A/N: I know, I know, I'm supposed to be writing Breaking Tradition right now. In my defense, I was working on it when I hit some writer's block and a debilitating notion that I can't write for shit. So… I figured I'd write a drabble. If you like it, add it to your alerts because my plan is to write one every time I get WB… which means I'll probably add a lot
Never Said It Before
"Why do you think I've never told anyone that I love them?" Draco posed the question while sitting in an uncomfortable chair inside a muggle dressing room. He was shopping with Pansy Pankinson, who had taken to wearing extremely expensive, extremely sexy muggle clothes and making Draco help her shop since the war ended. She said that as the only gay man she knew (she didn't count Gryffindors), it was Draco's duty to tell her what she looked hot in. He decided it was in his best interest to humor her. She dropped the skirts she was trying to decide between, one a shade darker than the other and both one gust of wind from a major wardrobe malfunction, and turned to look at him.
"Darling, you are a pureblood and a Slytherin. If you had told anyone you loved them, they probably would have kicked your lovely little arse. What's brought this about?" She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. For a self-centered bitch, she was rather insightful when it came to Draco. "Is it Potter? Is he pressuring you? I told you dating a Gryffindor was a horrid idea. They're so… emotional." Picking up the skirts, Pansy stared contemplatively into the mirror again.
"He isn't pressuring me. I can tell he wants to say it though. I know he loves me. I love him. We've been together for long enough to say it. Why haven't I said it?" Draco sighed, running a hand through his platinum hair, longer now than when he was in school. Deciding on the lighter skirt, Pansy moved on to ridiculously tight dresses.
"Well that door swings both ways. Why hasn't he said it, then?" She would be quick to put anything that upset him off on Harry, who she still had trouble believing actually cared about Draco.
"He can tell! He knows I might not say it back. I have to say it first. I'm going to." Spending the last 8 months with Harry Potter had certainly helped Draco develop his deeply buried inner Gryffindor. "Should I?"
"Sweetie, you should do what ever's going to make you happy. However, you shouldn't do anything until you tell me which dress is better for Mother's Christmas Gala" From Pansy that was akin to all-out gushing approval, so Draco put it out of his mind and helped her finish shopping.
Harry and Draco were in Harry's bedroom at Grimmauld Place, getting ready to go for dinner at some new restaurant in Diagon Alley. As with most new places, they had sent Harry a gift certificate, hoping a visit from "The Chosen One" would boost business. Harry, impossible as ever when it came to personal appearance, was lounging on the bed while Draco picked out his tie. Suddenly, Draco pulled his head out of the wardrobe and looked at him.
"I love you." Draco blurted out with a satisfied smile, turning back to the wardrobe. Harry, who had been lazily flicking his wand to change the color of his socks, shot off the bed. In three big steps he reached Draco and spun him around, pressing him up against the wall.
"Say it again." Harry growled, pressing kisses all over Draco's shocked face. "I love you. Now say it again." Pulling the buttons on his shirt apart, the shorter man continued the kisses down Draco's pale chest.
"I... I love you" Draco said breathlessly as Harry reached his belt buckle. "I love you so damn much." Pants unzipped. "I love everything about you" Pants off. This I love you thing was going to pay off way better than Draco thought it would.
"Do you still want to try and make it to dinner?" Hours later, Draco and Harry were in bed at Grimmauld place instead of at dinner. The Slytherin had lost count of how many times he'd said "I love you", but he was more than willing to say it a billion times if it prompted Harry to do that.
"Uggghhgh." Harry groaned against Draco's chest and rolled on top of him. Pressing kisses to his collarbone, Harry just muttered "I love you" before attacking the willing blonde's lips again.
Draco had never said I love you before, but he certainly planned to say it again.
A/N: Ok, I fail at the concept of drabbles. This is more like a mini-oneshot. Oh well. And BTW, They won't all be Harry/Draco, they won't even all be slash.
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