"Pass the coffee."
Draco nodded, complying and lazily scooting the pot over to Harry.
"Pass the paper."
Harry rolled his eyes, pushing over the folded newspaper that was as close to Draco as it was to himself.
"What are you going to do today?"
It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes; Harry knew exactly what he was doing today. Go to work, meet up with Harry for lunch, finish work,come home, perhaps shag, and then sleep.
"I'm going to train elephants at the zoo in Bangkok."
"Sounds utterly fabulous." Harry grinned, leaning over to bump shoulders with Draco and reached for an apple. The dark haired man stood up and walked around the counter, washing his coffee cup out in the sink, apple clenched between his teeth. His hair was mused, glasses slightly crooked, and there was still sleep evident on his face. Draco didn't mind this. He couldn't see a problem with his current lifestyle; he had a more than healthy relationship, a job that didn't make him want to pull out his hair, and their flat was absolutely perfect. No, he thought, he would be content to live like this till he wrinkled and was telling bed time stories to his grandchildren.
"Will you marry me?"
…..
Harry was a possessive being. If something was his, then every person surrounding him must know that it's his. He was also very protective. Whenever there was a wavering in the tall stacks of books that Hermione buried herself, he would always pull her out of the tumble of Ancient Runes books that was sure to come and seat her in a safer place. Or when Ron would be eating mass amounts of candy, and Harry would tell him that he'd get fat and no girl would ever go for a fat bloke.
But this was fourth year, and they were grown up, and Harry had nothing to do with himself because the year looked to be dull and Hermione and Ron learned how to take care of themselves. He began to find himself walking the first years to their classes, and every girl in his year was swooning about oh how adorable and oh my gosh that child he has looks like he could be our baby! And it wasn't just the girls that were batting their eyelashes at the green eyed boy. A certain blonde's heart was always fluttering every time he saw Harry with a blonde child or a brunette with blue eyes.
The protective trait of Harry Potter didn't affect Draco until the blonde's name was being spit out of the Goblet of Fire and the Great Hall produced one big shout of protest. Through all the confusion, Harry had bolted to Draco's side, looked up at him and gave him a bright smile.
"Don't worry Malfoy, I'll volunteer to go in the tournament for you. I don't want your pretty little face being injured."
…
Draco Malfoy had no clue about sex. Didn't know the different positions, didn't know how to prepare for it. He knew that most of the time there was penetration. And that sex lead to babies. But what he really didn't get was how you didn't make a baby every time you had sex. If that was so, wouldn't the earth be massively over populated? He knew that more than half the Slytherin's would be some type of mother by now. So Draco Malfoy had one option; he had to go to the one person he knew had knowledge of the subject.
Harry Potter had taken summer school classes every year he returned to Number 4 Privet Drive. He learned Language Arts, and Geometry, and Biology, and just about every class one could fit into four weeks of every summer. And by far his favorite was Sex Ed. Especially the end of the course, when the teacher would pass out condoms like he expected everyone to go and screw behind the school. Which was why he was massively surprised when one blonde Slytherin came up to him, inquiring about said condom. So Harry had pulled him into Gryffindor tower while every eon was at lunch, and whipped out his own cock with a light blush.
"First things first; don't put on a condom if you aren't partially or fully erect. You get bigger when you're hard." He said this as he slowly pumped himself, as if it were completely normal to touch oneself in front of someone who wasn't even a friend.
"After you get the condom open, without tearing it, you have to 'pinch an inch'. Leave room at the tip for cum." Harry had pulled out a condom and was now holding the tip between two fingers as he explained this to a red Draco. The Slytherin watched in interest as Harry had rolled the condom over himself, and yeah, Harry definitely got bigger when he was hard, and he was actually better looking when his erection wasn't tucked into his pants. Their eyes connected, and Harry was smirking.
"So once you've got it on…how do you fix it?"
"Well…that's another problem for me to teach you entirely."