“Harry? Where are you?” Draco set his shoes by the door to their apartment, revelling in the smell of freshly baked cookies and how he instantly relaxed as soon as he stepped through the threshold. It had been a tiring day at work. The apothecary which he owned had been flowing with customers all day and he had been held late with an emergency potion he was required to make for St. Mungo’s. Not that he minded. He loved his work, but he loved coming home that little bit more.
Draco glanced into the kitchen to find that Harry was not there. Where was that bloody idiot?
“I’m in the living room,” Harry called, his voice muffled. Draco rolled his eyes before sauntering into the room.
“Well, you could have told me that soon-” Draco stopped, his bag falling to the floor. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. Because in front of him stood a pillow fort. A massive pillow fort, which took up the entire living room. Every pillow inside the apartment was scattered across the wooden floor, blankets were floating precariously in the air to form a tent and fairy lights illuminated the dark room as music played softly in the background. And in the middle of this chaos sat a smiling Harry Potter.
Draco blinked slowly. “Wha-why… why is there a mountain of pillows inside my living room?” He was slightly annoyed that Harry had made such a mess. All he had wanted was a glass of wine and a foot massage.
Harry crossed his legs, reminding Draco starkly of a five-year-old child. “It’s a pillow fort,” Harry explained.
“Yes. I have realised that, Harry. But why, specifically, is there one in my living room?” Draco scanned his eyes around again, noticing the careful positioning of the blankets so they hung directly in the centre and how the snacks laid out were made up of all his favourites.
“Well, I don’t really know. I just thought it would be nice. I never got to do this sort of thing when I was younger and neither did you, and I think it’s something that everyone has to do at least once. Plus, you seemed pretty stressed when you Owled me today, so I thought this would be a nice surprise,” Harry said, shrugging his shoulders slightly like it was nothing. Like building this whole pillow fort for a surprise for Draco was nothing.
Draco was unable to reply, his earlier anger at Harry for destroying the living room disappearing to be replaced by a surge of love for the man in front of him. His emotions swirled inside of him, each one grappling for control as he just stared at Harry. Draco couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t understand why someone would do all of this for him. Draco was always reminded by strangers of his place in wizarding society and Draco agreed with them. He had done horrible, inexcusable things which he had to make up for by staying in the shadows, accepting the cruel, violent words and know that he was not worthy of anyone’s kindness. So why was Harry Potter sat in front of him in their apartment, sitting in a pillow fort he made for him just because he wanted to?
Draco’s silence must have lasted too long as Harry’s smile began to falter.
“If you don’t want it, I can put it away. You probably just wanted to sleep. I’m sorry. I know I made a mess but I promise I’ll clean-” Harry was cut off by Draco practically leaping onto him, causing them both to crash to the ground, their landing softened by the mountain of pillows. Harry had little time to voice his surprise before Draco was attacking him with kisses. Kisses on his mouth, kisses on his soft, black hair, kisses on the freckles scattered across his nose.
Draco had a reply for everything. He was known for his sarcastic comments and witty responses, yet he was unable to convey even in the slightest of what he was feeling through words at this precise moment. He had decided that showing Harry would be much better. He kissed Harry long and hard, putting all his gratitude and love and happiness into every movement, every touch.
When he finally pulled away, Harry smiling in surprise underneath him, Draco’s cheeks were wet with tears.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick and heavy with emotion. “Thank you” didn’t even convey a minuscule of what Draco was feeling, the love he had for Harry so deep he felt like he could drown in it, but it would have to do.
Harry gently wiped away the tears on Draco’s cheeks with his thumbs, before planting a small kiss on his forehead.
“Your welcome, love,” Harry replied. Draco knew Harry understood the emotions he was feeling and how much this meant to him. Harry didn’t need to hear the words, he already knew. “Now, as much as I would love to stay here and kiss you, I think I would prefer to kiss you inside the fort. Don’t you agree?”
Draco grinned, lifting himself off Harry and talking his hand. “I’ll only go if I get to eat all the cookies.”
Harry pulled the blanket aside as the two entered the fort. “I suppose it’s worth it for you.”
Hours later, Draco lay on the soft cushions, Harry’s dark hair tickling his nose as the lights twinkled softly above him. Draco closed his eyes, concentrating on the little patterns Harry was drawing on his stomach with his fingers. Draco’s mouth was swollen from kissing, his stomach full from all the food Harry had made him and his heart felt as if it would burst with happiness. He had always been curious about Muggle Gods, but never before had he believed that there was a heaven on earth. Until now.
“I don’t deserve this,” he said quietly and not for the first time that evening.
Harry’s fingers paused for a moment, before returning to their slow rhythm. “I don’t deserve you, but you’re stuck with me now.”
Draco opened his eyes, running his fingers through the mob of black hair and admiring the dark form on top of him. His mind was on the small, golden band in his coat pocket that would fit Harry’s ring finger perfectly.
Draco smiled. “And you’re stuck with me forever.”
This was just a quick fluffy drabble because I needed some drarry fluff to cheer me up. I hope you enjoyed it xx
My childhood OTP ;w; My favorite fics are the ones where Draco and Harry
reconnect years after Hogwarts and they still hate each other a little
right up until they dON’t ❤ (and also where they use the actor’s
actual heights and HP is so so smol, it’s the bestttt)
I don’t ship Drarry but with that being said, I will accept no other Drarry prompt than them stubbornly competing to outdo the other for the sheer drama.
It starts off when they’re still enemies in the Goblet of Fire. Draco makes a taunt about who Harry’s going to ask to the Yule Ball and how they must be from the worst of the worst lot and Harry rolls his eyes and says, “Well, fitting you say that, Malfoy, because I was going to ask you.” A perfect zing, Harry. 10/10.
But now the ball’s in Draco’s court and obviously he’s not going to pass up on the chance to humiliate the scarhead so he takes the most logical route of humiliation and calls out his bluff: “Fine, Potter, I reckon we’re going.”
But do you think Harry James Potter is just going to back down? That stubborn teenager is going to stare Draco down and say, “Reckon we are.”
Ron’s confused and Hermione’s confused and literally the entire castle is confused but Harry’s satisfied because he called out a bluffer’s counterbluff with a bluff of his own. And they just keep it up.
“I suppose you don’t even know how to dance, Potter?”
The furious teenager who spent years having to watch soapbox dramas with Mrs. Figg just glares at him in his stupid dress robes. “I know some things.”
“Prove it.”
“Fine.”
It’s like that for days until Draco makes the ultimate power move by inviting Harry to the Malfoy’s Annual New Years Eve Ball, taking out a Daily Prophet ad no less, because oh, oh, he’s got Potter now. He’ll never accept and he’ll be humiliated in front of the entire wizarding world. And do you think Harry’s just going to go down without a fight? God, no, he’s going to win whatever the hell this is because he’s Harry Potter, Draco better be worried, oh boy.
They’re still going at it six months later.
“Err—Malfoy?” Crabbe says. “Potter just sent you a dozen roses?”
“That son of a bitch! Send a box of chocolates. That’ll show him.”
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