#and it’s like scarily homoerotic shoe-tying
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Could You Tell a Lovegood from a Malfoy if One Appeared in Your Best Friend’s Living Room? (Drarry)
Harry is hanging out with his friends and Draco makes a silly little guest appearance.
So so so short, all fluff, featuring shocked to silence Hermione and Ron (will make a part 2 with their reactions if I feel like it!).
“Right, so then the kid get’s up, says Professor Potter, I heard some of the other professors gossiping in the hallways, and—“
Harry is cut off abruptly by Draco stepping into the room. Seeing his boyfriend all dressed up and ready for some big, important meeting or visit to an upscale bar renders him stupid every single time. Black over black over black—Draco looks particularly dashing tonight, which could’ve been on purpose.
He always loved putting on a show.
This, though, should not be enough to justify Hermione Granger’s sharp gasp and Ron’s eyes popping out of his head the way they do (unless, conveniently, Potter and forgotten to tell them the bloke he’s been seeing the last few weeks was actually Malfoy).
Maybe Harry should have warned them. But this is much funnier.
With little decorum, Draco wanders over and puts a foot up between Harry’s knees, at which point the Chosen One’s fingers nimbly tie the laces and fold up the cuffs. This is he and Draco’s routine, and Harry loves it—he loves doing this mundane and simple task for his boyfriend, loves how it makes him feel useful and like he’s part of Draco’s plans no matter how small the part. He would be upset if Draco didn’t do it on account of his friends, and he’s glad he didn’t have to ask.
“I am simply going to lose my mind if you tell this story one more time,” Draco says, all posh and nonchalant, smoothing the cuffs of his jacket and easily snapping on these incredible silver cuff links that Harry is supremely jealous of, even though his are solid gold. Nothing quite does Harry in like silver jewelry on Malfoy—when he looks up, he’s delighted to find these dangling silver earrings he had purchased the other man and melts accordingly.
“Longbottom and Weasley wouldn’t know a Niffler from a Bowtruckle, which is why they can’t tell a Lovegood from a Malfoy.”
He glances back at the silent couple, gripping each other and watching on with what seems to be abject horror. Harry slips a hand up Draco’s calf and fights the urge to drag him to the bedroom there and then when he flashes an easy, shameless smile in their direction.
“No offense,” he says pointedly towards Ron, “All they saw was blond hair, so who can really blame them?” He drops his foot back to the floor and smooths his suit. This is where Draco would usually bend to kiss him and he’d end up thirty-odd minutes late to wherever he was headed, but the blond refrains.
Harry doesn’t love this, but he understands it.
“How long will you be?”
“A couple hours—Pansy and Blaise are insatiable.”
“Still trying to find you a suitable mate?” Harry teases, and Draco scowls.
“As if such a thing exists—why do you think I had to settle for you?” he responds, sounding serious, but meaning fuck all of it. Harry smiles widely up at the man, who can’t help but answer him with another, softer.
“All bark,” Harry says, and he wishes he could pull Draco in, but his friends are already having heart attacks, so he leaves it be, despite how much he aches for a little more Draco before he has to leave.
“I’ll be off, then,” Draco announces, moving towards the door, “Don’t go into my study—your birthday present is in there—and you two—“ he points a finger at Ron and Hermione, and though it’s subtle, Harry can see Draco fighting laughter at their current state, “—don’t let him get wine drunk. He’s get’s terribly whiny and my patience is already thin.”
“You love it,” Harry accuses, and Draco rolls his eyes.
“I love you,” Draco corrects, which throws Harry for a loop—but an extremely welcome one. He hadn’t expected Draco to say it in front of Hermione and Ron, but there he went, loudly and without hesitating, “Not your ridiculous antics.”
Harry’s heart swells with something fiery.
“I love you, too,” Harry says, “Now get on with it.”
And then Draco is gone, and Harry is left to deal with the children all on his own.
#drarry#lgbtq#gay#fanfiction#writer#fanfic#draco malfoy#harry potter#hermione granger#ficlet#ron weasley#absolutely a goated interaction#I imagine the trio all in pajamas#and then Draco comes sauntering out dressed to the nines#and he puts his foot up between Harry’s knees#and Ron and Hermione are just#stunned#and it’s like scarily homoerotic shoe-tying#domestic#boyfriends#cute
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