Hullo ! Between Harry and Draco, how do you think did they -oh my please read this as a coherent sentence- decided to move together ? Was it after 8th year ? Or sometimes between 20' and 30's ? Who asked who? If you don't mind sharing your thoughts of course :) Have a nice day ! Love
A sock. It was the first thing Harry found of Malfoy’s. Thrown under a dresser, only revealing itself when he used one of Molly’s perfunctory cleaning charms on his room.
That was a week after they began…whatever this was. Snogging. Fighting. Fucking. Whisking out the Floo and pretending nothing happened at the Ministry the next day.
Fuck. Rinse. Repeat.
A tie, green and silver, knotted to the bedpost. Harry’s wrists were still raw and he pocketed the silk, musing that he could slip it into Draco’s desk drawer without anyone noticing. Instead he kept it there, in the pocket of his robes where he could run the silk through his fingers while he listened to Robards drone.
Then a pair of trousers, too narrow for Harry’s hips. A jumper. More socks.
A hairbrush. Copious amounts of products and soaps and shampoos.
Til finally, one morning when Harry came down to get coffee, and he saw Draco in the kitchen, towel wrapped around his waist and his favourite mug in his hand.
“Are you just living here?” he asked, half-joking, half-serious.
“For about three months now, Potter,” Draco answered with a quick kiss to his cheek. “Was thinking lamb for dinner?”
