Despite the title, not angst ridden. In fact, I believe it will be a while before the fluff dissipates and the sad returns. I'll give you a heads up though.
Wrong
"There's something wrong with this bed, Dragon." Harry pouted.
Draco flipped through the stack of parchment before him. "Hmm?"
Harry huffed. "There's something wrong with this bed!" he repeated - this time without the endearment.
"We can go looking for a new mattress tomorrow, love. Surely it can wait until then." Draco replied, finally turning to look at his petulant lover.
"Nope." Harry said.
Draco sighed, putting down his quill. "All right. What's wrong with the bed?"
Harry pouted again - much more effectively this time, as he could see Draco starting to cave. "You're not in it." he informed Draco seriously.
~Fin~
