What Really Matters
By- IceWind

A/N:
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and everything in its franchise is owned by J.K Rowling and whoever else has rights to the books.

Warnings: Slash, ooc-ness, fluff

Hmm… yeah. Just something to get me into the mood to actually start writing the next chapter of my other story .;; Am such a bad, bad, writer, haven't updated for months. ^^; This is so fluffy o.o;;; And yes, the characters are ooc, but think of it this way: they've got to change after spending years with each other, right? And yes, they probably wouldn't ride cars, but that's what inspired this drabble, so it stays.

Enjoy reading.

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Some people wondered how it could work, them, the extreme differences they both had. Light and dark, aristocrat and underclass, a kind soul and a darker one. They think that both would clash, unable to mix with one another, that they'd drive each other insane and break apart in a few scant days.

Those days turned into weeks, then into months, and finally into years.

Some people also wondered how it would work, with both being so dominant, both set firmly in their ways, unbending in their beliefs, in their convictions.

It was in the way they sat next to each other in a crowded car.

One would slip in after another, nestle silently at his side. Those people would think that they'd both fight over whose arm would rest over the others' as they get jostled into tighter packs. But they don't fight. One would just sigh, a soft gentle one, and slip his arm under, while the other would put his on top automatically. Then the one on the bottom would just gently cradle his head on the other's shoulder.

It worked. It fit.

Some people would think that they argued too much to stay together.

They did argue, violently and frequently, often with things flying into the wall and shattering into millions of pieces. They argued over politics, over their families, over the color the walls should be.

Then at night they'd slip quietly next to each other on the bed, murmur soft apologies by the dim candlelight and then just cuddle each other, basking in warmth.

Those 'some people' were just ignored until it was the two of them only, lying together, eyes half-closed and filled with content.

Harry showed his love by a bright cheerful smile, gifts suddenly appearing, and a bounce in his step.

Draco showed his affection by the soft warmth of his eyes, the tiny quirk upwards his lips that would suddenly appear, and the silent, secret, stolen kisses in the shadows.

Bright smiles, contentment, love.

That's really all that mattered to both of them.