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“No.”
“Draco….”
“No. No No No No.”
Draco was getting rather good at that. Saying no, they mean.
It usually tastes sweet in their mouth, the luxury of setting boundaries and being honest.
Now it only leaves a bitter aftertaste in their mouth, causing Draco to take a huge gulp of their tea.
They hate saying no to Harry.
Draco reckons they look like some sort of blowfish but you wouldn’t be able to tell how unsightly they looked if you were seeing them from Harry’s point of view.
The unbearably stupid idiot was gazing at them with his embarrassingly open and intense stare, full of love Draco wondered if they even deserved.
“Sweetheart,” he says.
Draco hides their shiver by taking another sip.
“I said no.”
“You haven’t even let me say anything!”
“Because…Because!” they exclaim, slamming their cup down and making to stand up.
Harry grips their wrists and pulls Draco down onto his lap.
Draco makes a short noise before glaring at their boyfriend, now on the same eye level to properly give him the stink eye.
Draco opens their mouth and huffs a long and hot breath, purposely fogging up Harry’s glasses.
Instead of looking annoyed, the man looks amused.
“You’re so weird,” he says laughing, and pushes his glasses up to rest in his dark curls.
“I’m not weird.”
Draco pinches his nipple but Harry just presses a soft kiss to their cheek and Draco can feel their face getting pink but they melt into Harry anyways.
“Will you let me ask my question now?” Harry finally says after pressing kisses on most of their face.
“I liked it better when you couldn’t say two words to me without combusting,” Draco grumbled.
Harry laughed again as if Draco was joking. They weren’t.
It had done a lot for their ego when Harry was the one stumbling over himself to ask Draco out on a date. When he couldn’t even give Draco a peck without his dark skin looking a bit clammy.
Now he was confident in their relationship and had no qualms with shoving Draco up against a wall in public and practically shoving his tongue down their throat.
Their sanity was slowly being destroyed and they were sure that if Harry kept nuzzling them, they’d be switching their answer to yes. They were saying no for a reason, and the reason was that Draco just wasn't ready.
This encouraged Draco to shoot themself out of Harry's lap.
“You won’t be seducing me into changing my answer, Mr.Potter!”
Harry held up his hands in surrender, the face of pure innocence.
“I’m not! I’m just..sweetening the deal,” he says, a grin sliding on his face.
Draco rolls their eyes so hard they get a headache immediately after.
Harry sighs, also getting up from his spot at his kitchen table.
“Alright, love. I’ll let you think about it,” he says, pulling Draco over to him and pressing a sweet kiss to their mouth, before heading back to his study.
“There’s nothing to think about!” Draco yells after him but they hide their smile in their mug once again, taking another long sip.
….
Draco is carefully folding all their tops into various suitcases. They need about 10 boxes and 20 suitcases to contain all their clothing and that’s the minimum.
5 boxes for their books and the other 5 are for their notes and stationery. 10 suitcases are for all their tops and the other 10 are for their bottoms.
They pause in the middle of folding one of their favorite jumpers which might honestly be Harry's when they remember that they haven’t gotten anything to hold their shoes or cosmetics.
Draco almost slaps themself on the forehead and gets up to grab their wand so they can perhaps duplicate more boxes when the floo rings.
“Hello!! Draco? Love, are you there!?”
Draco shoots up in shock, narrowly missing slamming their head against a floating box full of books.
“I’ve brought you lunch! From that cafe you like…”
Fuck, of all times for Harry to be the wonderfully caring boyfriend that he is.
“C-Coming! Don’t come through yet!” they yelp, hurriedly waving all their suitcases and boxes into their closet.
“Oh, okay. Are you alright?”
“Y-Yes! I’m just..”
They huff out a breath as they struggle to get the closet doors to close.
“Okay, I'm coming in.”
“NAUR-“
And that’s how Harry finds them; arse up against their closet door, using all of their weight to close it properly.
“Oh. Hello darling.” Draco says, pushing their damp hair behind their ears and letting out a flustered breath.
Harry is staring at them with terribly concealed concern, his eyebrows raised high.
“Alright… I’ll just go warm this up then…” he trails off, slowly backing away when a weird awful noise comes from inside Draco’s closet.
Draco lets out a sigh of relief when Harry eventually turns and walks out to their kitchen, muttering under his breath about how odd his partner is.
Well.
…..
Draco falls asleep at Harry’s. They distantly expect to wake up on the couch with a backache and a sore neck but that can’t be the case because they are warm and pleasantly surprised at how comfortable they are.
“Morning love.”
One of their eyes flutters open, and Draco tilts their head up to stare at Harry’s stubbly chin. He claims he isn’t growing a beard but Draco knows better.
“Why is my pillow talking?” they wonder, before nuzzling back into Harry’s chest, their arms already tight around Harry's torso.
They feel more than hear Harry laugh.
“I’ve gotta go now. Early mission today.”
Draco makes a small sound of displeasure.
“No.”
“You can’t just keep saying no, Draco.”
“No,” they repeat.
Harry sighs, and attempts to untangle himself from Draco.
Draco tightens their grip on him and then lifts their legs to wrap around Harry's waist.
“You’ll just have to take me with you then Mr.Potter.”
“You’re so ridiculous.” Harry sighs, but he’s being fond about it so now Draco can’t even pretend to be mad.
They are a bit annoyed at how much the Aurors call Harry in to consult them on their cases, even though Harry had quit more than 6 months ago but there was only so much Draco could say before Harry got that mulish set to his jaw.
Eventually, Draco’s legs start to cramp so they release Harry, and flop dejectedly back down on the comfy bed.
“I’ll be back before you know it, Draco.”
Draco flips Harry off but smiles into the pillow when Harry kisses them on the forehead anyways.
They suppose they’ll let Harry get away with this, but just this once.
….
Draco huffs, hurrying their steps when their phone rings. They fumble with all the things they’re carrying, trying to get it out of their pocket before finally grabbing it and picking it up.
“What?!”
“Draco? Love, are you alright?”
Draco sighs, sifting their folders to their other arm.
“Yes, I'm alright. Sorry for being so late, I swear I still had time to properly let a couple of potions set but I got carried away. There are no apparition spots and the place is filled with muggles, I might be a while.”
“Alright well…please hurry. This place is awfully fancy and I haven’t figured out which fork to kill myself with yet.”
Draco snickers, dodging a couple who was making out in the middle of the bloody sidewalk. They glared at them with jealousy but moved faster realizing that could be them soon if they could just find which restaurant Harry had picked for them.
“I’m sorry darling, but give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be there.”
“It’s okay, I don't want you to rush. Just stay on the phone, the waitress is staring at me with sad eyes, I think she thinks I'm getting stood up.”
Draco laughs even harder, almost tumbling over a group of teenagers leaving the cinema.
“Just talk extra loud and twirl your hair, I'm sure she’ll leave you alone.”
Harry laughs softly, and Draco can hear his grin. “See, this is why you’re the clever one in the relationship. I’d never have thought of that!”
Draco sniffs haughtily, about to respond but breaks into a smile when they arrive at the restaurant and spots Harry through the huge windows looking into the swanky place.
They wave wildly with a big grin and Harry waves back already standing up before seeming to remember that he can’t just leave their reserved table. He plops back down and Draco barely stifles a giggle as the host leads them towards Harry’s table.
In their rumpled work clothes with ink splotches and potion stains all over them and their hair falling out of its ponytail with numerous papers in their hands, Draco is aware they barely look the part for a place this beautiful, but Harry’s in a jumper and baggy jeans so they match and it's fine.
“Hello, gorgeous,” Harry says, grinning at them and standing up to lead Draco to their table.
“Hello,” Draco says, leaning up for a kiss and smiling when Harry leans down and obliges them.
Harry even pulls out their seat for them. Draco’s eyebrows raise and Harry immediately looks bashful.
“What? I can’t be a gentleman for the love of my life?” he asks with a cheeky wink.
Draco rolls their eyes but knows they’re blushing because even though saying ‘I love you’ is nothing new in their relationship, it still flusters Draco when Harry says it flippantly.
As if it’s just a universal truth and not something so mind-blowing that Draco loses their breath every time.
“No, if I didn’t know any better, I’d reckon you were buttering me up, Harry,” Draco says, nodding at the waitress in thanks when she immediately comes over with a bottle of wine.
“So paranoid,” Harry muttered rolling his eyes, but Draco knew him well enough to know that he was caught out.
“Anyways, tell me how work was. I can see you’re practically bursting out of your seat to talk about what held you up.”
And Draco is thoroughly distracted after that.
….
Draco is a bit too drunk to go home so they tumble into bed with Harry without even doing their 12-step self-care routine. Harry’s water pressure is abysmal.
Harry asks them to move in again. Draco says no again.
“You basically already live here!”
“Fix your shower and I'll think about it, Potter.”
Draco smiles as they watch Harry nod off. Little does their boyfriend know.
….
Draco is just getting home from work when their floo makes a rushing noise.
They look up from where they’re slumped over on their couch, television on as white noise as they try not to fall asleep too early.
Draco wonders if they're being kidnapped but when they see a mess of tight curls peeking through they let out a soft sigh.
“Hello,” they mumble, eyes fluttering open to watch Harry struggle inside their fireplace.
“Hey, baby. Are you just getting in?” Harry asks, throwing himself next to Draco on the couch.
Draco slides closer, wrapping themself around him until Harry holds them.
“Mhm. How was your day?”
“Better than your day by the looks of it. How about I take you to bed? Have you eaten?” Harry asks, rubbing a warm hand up and down Draco’s side.
Draco is ticklish so they end up laughing into Harry’s neck.
Harry smiles down at them, pressing a kiss to their nose. And then another to their mouth.
“Love you,” Draco murmurs.
“And I, you. Let’s go sleep sweetheart.”
“Are you taking me home?” Draco asks, hands tightening in Harry’s dress shirt. This means Harry came straight to Draco after leaving the ministry and didn’t even change. They want to cry about how much that means.
“Merlin, how tired are you? You are home Draco, we’re on your couch.”
Draco shakes their head, hair flopping and probably flying into Harry’s mouth. Harry smoothes it away with a smile and pressed another kiss to their pouting mouth like he just can’t help it.
“Moving in together…is a very serious thing, Mr.Potter. Did you know that?” they ask, looking up at him.
Harry’s eyebrows furrow, his mouth pursing in thought.
“Well yes, I do believe that has occurred to me, Draco,” he says, tapping his chin as if he’s pondering something serious.
Draco snickers.
“When we move in, you’re stuck with me forever, you know.”
Harry’s confusion crumples, replaced with adoration and an equal amount of exasperation.
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way, love. You’re stuck with me too.”
Draco smiles leaning up to press a kiss to his chin. Harry does have a bit of a beard now. He hasn’t stopped denying it but Draco doesn’t mind. It makes him look very distinguished. And handsome.
“Good. Now, can we go home? I really am sleepy.”
“I know. Hold on tight, now.”
And Draco finally lets their eyes close before they can feel that nauseating tug.
….
Harry doesn’t look surprised when all of Draco’s things are packed away nice and neat.
He just glances at the stacks of boxes and suitcases in Draco’s closet and starts levitating them out with a wave of his hand.
Bloody showoff.
Draco is a bit miffed that their element of surprise was ruined. When they express this to Harry, he only just rolls his eyes at Draco.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that your room was getting emptier every time I came over?” he asked.
Draco sulked for a bit after that before deciding that it was okay that their surprise was ruined.
Because Harry lets Draco choose whichever room they want to be their lab so they can’t really complain, can they?
“You’ll let me change all your curtains, right?”
Harry just gapes at them.
“Change them? Why on earth would you do that! You said it matched my magical signature the first time you picked them.”
“Yes, well I want it to match both of ours, now and it definitely isn’t orange.”
Harry’s face does something weird at that, but before Draco can ask if they’re overstepping, Harry cups their face and kisses them, deep and loving.
“Whatever you want Draco. Anything,” he says against their lips.
“Anything? Even if I get rid of half your jumpers? Your awful hideous jumpers?” they ask hopefully.
Harry tosses his head back with a laugh and kisses them again.
“See, you like to make me think you hate them, but I catch you wearing them under your robes all the time!.”
“God Mr.Potter! I’m afraid we'll have to get your eyesight checked again. Losing eyesight and conjuring up delusions…such a shame. And at the ripe age of 26…”
Draco thinks they probably deserve the tackles to the couch they get after that, but the hug they get afterward is worth it.