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Harry stood over the hob in the kitchen, slowly stirring the pot he was making hot chocolate in from scratch. This rich, chocolately smell filled his nostrils and sparked something warm and happy inside of him.
“There’s a spell for that you know,” Draco informed him as he entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist, leaning against him and hooking his chin over Harry's shoulder.
Harry leaned back against him but continued stirring, “It tastes better if you stir it yourself.”
Draco snorted and pressed a kiss to the delicate skin between Harry’s neck and shoulder. “If you say so.”
A pleasant little shiver skittered up Harry’s spine and he hummed, feeling warm to his very core and very, very content.
The other man pressed another kiss to the base of his neck, “I’m going to get mugs.”
In short order they were back in the living room, curled up on the sofa under an afghan that Molly had knitted for them, with their cups of hot chocolate. They resumed a cheesy Christmas Romcom movie and settled in to enjoy it.
Harry watched, with Draco snuggled in under his arm, as the man who was trying to woo the protagonist set up a massive party to surprise her with all of her friends and family there, in spite of all odds.
“Babe?” he asked.
“Hmm?” Draco replied through a sip of hot chocolate.
“Have I gotten boring?”
“What?”
Harry sighed, “Just, when we first got together I was always planning outings and activities for us. On a day like today, for instance, I would have taken you out ice skating or to a winter carnival.” Harry shrugged, “I used to do big romantic gestures, you know? Remember that time that we had a snowball fight and ended up soaking wet and nearly frost bitten but so happy?”
Draco sat up, “Do you want to go outside right now?”
“Do you want to go outside?” Harry countered.
“Potter, I am asking you what you want and you will tell me,” he threatened.
“Why does what I want matter?” he asked, this conversation had taken an unexpected turn and Harry was still trying to figure out how it had gone this way.
Draco rolled his eyes, “That’s my point exactly.”
“What is?”
“Just,” Draco huffed and paused the movie, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to be happy.”
“I am,” Draco affirmed, but he didn’t sound terribly happy, he sounded a bit irritated to be honest. “So tell me if you want to go outside right now.”
Harry frowned, “Would it make you happy to go outside? I have ice skates hanging in the closet-”
“Harry,” he groaned. “I do not care. I don’t care where we are, or what we do, or about anything else. I just want to be with you.”
Harry blinked, “Aw babe.”
Draco rolled his eyes, “Yes, yes. My love language is quality time, I’m adorable.”
“You are adorable,” Harry agreed.
The other man blushed and shook his head, “So do you want to go outside?”
He thought about it for a moment, “Not particularly.”
“Great,” Draco replied, preparing to lie back down.
“But there is something I would like to do,” Harry added.
Draco groaned, “Are we ever going to get to finish this movie?”
“Are you very uncertain about the ending?” Harry teased.
The other man narrowed his eyes at him, “You are skating on thin ice, Potter.”
Harry laughed and summoned their mattress into the living room, pushing the coffee table aside to make a space. “I need the cushions from the couch,” he informed Draco.
“What?”
“Oh, here, hold on,” Harry said as he lifted Draco up off the couch and deposited him on the mattress on the floor. He then arranged the cushions around the mattress so he could drape a blanket over the top. “Pillow fort,” Harry said proudly.
“I love it,” Draco replied, voice soft and sincere and Harry loved him.
He climbed in next to Draco and resumed the movie. “Draco?” he asked a few minutes later, rolling on to his side do he could look down at the other man.
“Hmm?” Draco replied, mostly ignoring him in favor of watching the movie.
“Would you have rather gone outside?” Harry asked.
“Potter-”
“No, just answer,” Harry said. “Not so that we move or go or anything, just to satisfy my curiosity.”
“No,” he said with a sigh, pausing the movie once more. “No, I am a dreadful homebody and there is nothing I enjoy more on a cold day than being curled up, with you, inside.”
“But if I’d said that I wanted to go outside would you have gone?” Harry asked, brushing a strand of Draco’s hair back off his cheek.
“Yes,” he replied, eyes drifting closed as Harry stroked his hair.
Harry leaned in and kissed him softly once, then twice for good measure. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Draco replied. Seemingly deciding to give the movie up for the time being as he shifted and angled his body toward Harry’s. “And I am glad you didn’t want to go outside because if we had, I couldn’t have done this,” he said as he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Harry’s neck. “Or this,” he said as he tugged Harry’s body over until he was lying on top of him. “Or this,” he added softly as he slid his hands under Harry’s jumper and arched his back as he started kissing him in earnest.
And then they did quite a few things that made Harry very glad indeed that that hadn’t gone outside.