Alright Guys! I was suddenly inspired to write a Drarry fic the other day, so here it is~!
I used to only hardcore shop Dramione, but now I find myself drawn more to Drarry~ Lol
I wanted to write a funny little one shot about them, but it ended up being a bit longer than I had intended- and got a bit more of the
touchy-feely feels as well, but that's alright! Overall I'm happy with the way this turned out!
So if you like it- please write a review~~ I absolutely love reading what people have to say about my work- even if it's in critique. It really inspires me to keep writing more!
If I get enough feedback on this fic I may consider adding additional parts, or adding on some more one-shots and turning this into a set of longer Drarry Drabbles~ We shall see!
Without further ado~~
Xxxx -DxH- xxxX
"I am not going to go through with this Potter."
"Yes, you will."
"No, I will not."
"Well unless you fancy sleeping by yourself on the couch for the next month, I suggest you straighten your attitude out and just comply, Malfoy." Harry's tone took on a teasing lilt as he called the blonde's surname- smirking a bit despite the petulant scowl the grey eyes were directing towards him.
Draco would always revert to calling him Potter when upset, so Harry found it amusing to join in on the game as well- teasing the blonde despite his obviously pissed off attitude.
The words however merely washed over Draco, who easily scoffed and rolled his eyes at the threat. "Oh please, like you would really kick me out of our bed."
He waved a dismissive hand at the obvious bluff and continued, his voice now losing anger and gaining it's usual haughtiness.
"We both know that you would rather go straight to Azkaban and beg my father for my hand in marriage than go one night without sleeping with me."
At the boldly spoken declaration, Harry couldn't help the blush that stained his cheeks- both at the prospect of him going to Lucius Malfoy to ask for his son's hand in marriage, as well as at the notion of being called out on his threat. (Which was completely as the blonde had stated.)
"Fine. You're right- I wouldn't." Harry relented with a small huff- crossing his arms over his chest and finally giving the blonde a softer look. "But this whole thing will go a whole lot smoother if you just try to get along and not be such an arse."
Draco spluttered indignantly at his lover's particular choice of wording.
"Me? You're telling me to try and not be such an arse? What about Weaslebe?! You know that he's the one who's gonna start shit!"
Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Draco..."
The reason for this lover's spat in the early afternoon of a perfectly nice Saturday, was concerning that of the matter of Harry wanting to finally come out with their relationship to their friends- starting, he suggested, with Ron and Hermione.
He and Draco had been successfully dating for over two years without telling another soul- and Draco seemed perfectly content with keeping it that way.
From the way the blonde saw it, he didn't have any family that he wanted to tell about it- his father was locked away in Azkaban (and he didn't give two dragon craps what his old man had to say anymore), and his mother had passed away from emotional turmoil and stress a few years prior- leaving Draco detached from any other familial connections that he had.
Working together as Aurors for the Ministry as well allowed them to keep the pretense of their relationship as merely partners, so Draco seemed to see no reason in alerting the rest of their colleagues in the department of their true relationship, so all in all- Draco wasn't the least bit concerned about inviting others into their private lives and sharing their secret with them.
Harry, on the other hand, had plenty of people that he had been keeping in the dark about his relationship status. Hermione and Ron, Ginny, the rest of the Weasley's whom he considered his own blood family- not a single one of them knew. The dark haired male figured it would have been bad enough to simply keep them out of the loop in terms of him finding a significant other- but when he actually lined up all of the bullet points of things he had yet to actually tell them...
He finally accepted himself as gay, and had been searching for a male partner.
He had found, and was currently very involved with his male partner.
His male partner was none other than the pompous blonde pureblood; Draco Malfoy.
Harry sighed and raked a hand through his dark, unruly hair and paced around the living room of their apartment. When questioned by his friends and pseudo family about having a lover, he outright lied to them...many..many..many times. But today he finally decided that he just couldn't bear the guilt of lying to his friends over and over again- it was really starting to eat at him.
Seeing as he usually went out for dinner with Ron and Hermione once a week, questions regarding his dating status were frequent- and he had to make up a menagerie of excuses to cover for his actual relationship status concerning the Slytherin. Hermione and Ron were also employees of the Ministry- but being that they were in different departments, they weren't even informed that he and Draco were Auror partners. But, enough was enough- Harry decided that he finally wanted to come clean to them- starting with them coming over to his and Draco's apartment for dinner...
As was why the current argument was taking place.
Draco watched as Harry paced around the room, combing his fingers through his hair absentmindedly as he tended to do when in deep thought. There was a deep frown marring his face, and his dark brows were drawn down unhappily towards his emerald eyes- leaving the blonde with the slight feeling a guilt starting to creep its way into his chest.
"Look Harry.." He finally sighed, getting up from his place on their sofa and moving to lean against the window next to it.
"I get...why you want to tell your friends about us...sorta...You feel like you're betraying them by lying to them...?"
Harry stoped his pacing to gaze over at his astoundingly astute lover, nodding his head in confirmation.
"Yeah...I thought so...Bloody Gryffindor loyalty..." Draco muttered with a wry laugh, turning to glance out the window again.
"That's all well and good and all, but have you thought about what will happen if they don't accept us?"
Draco turned to look his partner straight in the eye- grey locking on emerald.
"I have." Harry replied confidently. "They're my friends, and I know them well. Even if they don't...accept us...right away, I know that they will eventually."
"But what if they change your mind...?" Draco whispered, tracing a pattern into the fog of the window pane with his finger as he stared out it- not daring to meet the dark haired male's piercing stare.
"...Change...my mind...?" Harry seemed confused at the wording, and repeated the question slowly.
"About...us...about me..."
The voice that came from the blonde wasn't the usually snarky, cool, confident Draco that he was used to. Instead he sounded so scared, so worried, so...vulnerable.
"Draco."
Harry's heart filled with emotion and he quickly strode over to his lover- embracing him and pouring all of his feelings into the hug.
"You..." He started, voice dipping down low as emotions soared through him. " -are the best thing that's ever happened to me...I wouldn't give you up for the world..."
Normally they were both above delivering lovey-dovey sticky sweet sentiments to each other- they both openly showed their affections, but usually in not so many words. The shock of having a full blown love confession delivered to Draco was enough for his heart to skip several beats, and he chose to respond by returning the hug- burying his face into his lover's neckline and breathing in his calming scent.
Harry pulled back enough to stare Draco in the eye. "I promise..."
He sealed the promise with a dip of his head forwards- capturing the blonde's pouty lips in his own, and ravishing them tenderly.
After a moment, they separated- and Draco's face resumed it's normal cocky expression with smirking lips.
"What time did you tell them to come over at...?"
"Hmm? Oh, I think 4:00..." Harry glanced at the clock in the wall. "It's 2:00 now, which means-
" -we have enough time to fit in a round before they get here!" Draco interrupted smoothly, trailing his hands around Harry's backside to rest snuggly at his ass.
"Wha-? Hey! No, it means that we need to get stuff started for dinner!" Harry retorted indignantly.
"Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist- we've got plenty of time to get things ready. Just one round~" The blonde pulled his lover over to the couch and pushed him to sit down, sinking down to straddle his lap.
"There is not such thing as 'just one round' with you..." Harry mumbled with a chuckle, but didn't stop his lover's advances as Draco bent down to capture his lips once again- this time with a more heated urgency, sweeping his tongue over the Gryffindor's bottom lip before taking it between his teeth to tug at teasingly.
"Mmmm, Draco..." Harry mumbled heatedly- his hands beginning to roam around his lover's lean muscled body.
"Urg...too many clothes..." Draco grumbled in complaint- reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing his wand. With a mumbled spell and a swish of his wrist, the two of them were rid from their clothing, besides their boxers, and Draco happily resumed work- tossing his wand carelessly behind him.
He kissed a trail across Harry's jawline and down his neck, savoring in the feel and taste of the other man's skin. Draco couldn't resist the temptation and began sucking and nipping at a strip of the lovely white neck- lavishing his lover's neck and creating a dark red love mark there.
"Mmm..aah..nnnn..." Harry groaned and arched his back in pleasure at the sensation on his neck- though that wasn't the only place he was feeling it.
"Draco..."
"Mmmm, I know..." Draco responded dazedly, already rocking his hips rhythmically as he continued to move further south on his lover's body.
Once he reached a point where he could kiss no lower, he sunk down to the carpet- spreading Harry's legs apart and nestling securely between them- his body burning with lust.
"You can't keep it in, can you~?" Draco teased, kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh of Harry's thighs as they quivered in arousal.
"No...need you...Draco...nnn..please..."
"Alright then..."
Draco reached forwards and grabbed the hem of Harry's boxers, pulling them down and leaning forwards to capture his prize in his mouth.
THUMP!
A sudden sound made Harry jerk in surprise, and alerted the couple to the presence of company in their living room.
"Honestly Ronald! I told you, Harry said to meet him at 2:30, not 3:00!" The unmistakable voice of Hermione Granger quipped shortly as she suddenly landed in the fireplace- bending down to quickly dust the excess floo powder off of the bottom of her coat.
"Alright, 'Mione..." A second figure, Ron returned with a slight roll of his eyes, as he too landed in the fireplace- again, bending down to haphazardly sweep the powder off his own coat as well. The redhead took no more than one step out of the fireplace before lifting his eyes and suddenly processing the scene taking place on the couch directly in front of him, barely 10 feet away.
"-W-wha-? Wait! What's- ???!!!!"
"What are you fussing about Ro- H-H-Harry??!!" Hermione gasped in shock, mimicking Ron's exact reaction as she stepped out of the fireplace and onto the plush carpet- jaw hanging slack and eyes bulged at the sight in front of her.
Harry was still leaning back into the couch, legs separated and a hand holding the head of blonde hair nestled between his thighs. Draco's back was still to the fireplace, leaving his identity unbeknownst to the new guests- but he could just imagine what kind of faces the two Gryffindor's were making.
Oh, this is gonna be good~...
Harry, who had gone pale in shock, froze- eyes wide in disbelief as he met those of his closest friends. Draco, on the other hand, maintained his usual calm and cool exterior and made no move to remove himself from the extremely suggestive position he was in between the Gryffindor's legs- smirking gleefully at what he assumed were absolutely dumbstruck faces that the new visitors were pulling. Instead of turning around right away and revealing his identity, he remained facing the couch- shifting his gaze upwards to his lover.
"I thought you said they were coming at 4..." The Slytherin drawled in amusement, causing Harry to snap out of his frozen state and turn a miserable look to the blonde.
"I said I thought I told them to come at 4..."
"Oh, so this is your fault then."
"Draco."
"H-Harry...t-t-that's not...h-h-he's not actually..." For nearly the first time in her life, Hermione was speechless- stammering as she glanced wide eyed at the blob platinum blonde hair still nestled in the space between Harry's legs with a glimmer of horrifying recognition. Ron turned his gaze as well and looked like he was about to be sick.
It didn't seem possible, but Harry paled even further- and before he had a chance to stop his lover from doing something stupid- Draco shot him a wink and a smirk before opening his mouth to retort.
"Hate to break it to you Granger, but it really is me." The unmistakably cool and confident voice of Draco Malfoy quipped back- his lips curling into one of absolute delight as he finally turned around and faced his lover's two friends- though he stayed sitting on the floor between Harry's legs for emphasis.
"You should thank me for taking time out of my busy schedule to come grace you wankers with my presence." He continued arrogantly- relishing in how purple Ron's face was turning, and how Hermione could do no more than gape at him- no words leaving her mouth.
"Draco!" Harry protested with a groan- knocking his foot into the blonde's leg in reprimandment.
"What~?" Draco shot back with a pout, turning sideways to send the dark haired male a look that said 'Why are you mad at me?'.
Apparently, that was all that Ron could take.
"I'm gonna be sick..." The redhead muttered- then promptly proceeded to faint with a large Thump.
His large body slumped forwards onto the floor, and Hermione reached forwards in concern.
"Ron? Ro-..."
Thump.
Harry watched in horror as she too collapsed on the floor, falling closely beside the large redhead.
Draco watched the scene unfold in front of him and released a howl of laughter- clutching at his sides as he laughed in unadulterated joy- wiping tears of mirth from his eyes after another moment of basking in the amusement. After a few more snickers he glanced up at Harry, who closed his eyes and scrubbed at his face with the back of his hands- a 'Why me?' groan escaping his lips as he did so.
"You forgot to disable the wards, didn't you?" The blonde asked gleefully.
Harry groaned again and wordlessly nodded. The wards that they kept up around their apartment weren't harmful- they just caused any person who entered without the permission of either him or Draco to fall unconscious moments after they enter the flat- as was what happened to the pair of knocked out Gryffindors.
"Maybe we should just Obliviate them and send them home- then call them back over and do that all again?" The Slytherin suggested gleefully, finally getting up from his place on the floor and flopping down on the couch beside Harry.
"I'm sure glad you're finding this funny..." Harry grumbled back petulantly, ignoring the mischievous gleam in the blonde's grey eyes and staring hopelessly at the unconscious forms of his friends on the floor of their living room.
"Oh, better yet! Give me that black Muggle box thing." Draco took no note of his lover's interjection and continued talking- mischievous excitement heavily laden in his voice.
"That Muggle box...What's it called? The thing that takes the pictures that don't move."
"Polaroid." Harry supplied tiredly, getting up off of the couch and looking around for his wand.
"That's it- Polaroid! I wanna get that stupid look on Weaslbe's face burned into a picture!" The blonde replied in sheer delight- hopping nimbly off of the couch and trailing after his dark haired lover.
"Ah there it is." Harry mumbled, finally spying his wand on the floor across the room and picking it up.
"What're you doing?" Draco asked curiously as the other male pointed his wand at the two unconscious Gryffindors.
Harry ignored the question and swished his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa."
The two figures magically floated upwards, and Harry maneuvered them sit onto the couch before releasing the spell.
He glanced down at the wand in his hand a gave a small self-deprecating snicker. You'd think that a seasoned 22 year old wizard, vanquisher of Voldemort and savior of the Wizarding World would be able to perform a simple 1st Year Charm spell non-verbally- but, after trying and failing miserably before to do so an occasion before (resulting in marinara sauce being flung all around the kitchen, and a less than thrilled Draco banning him from trying the spell non-verbally again) he'd kept to his promise and had so far refrained from testing it out again.
"So...What now?" Draco asked curiously, surveying the pair on the couch with a cock of his head. "You have a grand plan for breaking it to them when they come to?"
Once again, Harry ignored the question, and made for the staircase- thinking to change himself into actual clothes (he had forgotten that he'd been in nothing but his boxers this entire time), and then figure out a game plan of how he was going to explain the situation to Ron and Hermione.
He was still a bit peeved at the attitude that his lover had already chosen to adopt as soon as Ron and Hermione had entered their apartment- even after Harry had begged him ahead of time to be on his best behavior.
"Oi, don't ignore me!" The blonde protested, and climbed the staircase after him.
Harry entered their bedroom and went straight to their enormous walk-in closet. Living with a Malfoy demanded closet space- and if it weren't for the undetectable extension charm that he had placed upon the closet after moving in, he had no doubt that Draco's clothes would take up the entire space on their own.
Said Malfoy picked that exact moment to stalk into the closet behind the dark haired male, quirking an unamused brow at the cold shoulder that he was getting.
"The hell did I do to deserve that attitude?" Draco asked indignantly, crossing his arms with a pout.
Harry's brow twitched and he had the urge to chuck something at the blonde's hard head.
"I distinctly remember asking you to not be an arse when they came over, Malfoy."
"Wha-? How was that being an arse?!"
"I dunno. Maybe being a sarcastic asshole and calling them wankers the moment they walked in the door?" The dark haired male deadpanned, shooting his lover an unamused scowl.
Draco opened his mouth to retort, but snapped shut it with a pout- deciding that he was probably just going to dig himself into a deeper hole.
"Oh please. You're not wearing that." He retorted instead, balking at the hideous maroon jumper that the other male had just grabbed off of a hanger.
Harry looked down at the offending item in his hands then up at his lover with a frown. "What's wrong with it? I like this one."
"It looks like something your Great Aunt Agatha would wear."
"I don't have a Great Aunt Agatha."
"Well I do, and it looks like something she'd wear." The blonde retorted with a shudder, sneaking his wand out of his back pocket and quickly flicking it at the jumper.
"Hey!"
The jumper disappeared into thin air- leaving a scowling Gryffindor and a smug Slytherin.
"You should wear something high quality..." The blonde continued, scanning the shelves in the closet until he found what he was looking for and levitated it down with his wand.
"Something like this." He passed a beautiful emerald green jumper over to Harry with a smirk- who took it somewhat doubtfully.
Harry sighed and looked the garment over. As his lover had boasted, the jumper seemed to be of very high quality- the fabric felt soft against his fingers and it looked incredibly warm.
"C'mon, put it on~ It's cashmere- ordered
custom-made, just for you." The blonde urged with an emphatic wave of his hand.
"Custom-made? How'd you know my sizes? Why'd you buy me such an expensive jumper? And what made you pick green?" Harry called in question as he walked back over to his side of the closet and threw on an undershirt before slipping his arms into the soft, silky material of the green garment.
He stood in front of the mirror and surveyed himself.
The jumper fit him like a glove and was spectacularly soft and warm. He had to admit- his lover did have excellent taste when it came to clothing.
"It's custom made because I appreciate the finer things in life- like getting my clothes designed and fitted exactly as I like them. I picked one up for you and had it made sometime last week when I went to pick up an order." Draco responded as he threw on a black turtleneck and slipped a charcoal grey jumper of his own on top- hiking the sleeves up as he rummaged through his other shelves to find a suitable watch.
"I knew your sizes because, let's be honest- is there any part of your body that I don't know by now?" He continued, glancing up with a smirk to see the slight blush stain the dark haired male's cheeks.
"And as for the reason why it's green- " Draco fastened a sleek silver watch around his wrist and walked back over to where Harry stood- still surveying his appearance in the mirror.
" -Cause it matches your eyes."
The blonde punctuated the statement with a wink and a quick peck on his lover's cheek- and that was enough to cause the full grown male to blush completely red in the face.
"You're embarrassing." Harry muttered grumpily, but felt himself smile all the same.
"Well that- " Draco stopped and sent a trademark smirk to the dark haired male. " -and I can't resist dressing my Gryffindor lover up in Slytherin colors~"
Harry started sputtering and Draco threw his head back with a laugh.
"Especially when he's getting ready to meet with his other Gryffindor friends~!"
"Malfoy, you!"
Harry reached for the closest object he could find- a harmless pair of socks- and hurled it at the smug blonde. He however, nimbly slunk out of the closet before real damage could ensue, and left the boy wonder to steam in the closet by himself.
"That prat..."
Xxxx -DxH- xxxX
10 minutes later and Harry strode down the staircase, wearily searching out his lover for fear of the mischief that he was mostly likely getting ready to amuse himself with.
"Draco, where..."
The sound of something sizzling in a pan answered his question, and he meandered over to the kitchen- finding his blonde lover already busy preparing food- pots and pans simmering on the stove and ingredients stacked on the counters.
Draco glanced back upon hearing another presence in the kitchen, and offered a somewhat apologetic smile to the dark haired male.
"Figured I'd start cooking and you can wake them up...it'll probably be better if I'm not there immediately." He explained with a shrug, turning back to the stove and stirring whatever it was that was in the pan- Harry couldn't see.
"Alright...I'll...get to it then..." Harry hazarded, dragging his feet out of the kitchen and sinking glumly into the arm chair adjacent to the couch.
"Here goes nothing..."
He waved his wand and muttered a few spells to lift the wards' effects on his company- and moments later the two began to rouse with groans and yawns.
"Urg, my head hurts...what happened..?" Ron blearily opened his eyes and glanced around in confusion- eyes darting quickly to the figure leaning against him.
"Hermione? Hey, 'Mione..." He lightly shook the brunette next to him, who slowly opened her eyes with a frown.
"Ron? What...?"
Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and coughed discretely, catching the attention of the two Gryffindors.
"Harry! Oh it's so good to see you, what happened?" Hermione asked with confused smile, glancing around to survey her surroundings.
"Oh, er..." Harry scratched behind his ear uncomfortably. "I forgot to lower the wards before you guys came...you were a bit earlier than I had expected..."
Ron frowned deeply and glanced around as well. "Your wards knocked us out?"
"Uh, yeah..."
The dark haired male shifted uncomfortably and tried to resist the temptation to flit his eyes back to the kitchen where he knew Draco was cooking away. Thankfully the blonde had enough sense to throw up a sound Charm around the kitchen to keep his noises from being heard by those in the living room.
Ron screwed his face in an expression that suggested he was in extreme pain- but to those who knew him realized this to be the expression that he took on when thinking deeply about something.
"Is something the matter, Ron?" Hermione asked with a frown of her own, clearly feeling as if something wasn't right.
"I'm forgetting something." He muttered seriously.
"Well you do that quite often, mate." Harry joked nervously.
"No, I know what you mean Ron. Harry, this is the first time that we've been to your apartment since you moved here- but I have the strange feeling like I've been here before..." Hermione added with a concerned gaze swept over the room.
"Well, Uh...you were just here...a little bit ago...before you passed out from the wards..." The dark haired wizard supplied slowly- desperately praying though, that it wouldn't trigger any lightbulbs.
A moment later, Ron's face suddenly took on the color of a tomato- and Harry knew that his prayer hadn't been answered.
Oh shit...
"Harry!! You were here with Malfoy earlier weren't you??!!" He suddenly exploded- waving an accusingly finger wildly towards his friend.
"R-Ron, that's..."
"That's right!" Hermione cut in, her face becoming one of horrid realization.
"W-we flooed in and...and Malfoy and you...you..were..."
Her face erupted into a blush, but Harry was sure that hers was no match for his. He was blushing so much he felt his ears burning.
"What the bloody hell, mate?? Tell us honestly! Why was Malfoy here, and what were you doing with him earlier?!" Ron roared angrily, his face matching the color of his hair.
Harry opened and closed his mouth, but no words would leave it.
"I was here this morning, Weaslebe, because I live here." Drawled the calm and cool voice of Draco as he strolled out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel that he had slung over his shoulder.
Harry didn't know if he wanted to sigh with relief or groan in pain at the sudden appearance of his lover- but for the moment, he decided that he would feel a bit more relieved.
Ron and Hermione, on the other hand both openly gaped at the new figure- but before they could get a word in, the Slytherin continued.
"Potter and I have lived in this flat together for just over a year now. What you saw earlier was a normal part of a relationship- it's called shagging, not that you two would have any knowledge of that." He cast a cool smirk down at the both of them, and was pleased to note that he saw Ron's facial color go from purple to slightly green.
The two seemed completely incapable of uttering a single word, so Draco allowed himself to continue- walking around the couch to lean against the chair that Harry was occupying.
"To put it simply Weaslebrain, we're dating. Have been for over two years."
Harry remained frozen as well, scared of the reactions of his two friends. Before he could even bring himself to utter a single word however, he felt a pair of warm lips suddenly descend upon his own.
Draco gave the pair of stunned Gryffindors a wink as he leaned over and captured his lover's lips- moving his own against them only briefly before releasing them.
Harry nearly voiced out his displeasure of him having broken the kiss so quickly- but he suddenly remembered that he was in front of his friends. Kissing his lover. Who also happened to be Draco Malfoy. Who didn't have a good history with his two friends. And who also looked like they wanted to throw up and murder him at the same time.
"Harry, mate...How could you...?" Ron asked with a scowl, though it didn't stop the hurt from bleeding into his voice.
Hermione released a shaky breath and held her head in her hands- shaking it confusedly.
"Harry...why...?"
Harry stared at his lap for a moment- not trusting himself to speak.
"Can we please talk about this? Over dinner?" He asked quietly, pleading with his eyes for the two of his friends to give him a chance.
Ron looked away indignantly, not even meeting his emerald eyes. Hermione on the other hand gave a small sigh, her standing wavering at the heartbroken look on her friend's face.
"A-Alright. Ronald, we should at least hear him out..."
The redhead gave her an astounded look, but complied with a huff when she turned her own pleading look on him.
"Fine. We'll hear him out, then leave." He replied shortly.
"Excellent, I'll break out the fine China then..." Draco muttered dryly, earning a sharp glare from both Harry and Ron. The blonde raised his hands in defense and strode back ahead of them to the kitchen- leaving Harry to talk to the two.
"Look you two, I really am sorry...for...a lot of things..." The dark haired male began quietly, fixing them both with an apologetic look. "I just...I think it'll be better if we sit down and talk...I can explain how this all happened.."
Ron and Hermione exchanged frowns and followed Harry into the kitchen, where a table had already been set for four.
"Please do make yourself at home! If I'd have known you'd be dining with us tonight I'd have prepared something a bit simpler to suit your poor tastes." Draco quipped as Ron and Hermione took their seats at the table- both shooting Draco a glare to his back.
"Draco." Harry reprimanded reproachfully. Draco turned and met his eyes, offering a mock-innocent 'What did I do?' look. Harry's glare cut through, and Draco relented with a sigh, turning back to the stove with a pout and a slight drop of his shoulders.
Hermione stared strangely at the bizarre behavior that the normally snarky and cruel blonde was displaying, but shook her head with a slight frown. People don't change that easily.
"So, Uh...Where should I start..." Harry began nervously, flitting his eyes back and forth between his two longtime friends.
"How about you start with the part where you're gay?" The Slytherin commented in amusement- grey eyes dancing with mischief as they usually did when he was teasing his lover.
Ron raised a brow incredulously and gave his friend a strange frown- ignoring the blonde in his peripheral. "Seriously mate? You don't have a thing for girls at all?"
Harry cringed a bit and shook his head slightly. "I know...that everyone thought that Ginny and I would end up together..." He trailed off wistfully, and Draco felt a painful pang of jealousy in his chest.
"I tried dating her, but I never truly fell in love with her. I love her as a sister, but nothing in the romantic sense. After that I took a break from dating- honestly I never really tried to find someone to date. But after a while, I realized it was just because I didn't find an attraction to women- I felt myself drawn to men..." Harry tried to explain himself logically, but he didn't know if he was making any sense.
"Don't forget the part about only being attracted to blonde, pureblooded, Slytherin men with devilishly handsome looks and a great body." Draco piped in with flirtatious wink directed at the dark haired male.
Hermione gagged and Ron actually choked- bending forwards and pounding on his chest as he coughed and hacked. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and did the best that he could to remain calm in the circumstances that he was put in.
"Thank you for that, Malfoy." He replied stiffly, shooting the offending blonde a glare that told him to shut up.
Draco turned around with another pout, stirring away at the pan on the stove in front of him- perhaps more vigorously than desired due to his put out mood.
"Anyways- " Harry continued with a slight cough once Ron had stopped choking and no longer looked like he was going spill his guts on the floor.
"To make a long story short- once I started working at the Ministry, around the same time that you guys started, Malfoy and I were almost immediately assigned to work together as partners on Auror cases. At first we were both against the idea, but...well, things happened...and we decided to date." He finished somewhat awkwardly, finding no point in actually going into all of the details.
Hermione and Ron sat at the table, both somewhat shell shocked at the unbelievable story that they were being told.
"I know that it's a lot to take in...but it's the truth." Harry uttered earnestly, not knowing what else he could say to plead his case.
"Well if you're done with your ladies aid, then it's time to eat." Draco commented with a smirk, swishing his wand and levitating different plates filled with food onto the table.
"I'm sure that no one objects to some Chinese stir fry? Cause if you do, you know where the door is~"
Hermione gaped at the blonde in clear confusion, while Ron settled for merely giving the Slytherin a dirty look- following his every movement as he pulled out a chair next to Harry and sat down.
"How...do you know about Chinese take out food?" Hermione asked hesitantly, looking over the food in front of her curiously.
"We eat Chinese take out almost every Friday- it's kind of our thing to relax into the weekend with." Harry replied with a nonchalant shrug, while Hermione merely looked unsatisfied with the answer.
Draco noticed the look and cut in with a sigh.
"I know what you're thinking; 'Oh pureblood snob Malfoy, there's no way he would ever touch Muggle fast food !', right?"
Hermione's cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment and she looked down at her bowl.
"It's alright, I expected as much. If you would've asked me 5 years ago to try Muggle food I would've looked at you like you were crazy...but I'm different now." The blonde replied seriously, matching both Hermione and Ron's looks with a confident one of his own.
"I don't want to be known anymore as the pureblooded snob Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater and hater of Muggles and Muggleborns."
The lack of the word Mudblood didn't go unnoticed by Hermione, who looked at the Slytherin with slightly more accepting eyes.
"Seriously. For good now. I just want to be me- a normal wizard, who works as an Auror for the Ministry, hates it when things aren't tidy, and loves my boyfriend- who just happens to be the savior of the Wizarding World." Draco finished his mini-speech with a slight chuckle, and Harry grabbed his hand underneath the table and gave it a squeeze of support.
"You...you really have changed, haven't you.." Ron mumbled quietly, looking between the blonde and Harry.
"Well fine then. As long as you swear that you've change for the better and aren't pretending- I guess I'll have to be fine with my best mate shacking up with a weasel." The redhead lamented with a sigh, standing up and pulling Hermione up with him.
Draco quirked his lip in annoyance at the name, but widely chose not to comment- receiving a few gentle strokes to back of his hand as a reward for his compliance.
"As long as you're happy, Harry. We'll accept you no matter what." Hermione added a bit tearfully, walking over to give the dark haired wizard a hug.
The four walked into the living room together and Ron begrudgingly stepped into the fireplace with Hermione- still giving Draco a shifty look.
"Just...promise you'll tell us if he does anything bad to you." The redhead begged with a groan, scowling at the smirking face that Draco returned.
"Don't worry Weasley, only every ni- "
Harry quickly covered the pale lips with his hand before Draco could get another word out, but clearly the message had gotten across to Ron- who looked on the verge of being sick again. He felt relief but also a bit of sorrow as he waved at the two in the fireplace before they tossed a pinch of powder and disappeared into a spark of flames.
"Well, that could've gone a hell of a lot worse!" Draco replied brightly, laughing as he remembered the face that Ron was making again.
"I told you they would accept us." Harry replied with a soft smile, turning to link his arms behind the blonde's neck.
"Alright, I'll add it to the books. 'Harry 1, Draco 999'."
"Oh please, you're not right that often."
"Wanna bet, Potter?"
"You're on Malfoy. Guess what I'm thinking of right now."
"You want to continue with what we were doing earlier." Draco replied with low growl, guiding them over to the couch and pushing Harry down.
"Alright, I'll give you that one..." Harry replied with a slight laugh, reaching his hands up to hook around the blonde's neck as he hovered on top of him.
"But Draco, don't forget..."
"Hnn?" Draco intoned, busy kissing a trail down his lover's neck.
Harry leaned up and placed his mouth next to Draco's face to whisper hotly in his ear.
"We still have to tell your friends too~"
At the sudden thought of having to tell Blaise and Pansy about how he somehow ended up dating the savior of the Wizarding World, he paled and groaned in defeat.
"They can wait. I reckon I need at least a month for things to go back to normal before they raise hell..."
Harry laughed lightly at the response and leaned back to stare into Draco's grey eyes.
"Alright...Now, where were we..."