A/N: This is so crazily OOC for Draco but I like it better like this. This has no plot at all but I like it because it's Draco/Harry okay.
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money from this and I'm not J.K.Rowling, gutted for me.


I placed our hot chocolate on the grass beside us and settled down on the blanket beside him, my hand on his knee and his on mine. When he had decided that we were as close as possible, Harry slipped his hand into mine and rested his head on my shoulder, his soft hair tickling my chin. I dropped a kiss on his forehead and tried to focus on the landscape in front of us, which proved to be hard with his fingers stroking the backs of my knuckles softly.

"I'm tired Draco." he said, slumping against my shoulder.

"Go to sleep then lovebug," I said softly before kissing his head again. He nodded, clearly out of it, and mumbled something that I didn't quite catch.

"I agree." I whispered, looking at him fondly. He could be the biggest git sometimes but when I saw him in this state of mind, all I could think about was how bloody lucky I was to have him.

Harry dropped his head into my lap and made a little noise that was a cross between a sigh of content and exhaustion. My fingers threaded through his suprisingly soft locks and occasionally massaged his scalp, the noises coming from the body beneath me almost spurring me on as my fingertips brushed against the sensitive skin.

Purring, he was. Actually making that weird noise with his tongue like a bloody cat. I stopped moving my fingertips and rested the palm of my hand gently on his shoulder.

Shifting slightly from his position, he grabbed my wrist and plunged my fingers back into his hair.

"Don't stop doing that, dickhead." he said sleepily, his eyes still closed and his breathing still evened out. I grinned and sipped from my hot chocolate nonchalantly. Harry sighed again and leaned into my gentle touch, his eyes sliding open just to slide shut again with pleasure. I set my cup down back on the table and rested my hand underneath his shirt on his hip.

"You're getting chubby, Harry." I said in mirth, my hand sliding towards his bellybutton and rubbing in small circles soothingly.

He spluttered in shock before arguing that he was, in fact, a growing boy and growing boys should put on weight and nodding slightly as if trying to convince himself rather than me.

"Aww baby Harry, it's not a bad thing. You look better with a bit of weight on your hips. There's more to cuddle as well and you know how nice cuddling is." I replied.

"Mmm, okay." Harry mumbled with a huge yawn.

My tummy flopped uncontrollably and I chuckled because really, that was the kind of pain that I enjoyed. Makes me sound like I'm some S&M freak but I enjoyed it because, even though I didn't need reminding, the butterflies waking up in the pit of my tummy reminded me how much I loved the boy sleeping soundly on my lap. He could have been 50 stone overweight with a hairy back and my stomach would have still turned over because he was my baby boy and in my eyes, he would always be my baby boy, no matter what.

The body beneath me stirred slightly and I was brought back down to Earth with a crash. My eyes softened as I looked down at his dirty school robes and I tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear, careful not to wake him up. Moving from my position leaning up against the trunk of a tree, I took off my robes and placed them beneath his head and lay down behind him - waiting for him to move and put his head on my chest like he always did- before kissing him on the top of his spine.

"Night baby, I love you." I whispered and draped the blanket (that we kept for occasions such as this) on top of us before falling asleep with my baby boy right beside me.

fin.


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