25 HarryxDraco Drabbles
By Yiji
Drabble 2 : Slytherins Don't Cuddle
"No."
"Oh, come on, Draco. Just for a little bit."
"I have told you once, I will tell you again, Potter. I am not going to stay in bed with you and engage in post-coital cuddling."
"Why not?"
Draco disentangled himself from the tangle of limbs and burgundy blankets and fixed the mussed-looking Gryffindor with his trademark 'Malfoy-glare-of-contempt™'. "Because Slytherins don't cuddle. Slytherins are proud, noble people, with generations of unwavering reputations as cold-hearted leaders of the underworld. We are relentless in our emotions, and aren't weighed down by flippant ideas such as love and affection."
"That's not what I gathered a few minutes ago, when you seemed to be stating quite the opposite. Screaming, actually." Harry parried, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes and giving Draco his most impious grin. The other boy turned an admirable shade of puce, before harrumphing and throwing his silver pillow at the raven-haired boy's face, which then proceeded to give a muffled cackle.
"For the final time, I am not cuddling with you, you bloody git!" Draco spat, before climbing out of their bed and onto the wooden floor of their shared flat. He'd intended to do this in a very collected manner, but the moment his bare feet had touched the almost frozen floorboards, he gave what was undeniably a yelp and dove back into the bed. As he pulled the covers back up to his chin, he felt a familiar well-toned arm wrap itself around his waist and secure him to the spot with a vice-like grip. Heedless of the scowl on his face that could peel wallpaper, Harry placed a chaste kiss on the tip of Draco's nose, before burying his head in the paler boy's collarbone and giving a sigh of pure contentment.
"I told you, Slytherins don't cuddle," came Draco's voice again, the resolve in it wavering.
"No," Harry said, smiling against Draco's bare neck, "But Gryffindors do."