Sewing 101: gift fic for Arty

Slash September: Draco

Auction: Draco

Debate: apologize

Back to School: desk

365: "I want pancakes. Get to it."

Buttons: biscuit tin

Lyric Alley: You made a now, never get mad.

Word Count: 352


Draco scowls as he watches Harry. His boyfriend sits at his desk, looking over paperwork without even sparing Draco a glance. He hates being ignored, but he is too proud to beg for Harry's attention.

"Just going to be a prat and ignore me?" Draco asks, folding his arms over his chest. "Look at you, pretending to work."

"I am working," Harry says sharply, reaching into the biscuit tin and plucking a ginger newt out. "It would go a lot better if you would stop sulking."

"Malfoys do not sulk!"

Harry doesn't respond. He keeps his emerald eyes fixed upon the files sent from the Ministry. Draco wonders if it's actually some pressing Auror issue, or if he's just determined.

As much as he hates it, he understands the silence. The beginning of their relationship had been one fight after another. It doesn't matter that they love one another; they are always bound to clash. Harry had been the better man. When things had been completely miserable between them, and Draco had been on the verge of walking out, Harry had made a promise. No matter how mad he gets, he won't act on his anger. There's been no yelling, no fighting, and it's been so peaceful.

Until now.

Draco knows he ought to apologize. Even if it had been an innocent mistake, he's still in the wrong. But actually admitting that to Harry is unbearable.

"I won't say sorry," Draco says when the silence becomes maddening.

"Uh huh," Harry says absently, shuffling the papers around. "I'm sure you won't."

"Piss off," Draco snaps.

Harry still doesn't look up. Draco's pride is wounded, but he can't apologize.

"What do I have to do?" Draco asks. "Because I'm not saying it."

Finally, Harry looks at him. He purses his lips, considering as he taps his quill against the desk. "I want pancakes," he decides. "Get to it."

"I can't bloody cook! Do you want the house to burn down?"

His boyfriend smirks. "Curry takeaway then. Your treat."

Draco exhales deeply. "Fine."

"In that case, all we be forgiven when you bring me dinner."