For Ana. I love you, honey!
Prompts at the end!
Word Count:422
There's something particularly amusing about seeing Draco Malfoy on the beach. Harry tries not to smirk, but he fails miserably.
"Something funny, Potter?"
Harry swaggers closer, his smirk transforming into a grin. He prods his boyfriend's bare chest. "Very," he chuckles. "Nice swim trunks."
A soft pink creeps into Draco's pale cheeks. His slender fingers brush over his shorts—emerald green, in true Slytherin fashion—and scowls, pulling away. "I'm at the beach for your birthday," he grumbles. "I could be home, where I'm not risking burning to a crisp. Stop teasing me and just be happy."
Harry takes Draco's hand, their fingers lacing together. "I am happy, dammit," he laughs shaking his head and leading Draco along the shore. The cool waves crash against the sand, lapping at their bare feet.
It's strange how much time can change things. Some days, he forgets that he and Draco had started out as rivals. He still doesn't understand how destiny has brought them together, how he could fall in love with the man he's meant to hate. He isn't complaining, of course; Harry has spent far too long yearning for a simple life, for some sense of normalcy. He never imagined that Draco Malfoy would give him that peace of mind, but he's happy with it.
"You keep staring at me like I'm some sort of oddity," Draco says, pushing his free hand through his blond hair.
Harry snorts. "Or maybe I'm staring at you like I love you, and you're my favorite thing on the beach."
"Really? Because that is infinitely more interesting." Draco points, and Harry follows his attention.
A strange, almost clear blob is a few steps ahead of them. A beached jellyfish. Given how far inland the tide has carried it, Harry assumes it's dead.
He shrugs. "Fair. A lot more attractive too," he teases.
"Oi!" Draco pulls his hand away and playfully smacks Harry's arm. "Watch it, Potter."
Harry pulls him close, resting his head against Draco's shoulder. "We don't have to spend my birthday on the beach," he says. "I really don't need you to do something special for me. Let's order takeaway then just hibernate or something."
"We do that every day," Draco points out.
"Yeah. And every day with you is special."
Draco considers for moment. Finally, he shrugs, grinning broadly. "A nice curry sounds better than a sunburn," he decides.
And as he and Draco race across the beach, slipping and sliding in the sand, Harry can't think of a better way to spend his birthday.
Gobstones, purple (birthday): "I am happy, dammit.", beach, simple
Balloon: DracoHarry
Eagle, Uric the Oddball: jellyfish, oddity
Faeries, winter: hibernate
Character Appreciation: rival
Showtime, Everybody Say Yeah: destiny
Buttons: Harry Potter
Lo's Lowdown, Gaila: green
