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Written for Stickers. Location - Diagon Alley - A shopping trip.
Word Count - 446
Sulking
Charlie sighed for the umpteenth time. He hated shopping. Walking around the Romanian Market, Draco darted from stand to stand, apparently having a ball of a time. While Charlie loved to see his boyfriend so happy, he couldn't help but think that this was a trip he would have much rather heard about second hand over a nice dinner.
"Charlie, look at this!" Draco called, gesturing to a stall holding scarves.
"Not exactly practical for the reserve," he commented, raising his eyebrow. "The Greens would see that around your neck and chase it like a very dangerous kitten."
Draco scoffed. "You do realise that there's life outside of work, yes?"
Charlie shrugged. "If you like them, buy them, Dray. You know I have no idea about this sort of stuff."
Draco huffed, turning his back to the redhead as he looked back at the beautifully made scarves. Charlie rolled his eyes.
Great, now not only were they shopping, but Draco was huffy with him. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced around the stalls that surrounded them. One caught his eye, and he turned slightly to get a better look.
His attention fully caught, he stepped away from the scarf stall and wandered over to a half-covered tent. Dragon statues covered a small table, and hung on stands stood beautiful paintings of them in full flight, a few of them laying by nests, and one, that he really loved of an eye, fully open and glaring.
He didn't know how long he stood, just taking in the beauty of the work, and, eventually, he gave in and bought the eye picture and two of the statues.
Only then did he realise that he hadn't told Draco where he was going.
Thankfully, as he stepped back into the flow of the morning trade, he spotted a flash of blonde at the far end of the long strip. He was ever grateful for Draco's colouring, it made it easy to pick him out of the crowd.
Charlie hurried through the crowd to meet his obviously angry boyfriend, a look of contrition already settling onto his face.
"Where the hell were you?" Draco snapped when he caught sight of Charlie.
"Looking at a stall over there," Charlie replied, nodding his head back up the street. "Sorry, baby, I didn't think to tell you."
Draco pouted, folding his arms and turning away.
"Come on, you sulky brat," Charlie murmured, pressing a kiss to Draco's temple. "I'll take you for hot chocolate."
"At Edwardo's?" Draco asked, turning back slightly.
"Where else?"
It might not be full forgiveness, but Draco took the hand offered to him. Charlie can work with that.
