DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter
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"Drake, I think the soup's burning."
"Mm" was Draco's only answer. He was quite comfortable sitting on the counter with his legs wrapped around Harry's waist, and no tiny matter like slightly charred soup was going to tear him away from that.
He reclaimed Harry's mouth with his own, moving his lips passionately against his. One hand he kept secured at the back of Harry's head, curling his fingers around tufts of his constantly messy black hair. The other hand hovered next to the pot of soup, his index finger working lazy circles as the wooden spoon followed, stirring the soup at its leisure. Harry's hands ventured across the top of Draco's legs, following them to his waist and back in a gentle caressing motion. As much as he hated to, he broke the kiss again to turn and look at the bubbling pot.
"Really, that's an unnatural amount of steam. This isn't a potion cauldron!"
Refusing to allow his mouth to leave Harry's skin, Draco kissed and nipped along his jaw and neck, ignoring Harry's worried claims.
"Seriously, I think it's done." Harry persisted.
"It's done when I say it's done." Draco replied silkily against the smooth curve of the neck his mouth was paying so much attention to.
"Draco!" The platinum blonde let out a frustrated sigh.
"Do you ever stop talking?" he grumbled.
Pushing Harry away and sliding gracefully off the counter, Draco swiftly turned off the gas. Two plates he set on the table, then with a swish and wave of his hand, slices of bread found their way out of a drawer and onto the plates. Various sandwich materials came out of the refrigerator and assembled themselves perfectly on top of one another on the bread. He poured two bowls of the soup and set them next to the finely crafted sandwiches. Harry sat down at one of the set places and grinned up at his boyfriend's smug face.
"I thought you were going to make me lunch." Harry said with a laugh.
Draco's eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? I just did!"
Harry shook his head and pointed at the food in front of him. "You just used magic to do all this. Didn't do a single thing by hand. What kind of romantic lunch is that?"
"Fine." Draco growled as he turned back to one of the cupboards. He searched until he found a small tin of toothpicks, one of which he took out and brought back to the table. He raised the toothpick high before bringing it down right in the middle of the bread.
"There you go." He said flatly, taking his seat across the table.
Harry stared down at the toothpick in mock disbelief, a playful pout on his lips. "You speared my sandwich…"
A slight smile pulled at the corners of Draco's mouth. "That's all the romance you're getting from me when it comes to food, I'm afraid."
"Oh be still my beating heart!" Harry replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Draco raised an eyebrow at him. "Just eat the food, Harry."
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It was around 3 o'clock, and Draco was playing one of his favorite games called, 'Critique Every One of Harry's Outfits Before He Gives Up And Allows Me Dress Him'. Harry's 5th change of clothes had Draco snorting with laughter. It consisted of a tight forest green turtleneck and khaki pants. Harry crossed his arms in annoyance.
"Alright, what's wrong with this one?"
"You look…like a tree!" Draco gasped between bursts of laughter.
Harry rolled his eyes. "You know, you picked this shirt out! Last week you said it looked good on me!" He loved seeing Draco laugh like this, but really, did it always have to be at his expense?
Shaking with silent spasms of mirth, Draco dismissed Harry with a wave of his hand, sending him back into the bedroom to change yet again. After a few minutes, and Draco had regained control of himself, Harry walked the catwalk again to show off his new ensemble of his favorite baggy brown t-shirt with black slacks. He stopped mid-step though, when he saw Draco's reaction. It was a look of utter disgust. I'm gonna take that face as a 'no'…
"Do we not own at least a dozen mirrors, Harry?" Draco asked in horror.
"Yes, we do, because you are unbelievably vain!"
"Well do you even know where they are? They're not just there for my health!"
Draco strode over to where Harry stood and placed his hands on his chest, pushing him back into the bedroom. "Damn, love, what on earth would you do without me?" he grinned slyly.
"Probably have a lot more time to do important things instead of wasting it away on how I look." Harry teased with a smile.
Draco pushed him forward until he fell back onto the bed, then he held out his hand for Harry's shirt. Harry pouted in return.
"Can't you just find something to go with this shirt? I want to wear it tonight."
"The hell you are!" Draco leapt lightly next to Harry, wrestling him until he was finally able to pin his shoulders down against the bed. He straddled his hips triumphantly.
"You're not wearing this shirt." He stated fiercely.
Harry gazed into his eyes. They were an intense steel blue. He was about to give in when he saw Draco smiling wickedly. It made him think better about it and decided to play the situation for all he could get.
"You'll have to take it off me then." He challenged in a low voice.
Draco's eyes flashed as he grabbed Harry's wrists and forced them above his head. He kissed him forcefully, causing Harry's back to arch slightly into him. He ran his teeth over his bottom lip, biting it gently, making Harry let out a quiet gasp.
"Your…Slytherin moves won't sway me this time, Malfoy." Harry breathed, using an old favorite taunt.
"Oh, no?" Draco replied devilishly, letting gravity press him closer to the body beneath him. "Funny. They've always worked wonders before."
He rocked his hips hard against Harry's once, getting from him an involuntary groan. Harry fought against the restraints that were Draco's hands, but he had an iron grip that refused to budge.
"Don't make me use a binding spell on you." he warned mischievously, sending a quick shiver up Harry's spine.
He found Harry's weak spot on the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping at it until the struggling stopped altogether and all he could hear was his heavy breathing. Feeling confident enough that he wouldn't try anything, Draco released Harry's wrists and slipped his hands under the slightly faded brown shirt, stroking his stomach with his fingertips. Harry shivered happily again, somehow resisting the powerful urge to grab Draco and take him right then and there.
Pale fingers snaked up over the dramatic rise and fall of his chest, bringing his shirt up with them. The shirt was tugged easily over his head, and Draco sat up to admire the half naked body he'd come to care so much about.
The blonde wizard grinned. "I win again."
He repositioned himself so he could run his hands, mouth and tongue slowly down his chest and stomach, leaving a few bite marks behind. Harry couldn't help but close his eyes moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. Draco's lips grazed the exposed area just above the button of his pants, fingers caressing the skin of his waist.
Then he stopped. His right hand slowly followed the curved edge where the texture of Harry's skin changed. With sad eyes he followed the thick burn scar across his hip until it disappeared behind his back. Harry moved his hands out of place to lay one reassuringly on top of Draco's.
"It'll be ok, Drake." He said quietly. Draco's jaw set.
"No, not tonight it won't be." He whispered, his sadness turning into anger.
He shoved himself off the bed and snatched some of his clothes up off the floor from his previous tantrum. He picked up Harry's green turtleneck and tossed it on the bed.
"That with your pants." He muttered before stalking out of the bedroom and locking himself in the bathroom.
Harry sighed and lay quietly on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
When will life leave us alone?
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