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[nectarnsalt]

“i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”

“You have a hero complex and semi-masochistic taste in partners,” Ginny returned dryly, pausing for a moment to let it sink in before adding in a harsher tone than she meant, “I can’t believe I forgot it was Harry Potter facts day. We should add these to your chocolate frog card.”

[fckmlfy-blog]

“why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”

“Is this a cry for help, Potter?” Draco asks lowly from his position pillowed beside the other; hair slightly askew. Voice rough with sleep. Daylight has yet to break, and yet, there they lay -- whispering like school boys attempting not to get caught as they enjoy their last few moments truly alone. Draco smirks devilishly at Harry as his fingertips trail suggestively across the boy’s naked back. “I could call Weasley in, if you’d prefer?” He goes onto question; tone alight with humor. “I take it he’s quite keen on snuggles from what I’ve heard. --- Is that how the two of you stayed warm on the run, all those years ago?” It’s a difficult subject, he’s aware; though he can’t help but tease all the same. “I suppose the two of you became quite ... friendly out there in the woods.”

[fckmlfy-blog]

“i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”

In that exact moment, Draco regrets ever instance in which he’s intentionally boosted the boy’s ego --- nearly taking back every word of praise as he merely pins his boyfriend with a sidelong look of exasperation. Potter is a bespectacled atrocity, with hair constantly messy and bordering on primitive. He's unfashionable, reckless, heroic, annoyingly addictive to be around -- These are terrible, undesirable traits — except maybe the fit part — and Draco feels utterly helpless to the traitorous voice in his head, which says that none of these things matter; that while everything about Potter is unpleasant, everything about him is good too. “I suppose you are rather pretty,” Draco comments finally; aiming to bring a blush to the other’s cheeks as he allows his gaze to linger. “--- However, under-appreciated?” He snorts incredelously. “I reckon there’s a statue being erected in your honor as we speak, Golden Boy.”