The Things I Love About You
A soft, fluffy little Draco/Teddy drabble I really felt like writing. I imagine Teddy to be about 22. Teddy is also non-binary.
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Yesterday morning it had been their hair, the way the bright turquoise had sparkled in the warm morning sun as they’d shared a lazy kiss over coffee by the kitchen counter. Teddy’s hair was always soft to the touch, silken, as though they’d only just washed it. Draco loved the way it caressed his fingers and tickled his palm; he couldn’t ever get enough of it. His favourite pastime was twisting his fingers into Teddy’s hair and giving it a gently tug. Nothing painful, never that. Just enough to get Teddy to expose their neck so Draco could them there, make them fall apart with nothing but a featherlight touch of his lips.
Last night it had been the way Teddy had curled into Draco when he’d finally crawled into bed some time well past midnight, exhausted and cranky. Teddy hadn’t woken but they’d felt his presence, had shifted their body to meld against Draco, welcoming him home even as they dreamt of dragons and unicorns and golden Nifflers, no doubt. Teddy loved making up stories, each one more fanciful than the last. Draco wasn’t ordinarily one for fairy tales, but Teddy’s stories warmed his heart. He could never quite get enough of listening to them make up an elaborate tale right on the spot and with seemingly no effort at all.
This morning it had been the way Teddy had smiled as Draco put a plate of chocolate waffles in front of them. It was a slow smile, the kind that gradually stretched across Teddy’s entire face until it settled in their eyes, today deep brown with amber specks. The glow filled Draco’s heart with more love than he knew what to do with. He felt helpless, swept away, unable and unwilling to look away, to miss even just a second of this glorious feeling. His heart thumped in his chest and he reached for Teddy’s hand, linking their fingers tightly together.
Teddy looked up, still smiling, always smiling, and Draco leant down for a kiss. Something sweet, unhurried, soft, loving. He didn’t know what the day would bring, which part of Teddy he might love tonight, but that was alright. Teddy was special, no matter which part of them caught Draco’s attention. Still, it was moments like this one now when Draco realised—time and time again—that his devotion for Teddy was a flame that would burn for the rest of his life.