A/N: It rained again today; my fingers are frozen :(

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Warning: Nothing. This chapter is just a glimpse of their everyday lives :P

21 December 2008

On the ninth day of Christmas…

"Draco, have you seen my boxers?" Harry asked; he was kneeling on the floor, in front of their dresser.

"What do you mean? You were the one that did the laundry this week…" Draco stepped out from the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe. He snorted when he saw how Harry had at least a dozen pairs of boxers littered on the ground. "I hope you are going to put all those back in their appropriate places."

Harry turned his head and frowned at the blond. "I can't find it… The one you got me for my birthday…" He turned back and continued to rummage through the drawer. "I love that pair… it's soft and silky… and… Hey, weren't you the one that put the clean boxers back?" Harry wasn't looking at Draco when the blond turned a bit pink at his cheeks.

Draco cleared his throat. Shit! They're under my pillow. "I uh…" Draco collected himself and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his bathrobe. "I think I would see your boxers, Harry. They're red. Gryffindor color."

"Exactly. Everything else in this drawer is either black or some sort of dark color. Red would stand out and yet I don't see it." Harry sighed and got off his knees; he stood up and turned around to face his lover. "Draco, are you sure you didn't misplace them…? Like, putting it in another drawer or some other place?" Harry was eyeing Draco with a calculating gaze, making the blond fidget a little on the spot.

Can't tell Harry that I kept it under my pillow… Oh my god, what if he already knows?! I like how it smells after it's been washed… The scent of Harry and detergent…

"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco said haughtily. He huffed and shuffled over to the bed and sat down. "I put every piece of clothing back where they belong. Your boxers were one of those pieces. Maybe you were the one that misplaced them." Draco discreetly snaked his hand under his pillow, searching for the missing undergarment.

"I haven't even worn them this week!" Harry exclaimed. "Let alone touch them." Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco when said man began to blush and Harry could see the hand under the pillow. "Draco… Don't lie to me. I know you're lying when you start moving and fidgeting side to side, like you have an itch you can't scratch."

"N-no…" Draco gulped when Harry advanced on him. Three feet away. Two feet away… "Don't… I-I… What about those boxers on the floor?! You can wear those until you find the red one!" Draco counted quickly in his head. "There are nine for you to choose from! That can last more than a week!" He was desperately trying to find the boxers… Shit! Where are they!?!

"Looking for these…?" Harry took something out from his jeans' pocket.

Ah, fuck. Draco closed his eyes in defeat when he saw what was in Harry's hand.

The red boxers.

"You know I don't like it when people lie to me, Draco." Harry walked closer until he was standing right in front of Draco. "I woke up this morning, and you were still asleep. I was about to kiss you awake when I saw something red sticking out from under your pillow…" Harry lips began to form a smile. "Draco, love, do you like holding my boxers like a teddy bear before you sleep?"

Draco pouted and wrapped his arms around his lover; he pulled Harry closer so that he could bury his heated face in Harry's toned abdomen.

"I-I… like how it smells… reminds me of you," Draco mumbled into warm skin. "I'm sorry for lying, but I thought you would make fun of me and—" Draco was stopped when Harry cupped his face, making him look up at Harry.

"I'm not going to laugh at you for that," Harry said softly. "Draco, I think it's endearing."

"Embarrassing is more like it," Draco muttered but inwardly was glad that Harry didn't find it weird.

"One thing… You only hide clean boxers, right?"

"Of course – Oh, eww, Harry. That's disgusting!" Draco slapped Harry's bum for even saying such things.

Harry chuckled. "Just checking, Draco."

... nine discarded boxers.

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A/N: Lol! Boxers crisis!

Me: Haha! Draco likes to sleep with Harry's boxers! –sings-
Draco: :T –slaps hand over my mouth- Shush!
Me: Mmmffft! Mmmmfff!
Draco: I'll give you ice cream, Gio!
Me: -quiets down-

Harry: You spoil her, Draco.
Draco: I want silence :D

Me: I want Coffee flavored ice cream!
Harry: -hands over a bowl-
Draco: Who's spoiling her now? Hm???