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Surprise, Surprise
(Or 5 times Draco surprised Harry, and One Time Harry Returned the Favour)
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"Honey, I'm home," Harry called, hanging his Auror robes up before he pulled off his boots. He was so glad to be done for the day, especially if the smells emanating from the kitchen were an indication of what they'd be eating.
"In here," Draco called from the kitchen.
He sounded cheerful, and Harry smiled to himself as he padded through their flat. When he reached the kitchen, he stopped at the doorway, leaning on the frame as he watched his boyfriend dishing up their food.
It wasn't often Draco had time to indulge his love of cooking—and Harry's love of his food—but when he did, it was always amazing.
Besides, Harry loved to see how happy he was when he was in the kitchen. Despite Draco's career as a Healer, he'd really missed his calling as a chef, in Harry's opinion.
Draco turned to see him watching and smiled, handing over a wine glass half filled with a fruity-smelling red, and Harry took a sip.
"It's good. A new one?"
Draco nodded. "It compliments the pasta."
Harry reached out to snag Draco's hand and pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"Thank you for dinner."
"You haven't even tasted it yet," Draco said, laughing. "It could be awful."
Harry scoffed and shook his head. "You're not capable of making anything awful."
"Uh huh. You have entirely too much faith in me. Hungry?"
"Starving."
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"Draco? Why are there suitcases in the hall?" Harry asked, a note of panic in his voice.
He was trying really hard not to jump to conclusions, but it wasn't easy. There were only so many explanations that could come from suitcases in the hall, after all.
And he knew they were Draco's; they'd picked the matching cyan cases together when they'd hoped to go on holiday the summer before. So it wasn't an unexpected guest.
"Harry?"
Harry followed his voice to their bedroom, and then blinked. "What are you wearing?"
The shorts and t-shirt combination looked adorable, but wasn't exactly weather appropriate given the October rain.
"Yours are on the bed," Draco said with a wide grin. We're going to the Bahamas for two weeks."
Harry stared. "I can't just—"
"I've already fixed it with Kingsley," Draco interrupted, waving him off. "Now hurry up and get changed. Our portkey is set to leave in… fifty-three minutes."
"You planned a whole holiday?"
Draco smiled. "We deserve a break, Harry. And I want to walk down a beach, holding your hand, without worrying about seagulls shitting on my head."
"They don't have seagulls in the Bahamas?"
Draco threw the t-shirt at Harry with a chuckle. "Shower and change, idiot."
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"Oh my god, he's gorgeous," Harry murmured, stroking the head of the tiny puppy in Draco's hands. "Where did you find him?"
"I bought him," Draco said, passing over the puppy to Harry. "I've seen you with Blaise and Theo's pups, I thought you might want one for yourself."
"He's ours?"
"He's ours," Draco confirmed with a small smile.
"I love him. And I love you."
"I love you too. Ready to argue about the name?"
Harry grinned. "Oh, it's on."
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"You know we didn't have to go out, right?" Harry offered, as they walked down the street hand in hand. "I've never really fussed about my birthday."
Draco wrinkled his nose. "Is it really so bad that I wanted to celebrate the day you were born?"
"Of course not," Harry assured him. "I just wanted to make sure you knew we don't have to do anything special."
"It's just the Three Broomsticks, Harry, it's not exactly Paris."
Harry snorted. "Fair enough."
He led the way into the bar, and then laughed when he saw the banner strung over the bar.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY!
All of their friends were there, wide smiles on their faces, and they cheered once they realised Harry knew what was going on.
"I thought we'd best not do the whole jumping out and shouting thing. Unnecessary hexings weren't the way I wanted to spend the night," Draco murmured against his ear, his hand pressed to the small of Harry's back.
Harry twisted to kiss him. "Thank you."
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"I don't think I can look at any more houses," Harry admitted, running a hand through his hair. "It's like we're never going to find the one we're actually looking for."
"One more, Harry," Draco pleaded, tugging on his hand. "I have a good feeling about the next one."
Harry allowed himself to be pulled over to the fireplace. He could never really say no to Draco.
"It's perfect," he admitted when they were finished looking around the house.
And it really was. It was relatively modest, at least compared to the houses they'd looked at so far; Draco was used to opulence and extravagance and the realtor had played on that.
But this one was more them. Still beautiful, still stately, but… homely too.
"I'm so glad you think that," Draco murmured. "Because I already bought it. Welcome home, Harry."
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Harry took a deep breath as he dropped to one knee.
"You know, I thought I'd lost my mind when I first realised I'd fallen in love with you. We were childhood rivals; we were on opposite sides of a war. We shouldn't have worked. And yet, when I look at you, I feel like I can see my whole life in front of me, and it's happy. You make my dreams come true every single day, Draco, and I adore you. Will you marry me?"
"You're a sap, but… nothing would make me happier, Potter."
Written for:
Record Collection: 8. You Make My Dreams (Come True), Daryl Hall & John Oates: "You make my dreams come true."
Written In The Stars: 9. Cyan
Angel's Archive: 19. (Theme) Happiness
Film Festival: 2. Fallen
Forecast: 20. Hungry
365: 57. Wine Glass