11. RASPBERRIES
Harry sighed and, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, explained to Draco again: "Raspberries are out of season, love. No matter how many stores we go to, we won't find them, or we'll have to pay a fortune for them."
Draco, who up until this moment had been busy giving any fruit that wasn't a raspberry the evil eye, turned towards his boyfriend. "I don't care if they cost a fortune, we both own a fortune, we can spare one," he snapped, before turning on his heels and marching out of the store and onto the market.
"Draco! Draco!" Harry called as he scrambled to keep up with his obviously displeased boyfriend, while juggling two large bags of successfully acquired groceries. But Draco wasn't listening; he marched through the Saturday shopping crowd that had flocked to the local market, rudely pushing people out of the way in his quest for raspberries.
This is ridiculous, Harry thought, after almost toppling over a toddler with his big grocery bags. He can be a spoiled brat all he wants, I'm going home. And without a word to Draco, who was marching on far ahead, Harry turned and walked to the car. Draco would find his own way home.
But even after all the groceries had been unpacked and lunch was cooking away on the stove, there was no whiff of blond hair, no sharp voice demanding why Harry had left without a word and Harry began to worry. Granted leaving like that wasn't nice, but Draco had been a royal ass, dragging him from fruit shop to fruit shop, his arms full of groceries, while whining about the fact that nobody had any raspberries and snapping at Harry, who had nothing to do with any of it. Dark brows furrowed over green eyes. Maybe he should've handled things a bit differently, in a way that didn't involve leaving Draco alone. Things had been quiet and seemed safe lately, but he was still supposed to keep an eye on 'the witness'. Harry was just about to get up and pull on his cloak to go look for Draco when the front door opened.
"Draco?" he asked, half afraid it would be a ministry official informing him that Death Eaters had found and eliminated the Malfoy heir. But it really was Draco and instead of livid, like Harry expected, he looked almost solemn, clutching a grocery bag to his chest. Harry smiled.
"Found your raspberries at last, didn't you?" he asked, his tone quite warm and friendly. He didn't want to fight with Draco, he was just glad his boyfriend got home in one piece. "I'm sorry I walked away, Dray, I shouldn't have and not just because you're a key witness either."
Draco walked over to the freezer and put a round carton box in one of the drawers. Then he turned and enveloped Harry in a hug. "And I'm sorry for being such an ass about the raspberries and for snapping at you," he answered, amazing Harry. Draco never apologized this readily, not even when he had been wrong. But the raven haired man shook it off, he wasn't going to question his luck this time.
"So, what'd you get. Because you usually don't store raspberries in the freezer?" he wanted to know. Draco shook his head and smiled.
"Raspberry ice cream, the next best thing," he explained and winked at Harry. The Auror laughed, then grinned mischievously and bent his head down to Draco's neck. The blond tilted his head to make room, expecting a kiss or maybe a nibble. But Harry took a deep breath and blew a huge raspberry instead, earning him a 'Hey!' and a laugh from Draco, who jumped away.
Harry pulled his boyfriend back tight against his chest. "And these never go out of season," he told Draco.