You say everything when you say nothing
Chapter eleven
It had been an entire month since Draco had moved into Godric's Hollow. They had kept in close contact with Hermione whose pregnancy was going well; they had even visited her a few times.
Harry's speech was improving drastically, but that was only because Draco kept him moaning long into the night all the time.
It was the 15th of December and Harry had brought out the Christmas decorations to decorate the house with. These included the balls that Dobby had used to decorate the room of requirement with in there fifth year. There was no way he was putting those up.
Harry was levitating himself so that he was in reaching distance of the top of the huge Christmas tree they had bought when Draco came into the living room carrying a tray full of milk and cookies.
"We're not five." Harry said looking over in his direction.
Draco looked down at the tray. "I like milk and cookies." He said defensively
"I know you do love."
"What's wrong with milk and cookies?"
"Nothing." Harry said putting himself back on solid ground and going over to his lover who had put the tray down and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Cookies taste nice and go with anything."
"You just described me."
"Well aren't you full of yourself today."
"You told me first thing this morning so obviously I'm just stating a fact that we both agree on."
Draco couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes, he had indeed told that to Harry that morning after a great night of sex. He grabbed Harry and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
"Want any help finishing off the tree my love?"
"Nope, I think I can do it."
Draco flopped on the sofa and began to eat the cookies that were still warm out of the oven. Harry had just discovered what a wonderful cook Draco was and had blackmailed him (with lots of sex) to cook Christmas dinner. Harry levitated himself to the top again with a star in one hand and an angel in the other.
"Star or angel at the top?" Harry shouted down. Draco had to finishing chewing, and swallow before replying.
"I think the angel."
"So do I."
Harry out the elegant model angel on the top of the tree and went and sat down on the sofa helping himself to a glass of milk and a cookie. He dipped the cookie into the liquid and bit into it.
Draco put his own glass down an then took Harry's placing that to the side too. He then began to undo Harry's shirt buttons revealing the black t-shirt underneath.
The Gryffindor took his hands away and kissed him softly. "Not tonight, I'm tired."
Draco looked at him a worried look etched on his face. "Is everything alright?" He asked.
"I'm fine, I'm just tired from last night, I didn't get much...any sleep last night."
Draco grinned at the memory and nodded. "Alright then let's get an early night."
The two climbed the stairs wearily to bed. Harry would have loved to have had a repeat performance of the previous night but he knew it wasn't healthy while he was...well in all honesty he wasn't sure.