Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Cuddling
Medium: fic
Rating: Pg-13, because Draco is a potty-mouth.
Warnings: Fluff, I suppose. And it ignores the epilogue (duh)
Draco wasn't, as far as Harry had noticed, a very affectionate person. He was constantly sneering at people, his words were always double-edged and cutting, and he had the tendency to be vain and paranoid.
Which is why Harry was surprised when Draco (after several strenuous months of wooing that involved a botched meet-the-friends date, several mishaps at restaurants that may or may not have been Harry's fault (he personally blamed his fame), and multiple reassurances that no, he wasn't joking) demanded to be held. Not even asked, or hinted. Demanded that he be snuggled.
Not that Harry was complaining, mind you.
"Potter, stop it with your bedamned internal moral struggle and just get over here and cuddle me, damn it!"
Harry grinned easily, looking down at his disgruntled boyfriend, and tapped his foot against the edge of the bed. "Hm, I don't know…. You normally don't approve of me making any advances…."
Well, not complaining internally, that is.
Draco glared at him snootily and replied, "That doesn't matter right now. Get over here."
"But, why, Draco?" Harry tapped his chin in thought, secretly delighting in the way Draco's pout grew. "I mean, this is such a change! I don't know if I'm ready!"
Shifting the sheets on the bed (silk, of course. It was Draco bloody Malfoy, after all) to make himself more comfortable, Draco hissed through his teeth, "Because I just had a piss-poor day at the Ministry, and you're going to come over here right now, lay down on this bed, hold me, pet my hair, and tell me that it'll all be okay, and that you love me anyway, no matter what the Ministry thinks of me or my family. And then you're going to make me dinner, come back here, feed it to me, and hold me more. Do you understand me, Potter?"
"You know," Harry murmured as he toed off his shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed, "you could at least call me 'Harry' when you make demands like this."
Draco just stared at him, mouth set in a little moue of discontent. With a husky chuckle, Harry slid up to wrap an arm around the blonde, pulling him against Harry. He gently pressed a kiss to the side of Draco's head and ran soothing fingers through silvery fine hair. Almost immediately, Draco almost climbed into his lap, legs and arms throwing themselves over him and tugging him closer to the warm blonde.
Warm breath skittered on his neck, and Harry laid his cheek on Draco's hair. "That bad, huh?"
In answer, Draco just snorted, clung tighter, and buried his face in Harry's shoulder. The brunet hummed quietly under his breath, fingers tangling gently in blond hair. "Like your day was just peachy, full of flowers and skipping children, Mr. Savior of the Wizarding World," he finally mumbled, the words half-incomprehensible and coming from somewhere between his collarbone and Adam's apple.
(Harry decided to ignore the mocking title, because he was a good person like that, and it wouldn't do to make Draco's day worse.)
"Well, no, of course it wasn't, but my day wasn't bad either." Harry rubbed the back of Draco's neck, smiling when the blonde's shoulders relaxed. "Anything I can do?"
Draco shook his head (which came as a bit of a surprise, Harry wasn't going to lie. Draco was demanding at best), and just leaned against Harry more. "No. No, you're… just… keeping doing that, alright? Just…. Stay here with me."
Harry kissed the top of Draco's head as he settled himself against the pillows, tangling his legs with Draco's affectionately. "Of course, love. Of course."
Written for Pixie.