A/N: Hey y'all! This was written for Hogwarts. Note: AU
Word Count: 479
Enjoy!
Arthur stretched out a leg, groaning as the muscles tightened. His toes brushed along a calf—Lucius'—which caused the man beside him to stir. A hand snaked out from the sheets and wrapped around Arthur's wrist, pulling him closer.
"Don't you dare get out of bed," Lucius mumbled into his pillow. "I need the heat."
Arthur twisted his arm so he could run his fingers through Lucius' long, blond hair. "You're rather self-entitled, aren't you?"
"Stay in bed."
"I want a coffee."
There is was—those grey eyes Arthur had fallen so in love with. He didn't even mind that Lucius had only lifted his face from the pillow to glare at him. "That's not funny."
Arthur just shrugged, his blue eyes sparkling. "I thought it was, actually."
A huff of laughter betrayed Lucius' true feelings; Arthur grinned in triumph, though he was careful not to let his partner see. "Come on; I'll make us breakfast."
Lucius yawned widely. "You will not. Dobby will do it; that's what he's for, after all."
Arthur hesitated. At thirty, he was still unused to relying on house elves for so many things, even though he'd been living with Lucius for the better part of ten years. They'd fought often as they'd tried to come up with a balance between the privileged pureblood life and the one Arthur had lived. Arthur hadn't been successful in convincing Lucius to live without house elves, but it really wasn't such a terrible battle to lose.
That didn't change the fact that Arthur liked feeling independent, though. "I really don't think that's—"
"Dobby," Lucius interrupted lazily, and the elf appeared with a crack, wringing his hands. "Bring us a full English breakfast—and be quick about it."
"Yes, sir—Dobby will bring you your breakfast, sirs—"
"Now," Lucius snapped impatiently; Arthur frowned at him, apologizing quickly to Dobby and thanking him. The poor elf nodded quickly and then disappeared. Arthur turned to Lucius.
"You didn't have to do that," he said uncomfortably. "I could have made us breakfast."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "I can think of a few other things I'd rather be doing with you."
Arthur rolled his eyes, but his neck and ears were growing hot. "I'm flattered," he said flatly.
"You should be," Lucius agreed. But when he spoke next, it was with a sudden seriousness that startled Arthur. "It's not often a Malfoy hands out their eternal love, after all."
Arthur kept calm, despite the way his heart fluttered as though he were still a teenager. "Is that so? Do you love me?"
Lucius stared at him intensely. "More than you know," he growled at last.
Goosebumps erupted over Arthur's flesh, and he let himself bury his nose in the other man's neck. "I love you too," he murmured.
Fingers against the nape of his neck were his only response, but Arthur knew that it was enough.