда.

*Малфой отчаянно краснея старается прикрыть подарок бумагой*

Драко: Нет, ты НЕ понаблюдаешь!

Гарри: Почему?

Драко: Потому что это подарок, МАТЬ ТВОЮ, ПОТТЕР!!

Гарри: А для кого?

Драко, забыв о бумаге возводит руки к небу: Я даже не знаю, МОЖЕТ ДЛЯ ТЕБЯ??

*Неплотно приклеенный кусок обёртки разворачивается, открывая часть подарка*

Гарри: Кофе?)

Драко: Что?

Драко: *осознал*

Гарри: Так ты все же решил подарить мне кофе)

Драко: Боже, просто заткнись...

Гарри: Можешь звать меня просто "Гарри". Я.. я могу его заварить нам?

Драко: О, во имя Мерлина! Это должен был быть твой подарок!

Гарри, разворачивая Драко к себе и усаживая его на стол: Я знаю, милый *целует* И я ему очень рад.. Правда рад.

Драко, уткнувшись в плечо Поттеру: Боже, и почему ты умудряешся раскрывать все сюрпризы, ещё до того как я их закончу?

Гарри: Я и сам не знаю, оно само так выходит..

[6madanus9]

rivalry or flirting 😏?

[6madanus9]

How I see characters in every Drarry fic:

[milkiicream]

Ok, why not imagine this

Drarry singing "Rewrite the Stars" from The Greatest Showman, Draco being the boy (pretty persuasive) Harry being girl (stubborn as hell).

I know it's so random, I just love it.

[yachamiooo]

mermaid

[k-kizkhalifa]

one from each okay? Maybe? You're so beautiful/Can we do it again?/Don't make me forget, please.../Unbelievable!/I never thought love existed until I met you.../Prompt#1/ Drarry. Maybe?

Hey! Totally fine for more than one. Gonna drop some off though, and just do a few. Heh. Also in mobile sorry if it turns out a little janky.

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Harry leaned against the corner of the wall, smiling to himself as he watched Draco huddle into his sweater. One that was an ugly dark orange color with a dark green ’D’ knotted in the center. Molly gave it to him for his birthday, last week, and he had yet to take it off unless he was showering.

Which was funny since he only bitched about the fifty of so Harry had laying around the house, and called them all “ugly, hand me downs” but he wore them anyway and Harry generally kept quiet, Draco cuddled up against the arm of the couch and buried his nose against the collar and held up his book settling in, when Harry stepped into the room.

“You look so young, baby.”

“Look?” Draco raised an eyebrow, “I am young Potter.”

Harry smirked, “I don’t know if I would call 35 young.. so much Draco.” The blonde glared, “but, but,” Harry hurried to continue, “you only look 25. And younger when you’re all huddled up.”

“Potter,” he groaned, “would you shut up?”

Harry laughed and leaned forward capturing the blonde by the chin and pulled him forward, “make me.”

“I could do that,” Draco smirked, lifting a brow, “but…”

“But what?” Harry whined quietly. He had been working long nights all week, every night and it was his first day in almost a month. He wanted to just spend time with Draco, spend quality time with his husband.

“I think I might want to hear more about me looking young,” Draco smirked and leaned back slightly, pushing his legs out.

Harry shifted so he was straddling the legs as the stretched out, it was a pretty normal pose for them so second nature as the man moved, Draco ran his fingers through his long hair giving it a playful tug.

“Mm, you have such nice skin,” Harry nuzzled his alabaster skin, “and soft lips,” he moved to kiss him but Draco chuckled and pulled back. “You’re so beautiful, Draco,” Harry whispered and pressed forward quickly taking his lips for a kiss.

The blonde gave in quickly, whimpering when Harry pulled back for air, “can we do that again?” The Gryffindor smirked at his husband, and tilted his head back with a small laugh. “It’s been so long Potter, c'mon!” He gave his hips a thrust, bucking against the man on his laps.

“You’re unbelievable!” Harry laughed at his flushed husband, cupping his cheeks. “You should let me take you to bed, Draco..”

“Should I?” Draco chuckled, rubbing his nose against the brunette, “and why’s that?”

“Because, ‘it’s been so long Potter’!” Harry whispered against his lips, shutting his eyes.

“What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Oh Merlin!” Harry laughed, sitting back on his thighs, “we’ve been married for ten years.”

“And for ten years I’ve been telling you not to call me that,” Draco grinned and jerked his sweater off, folding it together at the sleeves and laying it over back to the couch.

“And for ten years I’ve been trying to call you that.”

“Stubborn.”

“It’s why you love me,” he lifted a shoulder running his hand up the others now bare chest, “stubborn and annoying as I am.”

“Few reasons I love you Potter, but that is not one of them.”

Harry pouted openly, dropping his hands, “don’t do that,” he whispered shaking his head.

Draco’s smile fell and he reached out quickly, the whole mood changing, pulling Harry against his chest and holding him tightly. “Harry,” he whispered, rubbing his shoulders, “baby, you know I love every single thing about you. All of it, all of you.” Draco kissed his neck, then his cheek, then his shoulder, “all your stubbornness, and annoying traits, and the way you can’t cook a single thing, the way you leave your wet towels on the bathroom floor, the way you leave your cups all over the house and buy too much food at the store and spend money on things you never use and write a bunch of shitty poetry on parchment and leave them all over the damn place.”

He leaned back and smiled at Harry, running his thumb over his lips, “I didn’t know what love was until I met you, Harry Potter.” Harry’s grin broke out in record time, his eyes bright and swimming with emotion. “Sometimes I forget…I’m sorry baby.”

Harry blushed, looking down, “s-sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for who you are, Harry.” Draco shook his head, leaning forward to kiss him softly, “it’s okay to need those words, Harry and it’s okay for me to give them to you.”

“I try..”

Draco smiled, shaking his head again, “you don’t have to try. You’re perfect, the way you are.”

“Promise?”

The blonde nodded and hugged Harry tightly, “I married you, didn’t I?”