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“Yeah, Harry can’t cook when it’s snowing.”
Harry looked up from his book with a frown. He recognized the voice obviously, but who the hell was Draco talking about?! Getting up from his cosy armchair, he crossed the living room, heading into the hallway, seeing the front door open and as soon as the man out front widened his eyes, clearly seeing him, Draco closed the door in front of his face, practically.
Sighing, Harry placed the book on the small shelf by the door, most likely forgetting where he put it in the next second. Luckily, they were wizards and he could just accio it without having to assemble a search party.
“Please, in Merlin’s grace, tell me that you have not just been talking to a reporter about my lack of cooking skills when it’s snowing! It’s not even true! It snowed yesterday and I was the man at the stove, unlike my two very unhelping partners.”
Draco snorted unlike a pureblood gentleman and crossed the hallway, pressing a quick kiss on his lips, before retracing his steps and taking off his winter jacket. There was water all over the floor from his boots and Harry shook his head amused, knowing very well that Draco would inevitably complain about it the second he would step into them with his socks.
For someone having grown up as a pureblood, the Slytherin loved to do things he was forbidden as a child – walking around in socks. Or sneaking food while cooking. Or just cooking and baking in general.
Unsurprisingly, not the rest of physical labour around the house.
Underneath the brown winter jacket, Draco wore his usual work clothes; a three piece suit with a dark red button-up. Harry always thought it was overkill, even if… Draco looked damn good in all of this. And he even wore the red shirt, despite it being too close to Gryffindor’s red. However, according to him ‘not close enough to throw away’.
“Neville’s still working?” Draco asked and gasped as he stepped into the water, before he hopped on one foot and dried his socks wandlessly, doing the same to the floor a second later. Interestingly, he didn’t complain today.
“You’re not answering my question” Harry said, leaning against the doorframe, stopping Draco from walking past him and ignoring the thing that just happened.
Draco grinned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I was just asking about Nev.”
Harry hummed, watching his partner with narrowed eyes. “Before that, you goldfish.”
“Hey!”
There was no venom in Draco’s voice. Just pure amusement, they both liked talking shit… well, all three actually, though Neville wasn’t such a fan of that as the two of them were. Harry tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.
“Are you trying to see what news they’ll post on their front page?” he asked, trying very hard to hide his amusement.
“No?” Draco tried to duck underneath Harry’s arm to enter the living room, but Harry easily caught him and pushed him into the door frame.
“Come on, Dragon. Or I will inform Nev and have him come up with an appropriate punishment.”
A sigh to their right made both of them turn and find Neville standing there next to the floo-fireplace. “Why in Merlin’s name did I have to choose you two as my partners?” he muttered to himself. “Gran told me to get myself a calm life with a loving wife, but no…”
“Hey!” Draco called out, before frowning and glancing at Harry. “Help me escape!”
Harry cackled and took a step back, letting go of Draco. “Neville, you need to help me! I found this idiot talking to reports about me.”
“Again?” Neville asked with a smirk.
“It never get’s boring” Draco said with a shrug. “And as an added bonus, I know I’ll get my father quite possibly a heart attack, when he reads it.”
“Hasn’t happened yet” Harry said with a sigh. He walked to Neville and greeted him, a soft kiss on his lips. “How was your day?”
“You didn’t ask me that!” Draco complained.
Neville chuckled. “Most likely because I didn’t talk to any reporters about our relationship.”
Draco cackled and shrugged his shoulders. He moved to the kitchen without any comments and started making tea. Meanwhile, Neville took a seat by the fire and let go of a soft groan. Harry placed himself next to him and pulled him down so he was lying with his head on Harry’s lap.
“I could fall asleep right here” Neville muttered, closing his eyes.
“That hard?” Harry asked softly.
Neville hummed softly, his breathing evening out. Draco hadn’t even finished making tea, before Neville drifted off into sleep. Harry chuckled softly, running his hands through Neville’s light brown hair. When Draco entered with a tea service floating behind him, he rolled his eyes in amusement and handed Harry a cup of tea.