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“And then,” Harry continued, enjoying the way Draco's ankle curled around his in silent support under the table, "then the stupid thing threw up all over me!"
Draco's eyes widened, "No!"
"Yes," Harry said emphatically. "It has been the worst day."
The other man rubbed his foot over Harry's ankle, "We could get out of here," he offered.
He opened his mouth, ready to say yes because he was craving the closeness of Draco's skin on his, craving the after when it was warm and calm, when Draco trailed his fingers over Harry's skin and made pleasure and contentment radiate from the core of Harry's being.
But he very much was not in the mood for sex.
Slowly he shook his head, "I'm exhausted," he said, "and I don't want to disappoint you," he added. "As much as I'd like to spend more time with you, it's not what we do an-"
"Harry," he interrupted, reaching over across the table and tentatively touching his hand. "We don't have to," he broke off and cleared his throat, cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "Sometimes," he said, starting over, "When I've had a bad day, I like to go home and curl up on the couch, eat cookie dough, and watch a movie." He took a deep breath, "I know it's not how we started but I'd like to do that with you, if that's something you'd enjoy."
He blinked, "Yeah," he said, partially stunned by how clearly he was communicating. "Yeah," he repeated, squeezing Draco's hand, "I'd really like that."
"Yeah?" Draco asked, lips turning up in a grin.
Harry nodded, "Yeah, if you don't mind."
"Come on, then," Draco said, tugging Harry's hand as he stood up.
And why was Harry's heart beating faster than it did when they were getting ready to tumble into bed together in mere moments? Why was his stomach even more filled with nervous, excited butterflies than usual?
Draco grasped his hand a little tighter and apparated them into his living room. They stood there awkwardly for a moment, not quite sure how to proceed when it wasn't straight to bed.
"Do you want to borrow some sweatpants or something?" Draco asked, already heading toward the bedroom.
"Sure," Harry said, biting his lip to keep from smiling too hard at the thought of wearing his clothes. "Thanks," he called.
He looked around the living room while he waited, funny that he'd never really had the opportunity to look before. There were pictures everywhere of Draco and his friends and his parents; they were from all different ages and Harry paused over one of toddler Draco wrapped in Narcisa’s arms. His face was all scrunched from laughing, flushed pink and it made Harry ache to see it, how little and happy he’d been, to know that his life has been easy once.
He carefully set the frame back of the shelf and moved on until he found another worth lingering over. This one was off the two of them, Harry’s arm draped over Draco’s shoulder, both of them smiling widely. It was their first big case, their first big win together, and they’d been out celebrating.
Harry had felt like he’d won the lottery, so high on endorphins and saving lives. It was the first night Draco had kissed him, pressed him up against the wall in the loo and kissed Harry until he couldn’t breathe from desire.
“I always liked that picture,” Draco said, starling Harry from his memories.
He turned, “sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Draco shook his head, “it’s fine.” He held out a pair of soft grey sweatpants and a faded old tshirt, “comfy clothes.”
“Thanks,” he said, setting the frame carefully back on the shelf before heading to the bathroom to change.
He inhaled deeply once he had Draco’s clothes on, relishing the scent of his house, and detergent, and magic, and whatever it was that was uniquely Draco.
When he came back out, Draco was already on the couch, remote in hand, cookie dough ready. Draco patted the seat next to him and Harry sat.
“Come here,” he said softly, tugging him over until Harry was snuggled into his side, head resting on his shoulder. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of Harry’s head and held out the cookie dough.
“Whatever you want,” Harry replied, honestly just content to be cuddling the other man.
Draco hummed, “alright, but if you don’t pick we’re going to watch Pride and Prejudice.”
He shrugged, “sounds good to me.”
And Harry tried to stay awake, he really did, but he was just so warm and comfortable that within half an hour his eyes were too heavy to keep open.
The room was dark when he blinked his eyes open again and somehow they’d shifted so they were laying down, his head pillowed on Draco’s chest. He started to move but Draco’s hand combed through his hair, “Shh,” he murmured. “You’re alright, just sleep.”
“You’re sure?” Harry asked, marveling at the fact that the other man seemingly wanted him like this.
Draco brushed a kiss over Harry’s forehead, “Positive. Go back to sleep,” he repeated.
And so Harry did, knowing that his life wouldn’t ever be the same and knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he was in love with Draco Malfoy.