Chapter 25: We're Feeling Old
Draco grabbed the picnic blanket and rolled with it, wrapping himself up like a pig in a blanket. "Draco! Stop! You're going to get ants all over!" Harry squealed, pushing him away. Draco rolled his eyes and pointed at his wand. "I can just poof them away, remember? Wizards." Harry had had a bad experience with bugs when they went up this hill. He had accidentally tripped on a pile of ants and had gotten a few bites before Draco could remove all of them. Draco was usually the dramatic one, and it disturbed him that today it was different. Draco felt mature for once. Draco didn't know how to deal with that, hence the blanket.
"Harry, I'm sorry you got bitten by ants. But that's why I took rash cream, bug spray, and anti-itch cream for your crazy date idea. And I've already put it all on your skinny little legs, so please stop sitting like a terrified stick." Draco told Harry. Harry glared at Draco, subconsciously letting his legs fall back down on the blanket. Thank Merlin they already ate. Draco didn't think Harry would survive. "Come here." Draco said, unsure how to approach this situation. Again, he was usually the one babied. Which was unusual, he knew, when he was usually topping, but Draco and Harry had never been normal.
Harry had the good form not to hesitate and leaned into Draco's awaiting arms. Draco pulled him sideways to him and wrapped him up with both arms while sitting. It was extremely uncomfortable, if Draco was being completely honest. Draco's right arm was lodged under Harry's armpit in order to keep him from falling onto Draco's thighs. Harry weighed like a brick when he was laying on him. But, Draco was anything if not cordial, and let him lay there on Draco's left nipple anyways. "You're intolerable, you know that?" Draco whispered to Harry even though they were the only ones in the spot.
Harry groaned and moved even more into Draco's general area, sinking into his stomach. "I know. Thanks for tolerating me." Harry grumbled, probably exhausted from being so annoying. "What are you going to do with kids of your own, Harry? Freak out when they freak out?" Draco mocked. Harry fake gasped. "That's not fair! If anything, you'd be the one acting like the extra kid!" Draco laughed and mussed Harry's hair with his now free hand. Harry grumbled again and got comfortable. "It's a good thing I'll have you to boss us around then." Draco said finally. Realizing what his words meant, Draco blushed madly.
Thankfully, Harry didn't look up at Draco's tomato-red face; instead he let his eyes close like he didn't have a care in the world, as if he wasn't freaking out over bugs a second ago. "Yeah. I suppose so." Harry said, Draco catching a crack of a smile under his long messy hair. Harry didn't even pick on that Draco was insinuating that Harry would want to have kids together as a family, if they, you know, chose to have a surrogate at one point in their lives. It made butterflies go rabid in Draco's stomach like he was a first year with his first crush, though Draco would never admit it to anyone and especially not Harry.
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Harry wasn't the smartest person alive, but even he knew that Draco was getting anxious. Harry wanted to make fun of him for it, the stupid git. Draco was still so closed off sometimes, he still thought that Harry didn't see a future with him. Harry decided to ignore it, however. He'd just have to convince him through something else. And by something else, he meant playing dumb and throwing poor Draco through a loop to realization. Because that was definitely what Harry did most of the time. Play dumb on purpose. Yup. "I think I'd like three kids. Maybe four." Harry said, nonchalantly.
Draco looked down at him with surprise. "You want to take care of that many? Wait, hold that thought. I'm not even surprised. Of course you'd want to look after that many demons." Harry chuckled. "Don't act like you don't like kids, you silly prat. I saw you help that boy, remember? I know you'd be a great dad- Ow!" Harry yelped, as Draco pulled on his hair. "Don't irritate the man who has a hand dangerously close to your own hair." Harry harrumphed and massaged his poor head, that was sadly mistreated by Draco on a daily basis. Harry didn't even know why he still trusted Draco enough to lay near him.
"But you'd still be a good dad. No matter if we had three kids or six." Harry lamented, knowing he was treading on dangerous grounds. Draco tried to glare but Harry was one of the few who knew him well enough to notice the small smile he tried to hide while trying to glare menacingly enough to get Harry to back off. Bollocks. It was all in vain. Harry would never back off as far Draco himself was concerned. "Three. Only three." Draco said, trying to sound serious. Harry laughed a deep, hearty, laugh. "What are you laughing about now? If you think we're having more than that you're crazy."
Harry grinned at Draco and sat up before getting into his lap. Before Draco could react, Harry kissed him deeply. "Oh man. Wotcher, Harry." Draco said, brow furrowed; not trusting Harry to not want something with a kiss involved beforehand. "Just... I don't know Draco... life will surprise you..." Harry winked. Draco groaned and threw his head back. "I don't even want to hear it." Harry laughed and pecked Draco on the lips again. "Enough! You can't convince me to infest my life with a huge amount of intolerable mini Potters." Harry cocked his head at Draco. "But that wasn't what you thought of me after you finished your drawing..."
Draco ignored the innuendo and moved to push Harry off him, but Harry held on fast before Draco could dump him onto the picnic blanket. "Okay! Okay! I'm done! I'm finished." Harry said, breath hurting from laughing so much. "You laugh a lot for someone approaching mortal doom." Draco said, lowering his voice. Harry raised his eyebrow. "I didn't know you were Salazar Slytherin now." Draco tickled under Harry's armpits and Harry screeched. "That doesn't even make me ticklish, just uncomfortable!" Draco kissed him before depositing him on the blanket like a large rice bag. "Can't we just be a normal couple?" Harry complained. "We are perfectly normal." Draco argued.