Fandom: Potter / HarryDraco
Word Count: 314
Easter Egg: Chevron Egg, Day: 29. "Are you even listening to me?" / "What did you say?"
Saturday Night Plans
"Why are you like this?"
Harry looked up from where he was lying on the sofa, wrapped up like a burrito in a blanket.
He blinked slowly.
"Was I supposed to be somewhere?"
Draco frowned. "Not that I know of? But it's eight o'clock on a Saturday night and you're here in pyjamas, with blankets, snacks and hot drinks. Potter, you're twenty three years old, you weirdo."
Harry snorted. "You're here though, aren't you? Instead of being out wherever you think I should be."
"I'm here to pick you up. It's too early to go out yet, but I knew I'd find something like… this, so I thought I'd best come with time to spare."
"Uh huh."
Harry didn't sound remotely convinced and Draco rolled his eyes again. He walked into the kitchen to grab a drink. Harry always had the most fun Muggle drinks.
When he returned to the living room, can of 'Fanta' in his hand and already talking about his plan for their night out, it was to find Harry's eyes closed and his breathing deep.
"Are you even listening to me?" Draco demanded.
Harry opened his eyes. "What did you say?"
"You're an asshole."
"Yes I am. You wanna know what else I am?"
Draco waved his hand for Harry to elaborate. "Go ahead."
"Comfy. That's what I am. Which means I'm definitely not going to the Leaky, or the Broomsticks, or the new nightclub on Horizont."
"Potter," Draco whined.
Harry arched an eyebrow at him, and then lifted the edge of the blanket.
Draco sighed. "I hate you."
"No you don't. You prefer comfy nights at home too, you just pretend that we should be out every weekend because it's what's expected."
Draco flipped his shoes off and left his robe on the chair, before he climbed into the blanket burrito and snuggled close.
"Shut up and cuddle me."