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It was quiet in the Manor right now. That wasn’t unusual sometimes simply because Potter Manor was large and there were only two people living in it full-time: Blaise and Harry. They’d talked about having children, but that was a little down the road from now.
After a few minutes, Blaise realized he was home before Harry today. It didn’t happen much, but sometimes there was an Auror case that kept Harry at the office. They had a few Death Eaters still evading arrest that they’d been tracking down, so perhaps they’d finally caught one of them.
Taking off his shoes and cloak after spelling off the soot that always came from using the floo (why were magical forms of transportation usually dirty, unpleasant, or both?), Blaise sent a few things he’d brought home to his office and set about ordering takeout. He and Harry had talked earlier about what to have for dinner and decided on takeout from their favourite Thai place nearby. Harry loved cooking, but he also loved eating food from different places and trying new foods.
Blaise was pretty sure part of it stemmed from the awful way his relatives treated him (and how they did or did not feed him), but he was more than happy to indulge his boyfriend.
Harry arrived via floo shortly before their food arrived. Blaise collected it while Harry removed his shoes and cloak and also sent a few things to his office too. Blaise put down the bag of food and pulled Harry in to snog for a few moments, feeling the other man relax in his hold as he ran his fingers through the tangled mess Harry called hair.
“Long day?” Blaise asked as the two of them went about unpacking their dinner. Harry gave a humourless laugh.
“Very. The only upside is we finally tracked down one of the Death Eaters that escaped during the Battle. Downside was he didn’t come quietly and took a couple of our guys down before we were able to hit him with a stun and then binding spell. The other Aurors are okay, but had to go to St. Mungo’s to make sure. Which also meant more paperwork once we took the man in.”
“Well, you’re home now and we have dinner from one of your favourite places. Why don’t we sit together on the couch and eat there tonight rather than the table? Make you a little more comfortable and relaxed.”
Harry sighed happily and looked at Blaise. “You’re too good to me.”
Blaise smiled back but internally cursed the Dursleys (and a number of others) for making Harry think that he didn’t deserve basic decency and good treatment from friends and partners.
They sat on the couch once their food was plated and Harry curled his legs up next to him as he slightly leaned into Blaise’s side. Blaise had made sure the fireplace was lit to add a nice comfortable warmth to the room. They also had some soft music playing in the background. Neither of them liked quiet much.
After a while, they’d finished their food and had put their plates on the coffee table and Harry had just fully cuddled up with Blaise, leaning into his side while Blaise had settled an arm around Harry to pull him just that little bit closer.
He loved that one of Harry’s love languages was touch. He also had touch as one of his love languages. Though it was always funny to see Harry interact with Pansy since touch was not one of hers and she got awkward whenever one of them needed some reassurance through touch.
Draco took a picture of her face once and she chased him around the grounds trying to get it from him. She hadn’t succeeded.
They’d started talking about work a little bit, aside from what Harry had mentioned about the Death Eater the Aurors had tracked down.
“...so she was trying to flirt with me, for some weird reason,” Harry said, talking about another employee at the Ministry that apparently thought she could either be Harry’s mistress or steal him away from Blaise. Not that Blaise would ever let that happen. She obviously didn’t get the memo that Harry hated people who tried to use him for fame or money (which were likely two of her reasons, the third being that Harry was pretty bloody hot in Blaise’s humble opinion) or the memo that Harry also hated cheaters.
“The reason she was flirting with you is because you’re rich, famous, and ridiculously attractive, love,” Blaise said, watching as Harry blushed at his words. Harry shook his head a few moments later.
“I’m not attractive. I know you think that, but you’re a little biased. I also have so much baggage that probably make me a pretty poor boyfriend-”
“I love you, but you need to shut up,” Blaise said, cutting off Harry mid-sentence. “We’ve talked about this before: you are attractive and it’s not just me that thinks that. Even back at Hogwarts there were multiple girls and blokes that were constantly staring at you and wanting to date you for your looks as much as for your fame. Hell, Draco couldn’t shut up about your gorgeous eyes for an entire year. And I know Ginny mentioned them in that little love poem she sent you in our second year.” Harry groaned at the reminder of that little event. “And you might have baggage, but so does everyone who was involved in the war like myself. And just because you have baggage it doesn’t mean you’re not the most amazing boyfriend.”
“You’re just saying that be-”
“Because why? We’re shagging? I’m your boyfriend? Yes, I’m your boyfriend and we do shag quite a bit, but I thought so even before we started dating. And I know I’ve told you that. That mind of yours just likes to make you forget that and send you down into a destructive spiral down.”
Harry sighed a bit, relenting to Blaise’s argument. He also knew Blaise never lost when they argued about this.
“I wouldn’t, and don’t, let anyone else disparage you, so why should you be allowed to disparage yourself. And you’ve never let me disparage myself or let any of your friends do so to themselves either. You should talk about this with your mind healer,” Blaise said, watching as Harry met his gaze and he nodded. Harry had started seeing a mind healer a few months ago and it was doing wonders helping him work through the trauma he’d accumulated over the years.
“So… you seriously think she was flirting with me because I’m good looking?” Harry asked after a few moments. Blaise nodded.
“Like I said: partially. Though why she thought you’d cheat is beyond me. Or why she thought she’d be able to come between us. I think I recognize her name from a couple years below ours, and she never seemed particularly pleasant. She tried to date Draco, too, come to think of it.”
Harry snorted. “Please tell me you saw that interaction.”
“I did,” Blaise said with a grin. “And heard Draco’s rant about it afterwards. I’d happily share the memory with you using our Penieve if you’d like?”
Harry nodded. “That sounds absolutely hilarious. I wonder if she had the same look that she had today when I turned her down. Multiple times.”
“Oh? She asked you multiple times? And how did she look after the rejections?” Blaise was now just a bit mad that she’d tried multiple times to get into Harry’s pants.
Maybe he’d had to get something from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes to pay her back…
“She looked pretty mad and stuck her nose up before storming off. And yeah, she tried a few times. With different proposals of nearly the same thing every time. I was starting to think I’d have to have another Auror come in and physically remove her from my office.”
“Mm, well that just won’t do,” Blaise said, causing Harry to frown in confusion while Blaise started nuzzling his neck. Which then turned to him kissing the tender skin there and causing Harry to shiver at the sensation. After finding a good spot above where the collar of Harry’s robes lay, Blaise latched on and sucked, creating a nice, dark love bite where everybody would see it. Harry let out a loud moan at the sensation and Blaise smirked into the love bite.
He loved drawing those reactions out of Harry and he knew Harry loved being marked up. Knowing that Blaise wanted everyone else to know that Harry was his.
Pulling away, he took the time to admire the mark he’d left on Harry’s lovely neck and moved his gaze upwards to see the dazed look on Harry’s face, his breathing slightly heavier than it had been.
It took Harry a few moments to come back to himself, but when he did, he grabbed the back of Blaise’s head and pulled him into a very needy and quickly heating up snogging session.
And one that eventually led to them heading to their bedroom not too much later.