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— No, Harry, did you see that horror movie?! I'm never going to the cinema again!
Malfoy kept talking, gesturing wildly and making the most bizarre faces. Harry, meanwhile, was openly admiring his boyfriend. Draco is so handsome, slender, and so, so cute!
—So, yes or no?—his beautiful lover suddenly yelled right into his ear.
— Um...
—Weren’t you listening to me?—Draco asked suspiciously.
— Um...
—So that’s how you feel about me! I’m going on and on here, and he’s just staring at me like a sheep staring at a new gate!
Puffing out his cheeks in a show of defiance, the Draco moved away from Potter.
— All right, I was just thinking... What didn't you like, you say?
— Are you kidding me? Everything! I'm not some scary, skinny, jealous little bastard like that guy over there!
— So what? I'm not some self-sacrificing hero, and I didn't even kill Voldemort. He just died on his own. Maybe of old age.
— What does that have to do with anything? How dare they turn your friends into beggars and mudbloods!
— Hmm… Are they purebloods?
Malfoy smiled smugly.
— Hmm, I suppose so.
— Potter, you’re definitely better at chewing than talking!
—Chewing?— The brunet smirked.
—Get lost!
Draco took offense again.
Silence.
— All right, I meant sucking.
— That’s better.
Pouty lips and a sulky expression again.
— You know, I’ve come up with a punishment for you!— Potter grinned widely.
—What is it?—Draco asked curiously.—And what did I do?—he immediately objected.
—Make me breakfast.
—Why all of a sudden?
—You ruined my day: first you whined that normal people drink coffee in the morning, not juice like I suggested; then you claimed the coffee wasn’t the same as what Blaise used to make for you, and then you dragged me to that stupid movie they made just because you lost your damn diary! And then you go and complain that they portrayed you as a total scumbag in it! And also...
That’s when Malfoy realized his boyfriend was using his own tactics against him. He’s whining so much that it’s easier just to give in. After all, Potter hadn’t said anything about the quality of breakfast. And what a terrible - no, just a nightmarish - movie! *Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix*. And Harry fell in love with him at first sight, not like in this movie. Pfft!
— Did you even hear me?
— Mmm...
— No?
— What makes you say that?
— So you remembered everything just to make oatmeal, then?
— Umm...
—What is that?—the Draco tried frantically to recall.—Oatmeal, oatmeal… What a familiar word.
—Ah, whatever. I guess now isn’t the time to talk, so I need to get to the bedroom right away. Sometimes it’s better to keep your mouth busy… And tomorrow Potter will do everything himself. He’s such a sweetheart afterward…— Draco concluded, smiling dreamily.
Harry looked at the Draco, who was clearly up to something, and decided that he’d try not to be nice and kind the next morning, but to make the blond do something on his own for once. At least make some oatmeal.