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"Okay, okay, keep your eyes shut, yeah ? No peeking !" Draco instructed. Harry nodded, wiggling in his seat with anticipation, unable to sit still. He heard the other man bustling about, leaving the room, then coming back in a few moments later. "Draco ?" Harry called. No response, just small shuffles and and the crinkling noise of wrapping paper.
A few moments later, he heard Draco let out a small, triumphant 'Ha'. Some more shuffling about, then Harry felt the man standing behind him. Large, cold hands pulled his palms away from his face before replacing them with their own. Draco gently nudged him to stand, then led him to somewhere near the fireplace, where he was made to sit down. The hands were taken away, and Harry blinked the spots from his eyes, his gaze catching on a little blue box before him, about the size of a bludger. He looked at his husband curiously, who urged him to take the gift with eager eyes and a wide grin.
Harry shrugged, lifting the box gently into his lap, afraid of damaging whatever may be in it. He slowly pried the lid off, and he stopped breathing. He froze, muscles unmoving, eyes wide. Draco glanced at him worriedly. "Um...Haz ? Harry ? You... are you alright, darling ?" Draco queried softly, a little nervously. Harry didn't respond, not even to reassure him. He didn't think he was capable of words. With trembling hands, he lifted the impossibly soft, tiny little ball of fur into his arms. The bundle shifted around slightly, and Harry looked back at Draco, not daring to hope. Draco cleared his throat, cheeks reddening.
"So, um, remember how you, um, told me about cousin Sirius, and uh, how he was your godfather ? And also what happened at the...well...Ministry. And also about, um...you know, Padfoot. So I thought that...maybe you'd want something like that to, uh. Remember him by ? Yeah, yeah." The blonde trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the little thing in Harry's arms. It was incredibly amusing to watch Draco stutter and stumble, the perfect, poised man he was, and Harry would have laughed, had he not been so utterly awestruck. Draco cleared his throat again. "So, um, do you...do you like it ?" he asked tentatively. Harry turned over to look at him, eyes unreadable and then, without warning, he burst into tears. Not quiet, gentle crying. Loud, ugly, utterly bawling.
Draco immediately went into panic mode, pulling Harry close and babbling reassurances and desperate apologies. "Oh no, it's okay, it's okay ! I can return him, please don't cry Harry, I'm sorry, please honey !" he would have gone on. Harry was confused for a moment, before he understood. Draco thought he didn't like it. How absolutely ridiculous. He set the puppy down in the box, then tackled Draco, knocking him to the ground, smashing their lips together. The other man let out a startled little noise, before sinking in to the kiss with equal fervor. They went at it for quite some time, before Harry pulled back with a wet, joyful laugh. Draco looked dazed, goofy smile on his face. "So you did like it." he said.
Harry grinned at him. "I loved it. I love you." he whispered, pecking the blonde's forehead, who was practically preening like one of the white peacocks at Malfoy Manor. They untangled from each other, and Harry picked up the puppy again, stroking its soft, damp fur with an almost reverent expression. The pup let out little yelps, wiggling around in Harry's arms. He grinned as it licked at his fingers, then his nose when he lifted it to his face. "Hmmm....I'll call you...Snuffles !" he declared. He burst into giggles at the poorly hidden scrunching of Draco's nose. The blonde sighed wearily, then rolled his eyes. "Snuffles it is," he mumbled in disappointment, but the ends of his mouth tipped up in a smile.
Snuffles barked, and both men gave in, laughing together. Best birthday ever, Harry thought to himself.