"Hungry?"
Harry looked down at the pitiful state of the eggs he was so careless with. Even if I hadn't eaten in two days I wouldn't want these…
Draco just hummed a quiet refusal and shuffled over to the coffee maker. With a lazy wave of his hand over the pot, it started filling up with hot coffee. Harry grimaced.
"You know, just because we can use magic whenever we want doesn't mean you can't have a go at doing it the Muggle way" he suggested quietly.
Even though Harry's voice was soft, Draco made a pained noise in the back of his throat. He bent over the counter and let his head drop into his hands.
"No more talking, please" he mumbled.
Harry took the now full coffee pot and poured them both a cup. He pushed one slightly toward the bent figure with an apologetic look on his face. "You'd think they would have created some spell to get rid of hangovers by now."
Draco scoffed and took the cup without looking up. "You'd think I would know my limit by now."
Harry grinned. "Yeah, but it's a special occasion. You're allowed to let yourself go."
Stormy blue eyes met emerald green as Draco flashed Harry his favorite smirk.
"Indeed. A very special occasion." He straightened up and placed graceful hands on Harry's hips, pulling him forward. Harry bent his head down automatically to meet Draco's approaching lips. They met gently at first, like they had hundreds of times before. Draco lightly placed a hand on the back of his boyfriend's neck, pulling him in to a much more passionate kiss, his bare chest against Harry's baggy t-shirt.
"Happy one year, love." Draco murmured against his lips.
Harry's smile broadened ridiculously. Draco chuckled and kissed him once more before taking his hand and leading him to the couch. Harry plopped down on one end and set his feet up on the glass coffee table, crossing one over the other and blocking Draco's path. Draco raised an eyebrow at him and easily stepped over the blockade. He lay horizontally on the cream colored couch, positioning himself so his head was in Harry's lap and his legs draped over the other arm of the couch. The cup he held right over his stomach, the bottom too hot to touch his sensitive skin.
He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of the coffee cup and Harry's fingers gently running through his hair cause him to forget about his pounding headache. He didn't care much for being on the receiving end of affection like this. It made him feel like the weaker partner. He liked being the dominant one in the relationship. But maybe just this once he could let that go...and it felt so nice…
The stopped motion of Harry's fingers interrupted Draco's thoughts. Daydreaming again. Without opening his eyes he tapped Harry's arm to bring him back to reality. The sudden contact made Harry jump, causing Draco to almost spill his coffee on himself.
"Bloody hell, Harry! I wasn't hoping for third-degree burn today!" He sat up quickly and put the cup on the table before turning to his lover and crossing his arms in annoyance.
"S-sorry Drake. Just startled me. You ok?" Harry's eyes met Draco's briefly before shifting away. Draco sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get any explanation unless he asked.
Emo Boy Who Lived…too emotional for his own good. It was one of the quirks Draco found kind of endearing about him, though.
He shifted closer to Harry until his face was inches away from his own. When Harry refused to look at him, Draco placed one pale finger under his chin so he could stare unnervingly at those anxious eyes behind glass.
"What." He demanded flatly. Harry opened his mouth a few times to answer, but no sound came out. Finally he took a breath.
"I, um, tonight being, you know, special 'n everything, um, I, um…Ikindainvitedsomepeopleover." Harry spluttered. Draco's eyes narrowed.
"Sorry. Didn't quite catch that last part. You did what?" Harry tried to look down at his hands, but Draco kept a firm grasp on his chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
"I…I invited a few people over. You know, to celebrate. Then maybe I thought we could all go out to dinner?"
Draco looked at him warily. He knew there was more to this than a simple dinner with friends. "Okay, fine. Who's coming?"
Harry bit his lip. "Um, Seamus, Susan, Neville, Ginny possibly," Draco glared at him when he mentioned Ginny's name, causing him to falter. "Umm, yeah, Ginny, and, um, Hermione." He practically whispered his best friend's name and looked at Draco uneasily.
Draco's face softened. "Hun, is that what you were so worked up about? I've taken quite a liking to Granger, you know. She's not so bad once you get passed her 'Queen Bitch of Knowledge' attitude. What's wrong?"
Harry looked like he was going to be sick. Draco slid over and straddled his lap, cupping both sides of Harry's face with his cool hands. "Ron's coming too" he whispered even quieter than before.
Draco's hands dropped to his sides immediately. Through his mind flashed a dozen scenes of pain and torment. His blue grey eyes turned to cold steel, blazing and furious.
"Fuck. No."