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Draco sent his new muggle mobile phone a triumphant grin as the message he’d been carefully crafting for Granger finally passed through. She once told him that he could write multiple messages separately if he wished instead of sending one so long it resembled a letter more than a text, but he preferred not to waste his energy on figuring out when one message should stop and the other begin. Going by the way she texted, there had to be some rules, but so far, he couldn’t decipher them at all.
Glancing at the sent message once again, he carefully pressed the off button and stood up, heading for the bathroom. Harry met him in the hallway.
“I’m gonna make tea. Want some?” Harry said with a casual touch to his arm. It was as if Harry couldn’t keep his hands off him since they’d started dating, but honestly, Draco didn’t complain. He couldn’t resist touching Harry every time they saw each other either – even if it was only a brush of fingers against fingers.
“I just had a cup of coffee,” he said, and Harry nodded. His hand slipped off his arm and their fingers touched for a moment before they passed each other on the way to their destinations.
Harry was just walking past the table when Draco’s phone gave a loud buzz to signal a message. He glanced at the phone, not out of noisiness but impulsively. He intended to just leave Draco’s private phone to his private business – there was no lack of trust between them – but that one glance froze him into place.
By the time he figured what he’d seen, the phone had turned off again. Harry glanced back at the door, and when he saw that Draco wasn’t about to jump from behind the doorway, he quickly pressed the on the button and there it was again. A photo he didn’t know Draco took staring at him as his lockscreen.
He wasn’t mad Draco took a photo of him at all. He found it rather adorable actually, that his boyfriend had him as the thing he saw every time he looked at his phone. It was a blurry picture of him in only a worn T-shirt and pants whisking what looked like pancake batter at the table in their kitchen. He was even facing the camera, so it was even more surprising he hadn’t noticed Draco photographing him, but the blurriness indicated it was taken in a hurry.
“Is that my phone?” Draco asked, his tone accusatory and frown deep. When Harry didn’t flinch or try to hide his ‘snooping’ he relaxed in increments.
“I’m your lockscreen?” Harry asked instead with a small smile. His smile widened when Draco snatched the phone from his hands, a pretty blush spreading over his cheeks.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Draco mumbled. “I can change it if you want.”
“No, no,” Harry said quickly, coming closer to Draco and putting his hands around his waist. “I think it’s cute. I can pose for another picture if you want, so it wouldn’t be blurry.”
Draco thought it over for a moment before responding. “I like the one I have at the moment, thank you.”
“Really?” Harry raised his eyebrows, surprised. “It’s nothing special.”
Draco shrugged and repeated, “I really like it, though.”
Harry nodded even though he couldn’t quite figure it out. “If you’re happy…”
“I am,” Draco said with a smile, leaning in to kiss him, and for Harry, it was enough.