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iamnmbr3 · 3 days

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Draco: We're surrounded. What are we going to do?

Harry: Don't worry. I have a plan.

Draco: It better not involve suicidal levels of self sacrifice.

Harry: ... I no longer have a plan.

Harry: Oh well. That's never stopped me before.

Draco: *facepalming* Why did I agree to be your partner?

Harry: You mean as an Auror or at home? ;)

Draco: Both!

#drarry #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #drarry crack #humor #established drarry #hpdm #my post

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cluelesspigeons · 1 year

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Always beautiful

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (T)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hector The Cat

Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans Male Harry Potter, Trans Harry Potter, Autistic Draco Malfoy, Scars, Top Surgery Scars, Healing wounds, Wounds, Body Dysphoria, Comfort, Domestic Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Established Relationship, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, healing each other, Words of Affirmation, Acts of Kindness, Therapy, Trans Day of Visibility

Word count: 1.1k

Harry was curled up on the sofa by the time Draco came back home. Hector was sleeping next to him, the large blanket that was wrapped around Harry, muffling his soft catlike snores.

Draco walked over to the sofa, bending down over the back to place a gentle kiss on Harry’s temple. “Hello.”

Harry looked up from that weird rectangle muggles called a mobile, a sweet smile lifting up the corners of his mouth. “How was today’s session?”

Draco shook his head. He went to sit down next to Harry. “Alright, I guess.” He shrugged. “Healer Wilson said I’m doing better already. But I don’t know. She’s asked some really weird and difficult questions today.”

“Weird questions?” Harry asked. He tried sitting up, but winced loudly and lay back down, cursing quietly. “Ugh, I hate this.”

Carefully, Draco placed a hand on Harry’s side. “It’s normal, love. You’re still healing.”

“I know, but still!” He waved his hands in the air, frustration clearly audible in his voice. Hector opened one sleepy eye to look at what was happening. “I feel like I can barely move! Every single time I move as much as a centimetre, it’s like they’re ripping my chest open again.”

Draco moved his hand up and down, trying to give as much comfort as he could without hurting Harry any more. “You know I’m here to help.”

“Yeah, I do.” Harry sighed, tugging the blanket closer around himself. “But we can’t even cuddle at night anymore. I hate it!”

At that, Draco couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. He deliberately ignored the raised eyebrow Harry turned his way. “It’s only temporary, you know,” he said, a smile still lingering on his lips. “You’re acting like we won’t ever be able to cuddle again.”

Harry huffed, rolling his eyes. “Sure feels like it.”

“Oh, darling,” Draco laughed. He stood from the sofa and placed another kiss on Harry’s temple. “Have you taken your pain medication yet?”

Without waiting for an answer, Draco started making his way to the kitchen. However, es he did so, Harry mumbled something from underneath his blanket. Draco turned back around to look at his husband. “Didn’t catch that?”

“No, I haven’t,” Harry said, a little louder this time. “It… It hurt too much to get up.”

“Don’t worry, my love,” Draco said as he walked out the living room, “I’ll go get it.”

He was about to open the kitchen door, when he heard Harry’s voice calling for him again. “Draco?”

The way Harry said his name, full of love and tenderness, sent a wave of happiness through his veins. He wiggled his fingers excitedly as he walked back to the living room. He peeked his head around the door. “Yeah?”

Harry took a deep breath. “I know you’re not very comfortable doing this but… could you… would you help me refresh the bandages?”

Though he couldn’t see it himself, Draco knew he was smiling like the biggest, lovesick idiot on the planet. Sure, he didn’t like anything that had to do with wounds but he would definitely help Harry. It was the least he could do. “Of course,” he said softly, walking to the sofa and slowly, carefully, helping Harry get up.

The blanket was still securely wrapped around Harry as they made their way to the bathroom. It didn’t go unnoticed that Harry avoided looking at the mirror.

“Wait here a moment,” Draco said. “I’ll go get your medication as well.”

By the time he entered the bathroom again, the blanket lay discarded on the ground. Harry was standing in front of the mirror, his expression unreadable. He was pulling the bandages away from his chest, wincing softly every now and again when the bandage stuck to his sensitive skin.

Draco placed the pain medication next to the sink before he went to stand next to Harry, looking at him through the mirror. “Okay?”

And that was all Harry needed for his lower lip to start wobbling, and his shoulder to start shaking. His eyes filled with tears as he let his hands fall to his side. “I can’t do this,” he said. “I’m so ugly.”

“Hey,” Draco said, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders and turning him away from the mirror so they faced each other. “Look at me.” He reached up with one hand, cupping the side of Harry’s face and wiping away the tears that were streaming down his cheek. “Harry, you’re beautiful. I know that sometimes… sometimes your mind might tell you you’re not, but trust me when I say your mind is lying.” He paused for a second, trying–and failing–to understand what Harry might be thinking at the moment. “You are the most gorgeous human being I have ever seen in my entire life. It doesn’t matter what your body looks like, you’ll alway be beautiful to me.”

More tears streamed down Harry’s face, a loud sob filling the silence of the bathroom.

Draco’s eyes widened. Did he say something wrong? Should he have done something else? Said something else? Surely, he hadn’t insulted Harry, right? Right? Merlin, what was it that Healer Wilson had told him again?

“Did I say something wrong?” Draco asked quietly.

Harry huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, Draco,” he managed to say between sobs. He looked up, his green eyes still shining with unshed tears. “You have no idea, have you?”

Confused, Draco tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowed together. “I… don’t?”

Harry shook his head again, a fond smile on his lips as he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on Draco’s lips. “I don’t know how you knew, but what you said was exactly what I needed to hear.”

“Oh.” Draco pulled back, their foreheads resting together. His fingers had started fidgeting with the hem of Harry’s sweatpants. “Okay.”

“I love you,” Harry whispered, closing his eyes.

Draco pulled Harry a little closer, closing his eyes as well and letting the giddiness he felt run through his whole body. He smiled. “I love you, too. Now, will you let me help you?”

Slowly, Harry nodded. He took a deep breath and turned back to the mirror. The old bandages were now lying in the sink. Draco could clearly see the scars on his chest healing. He leaned closer and placed his lips on Harry’s bare shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Always so, so beautiful.”

And if he saw Harry’s cheeks darken ever so slightly, he didn’t say anything about it. It only made his husband look even more lovely.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 7 months

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October 3: Use Your Words

Harry hadn’t meant to say it.

He’d kept the words boxed up tight, held fast like the humiliating secret that they were. There was no chance that he was going to tell anyone; not Ron, not Hermione, not his therapist, not even the journal that he kept at his therapist’s recommendation. And he certainly, absolutely was not under any circumstances, going to tell Draco.

Except Draco was sitting there on the island in Harry’s kitchen, drinking a smoothie that he’d made himself from the stuff in Harry’s fridge, and rambling about a new found use for honey in one of his potions. And he just looked like he belonged there.

The words that Harry had guarded like a dragon guarding its treasure just came tumbling out without his consent. “I’m in love with you.”

It hardly even broke Draco’s sentence, “I love you too,” he said simply, and then continued, “but the honey, it had-”

“Wait,” Harry spluttered, “you love me?” he asked incredulously.

“I always have,” Draco said, tutting under his breath at Harry like he was being ridiculous.

He blinked at him, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you think I’d be sleeping with you if I didn’t love you?” he asked, like Harry was being the ridiculous one. “Do you think I’d be sitting here in your sweatpants nattering on about my life if I didn’t love you?”

“Well You could have used your words,” Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.

Draco huffed a laugh and untucked his legs from under himself so he could wrap them around Harry’s hips and pull him closer. “Why do you look so cross?” he laughed, brushing his fingers over the scowl on Harry’s forehead.

“I thought you were going to freak out!” he exclaimed, refusing to give in to the sweet kisses that Draco was pressing across his jaw. “I’ve been holding it in and bottling it up for months!”

“That’ll teach you,” he murmured. “I love you, you absolute nutter. And you love me.”

“Simple as that?” Harry asked, wondering if it could actually be that easy.

“Simple as that.”

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Written for @flufftober ‘s prompt “wait, you love me?” “I always have.”

#drarry #love #soft #fluff #short and sweet #one shot #idiots in love #flufftober #established relationships #love confessions

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 5 months

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Resting Rumors

Rule one as a new Ministry recruit, avoid Harry Potter. He's rude, mean, intimidating and grouchy. Except—wait—why is he smiling? Wait, he's married to who?

Ao3

#Drarry #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #Established Relationship #Auror Harry Potter #Harry is grouchy #and a little mean #unless you're Draco #or their son #Scorpius Malfoy #XxTheDarkLordxX Writes #Advent Month day eight!

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getawayfox · 9 months

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100 words of dramatic Draco and established idiots for @drarrymicrofic ‘s song prompt Endlessly by Muse. Thank you @crazybutgood for preventing me from using all of the tenses at once😅

Harry walked out on a Thursday. Harry “Second Chances” Potter left, and it only took Draco nine screw ups to do it, to finally break the man who relentlessly loved him no matter what. Now he is done.

How does Draco know he’s not going to get yet another chance this time? Well. Even he can tell when enough is enough.

So why is Harry’s bike parked outside Draco’s flat now? And the kitchen window is open, like it always is when Harry’s cooking. Draco’s heart speeds up uncomfortably in sync with his steps, his stomach swooping with reluctant hope.

#drarry #drarry micro #established idiots #draco malfoy #harry x draco #100 words #drarry microfic #drarry squad

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sitp-recs · 14 days

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Do you know fics in which Draco and Harry work through relationship problems?

Hi anon! I was gonna say I don’t read a lot of est relationship but looking at this reclist I guess no one will believe that 😂 thank you for this ask, it gave me the chance to rec fics I don’t usually rec which I love!! Enjoy :)

Relic Radiation by @tackytigerfic (M, 1k)

Draco goes into space, leaving behind his son Scorpius (who has just started at Hogwarts, at least), and his not-quite-boyfriend Harry Potter. But Harry can't stop loving Draco just because he's approximately 408km up, in constant orbit.

Let Me Have You and I'll Let You Save Me by Frayach (M, 6k)

Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him.

What I thought by @bafflinghaze (E, 8k)

Draco thought they were in a relationship. Harry thought it was just sex.

Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (E, 8k)

Draco is: a werewolf, living in a cabin in the woods, minding his own business, and never going to buy plaid because he's not that much of a fucking cliche (yet). He's also counting down the days until he sees Harry again.

‘Til Our Compass Stands Still by china_nightingale (M, 9k)

Harry and Draco eventually realise that things don't always go to plan, even if it's a plan they've been carefully crafting to keep themselves safe from each other.

i wake up falling, orphaned (M, 9k)

Draco’s always leaving, one way or another. Harry’s usually 240 thousand miles too late.

hear me (with your whole body) by @teacup-tai (E, 9k)

It was a sexy idea, exploring other bodies with Draco, engaging in sex with other people to spice things up. Something inside of him was excited about the prospect, but the nagging fear, the feeling of abandonment that follows each image that pops in his head is throwing him off. He would give it a go. See what it was like. He could always say no, right?

Hope Springs Eternal (But Love Springs in the Forest, Unannounced) by lettered (E, 13k)

Draco falls into a love spring. Harry saves him! And now they’re bonded for life. Draco is horrified. Harry thinks it’s kind of neat.

freely, as men strive for right by @bixgirl1 (E, 17k)

How can Harry love a man like Draco Malfoy? If only Draco would let him count the ways.

Burn the Curtains and the Wine by @nerdherderette (E, 24k)

There are two versions of Harry Potter: the wizard who is the Ministry of Magic's most dangerous and successful assassin, and the husband who leads a staid life of domesticity with a reformed Death Eater. And never the twain shall meet. Until, one day, they do.

Come For Me by Frayach (E, 24k)

After Draco is paralyzed in an accident, he and Harry discover a new way to make love.

remember me by hupsoonheng (T, 31k)

On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors. And then Harry doesn't come back.

The Arrangement series by RurouniHime (E, 72k)

It's worked for years. Why change it now?

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #established relationship #working through relationship problems

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slytherinnbitch · 2 years

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@a-fangirl-08 i just saw you liking the posts and had the urge to write this. Hope you like it! Also, this is a voldy actually died with Jily AU.

"Are you sure about this?" Draco asks nervously, not for the first time in the past couple of hours.

"Yes, love. It's just Pads and Mooney. They know I'm bringing home my partner tonight."

"Woah, wait! They don't know I'm coming?" Draco asks incredulously.

"I just said they did."

"Harry, love. Have you specifically told them it's me, Draco Malfoy, son to Narcissa Black-Malfoy?"

Harry just looks skyward, avoiding his eyes.

"Harry James Potter! I will kill you and then resurrect you to kill you again if you tell me that-"

Before he can finish his sentence, the door to Grimmauld Place opens. Behind it, Sirius Black, his cousin and Harry's Godfather stands, with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you going to come in? Or do we need to listen to this some more through the charms?" He asks.

"Oh.. we just- yeah let's get inside." Harry stutters out and takes his hand before entering the Noble House of Black.

Sirius doesn't say a word, until they are seaten in the living room, across Professor Lupin.

Before Draco gets to greet the them two formally, he looks at Harry to find him with his eyebrows scrunched up and he then says,

"What charms?"

"They are the opposite of privacy charms, so my lovely ancestors could hear what was going outside their door. It's never been removed, as I got to know a few minutes back." Sirius shrugs and looks from Harry to Draco.

"Oh, okay. Well, er... This is my partner, Draco Malfoy."

"We know." They say in unison and what?

"You know...? How?"

It's Professor Lupin who answers, "Because Harry, he is all you talk about. Have since fourth year. And now, Draco, tell us how were you thinking of resurrecting Harry after killing him? I have some ideas if you want."

"He is teasing, mate. Don't take him seriously," Sirius says before he can muster up any kind of reply, "I'm sure you have heard about us, not as much as we have about you of course."

"Yes, Mr. Black. Harry talks very highly of you both."

"Moons, help me. He is making me sound like some old pureblood man!" Sirius pleas dramatically, or he thinks so?

"Pads, you are an old pureblood man. And Draco, call us Padfoot and Moony if you're comfortable. Or Sirius and Remus would do as well. Let's ditch the formalities, please."

"I am old-" Sirius starts again and Draco smiles softly at them three when even Harry joins in on the banter. There was nothing of this sort at the Manor ever, to make it feel happy and safe.

So he just sits back and enjoys, sometimes commenting about Harry's this or that but otherwise just content to listen to his boyfriend and hopefully soon to be fiance be himself.

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ladderofyears · 1 year

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Aside from petty arguments over the correct brand of tea, Draco moving into Grimmauld had been easier than anyone could have predicted.

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Prompt: Petty.

#established relationship #drarry #boys in love #grimmauld place #one sentence story

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circeletters · 1 year

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Old lullaby

this was written for @hdcandyheartsfest using the prompt "happy tears"

He saw the way his eyes watered, a single tear sneaking out and falling before it could be stopped.

“Harry? Hey… It's okay, if you don't like it you don't need to stay with it, but-”

“Shut up.” Harry took a deep breath and kept his eyes at the box in front of him. The cardboard box was filled with vinyl records, mostly from the 80s, all worn out and some of them with scribbles and doodles on the covers.

Draco and Harry had taken the task of cleaning Grimmlaud Place not long ago, agreeing that anything that was older than 20 years was straight to trash. Draco had imposed to clean the older rooms himself, those never occupied during the time the Order was there, knowing all weird dark magic artifacts would be hidden in those. There was no need to expose Harry to that if he was already a very capable curse-breaker.

It was in one of these rooms, though, that Draco had found the perfect Christmas present for Harry. A box closed off in the corner of what he imagined was supposed to be Remus's room but never got used much, because the whole place was filled with dust everywhere. Everywhere except the box. When he opened he definitely didn't expect to find a mildly obsessive collection of David Bowie records, but even he was endeared upon a closer look, deciding if anyone was supposed to see this, it was Harry.

Now, on Christmas morning, Draco wondered if his idea was a good one or not. Harry stood with hands on the opened box, tears on his eyes, and wouldn't say anything.

“It’s organized from oldest to newest…” he tried, staring at Harry to see if he reacted.

Instead of a verbal response, Harry lunged himself into Draco, making them both fall in the thick rug of the living room.

“Thank you.” Harry said, still with his head buried in Draco's neck.

“You would've found it eventually, I just wanted it to be special…” their hands stayed together even after the embrace ended. Harry went through the vinyls with only one hand, and eventually stopped on one with a woman and pigs on the cover.

“Look! You like this one, don't you?” Harry turned the record to him, eyes glowing on finding something he could share.

“I do! Would you like to put it on?” Draco complied, it was not his favorite, but had some great songs in it, for sure.

“Oh we have to!” Harry let go of his hand and got up, quickly putting the record on while reading the back. “Sirius’ favorite” he whispered. “It's Remus's handwriting isn't it? It has a little heart on the side…”

He handed the cover to Draco. The sixth track had little scribbles around it, including the words Harry said on the messy calligraphy of his old professor, and an additional arrow that included in a well trained handwriting saying “it is!”

Draco looked up at Harry, and couldn't hide the smile that came up when their eyes met. Smiles were so easy with Harry. Glowing excited green eyes and thick lashes was all it took for Draco's heart to be filled.

“Well, you have to put it in the sixth song now.” Draco said, already getting up and recognizing the track.

When the music started Draco extended a hand in Harry's direction, a silent invitation to dance. He felt the warmth inside when his bodies approached, and they kept the whole rest of their night like that: dancing in a slow motion, in an embrace with a sweet voice as a lullaby, a memory of the past but also an enjoyment of the present, and the reassurance of a soft future.

#circewrites #they're dancing to long long time by linda ronstadt #I'm sorry this song is the official gay couple song now #i don't make the rules #drarry #draco malfoy x harry potter #this also got longer than i expected #established relationship #wolfstar #in case you didn't catch that #hdcandyheartsfest2023

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iamnmbr3 · 7 hours

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Harry: Do you remember when you told me to stop taking unnecessary risks at work?

Draco: ... Yes?

Harry: Oh. I was kind of hoping you'd forgotten.

#Draco: what did you do?#Harry: nothing...much. I may have gotten slightly cursed. but i'll be fine. probably.#Draco: you won't be fine once i get ahold of you. Draco: and don't you dare not make a full recovery or I'll-- Harry: weep at my bedside?#Draco: absolutely not? Harry: like last time? Draco: I got something in my eye. And you were delirious. how was i supposed to know #you'd remember?#drarry #Harry Potter #established drarry #hpdm

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cluelesspigeons · 1 year

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Overwhelmed

A drarry fanfiction

Rating: general audiences (G)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Hector the Cat

Additional tags: Autistic Draco Malfoy, Overstimulation, Sunday Lunch At The Burrow, The Burrow, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Learning How To Live With ASD

Word count: 1812

Summary: Sunday lunches at the Burrow are not easy for Draco. Yet, he's still trying his best.

Read it on ao3

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #harry x draco #my writing #cp writes #cluelesspigeons #autism #autistic Draco #hurt/comfort #established drarry

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drarryruinedme7 · 1 year

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Harry looks sideways at Draco. They’re on their bed, ready to go to sleep.

Draco grabs his usual body cream from the nightstand, the coconut scented one. It’s the one with glitters in it.

You’re fifty, Draco.

So? Is there a law forbidding fifty year old people from using glittery body creams?

Harry would say that yes, there is, just to spite him, but not tonight.

Tonight, Harry shakes his head while he recalls every memory of their thirty years spent together. He smiles as he watches Draco spreading cream all over his legs, still so long, still so soft, still so hot.

“Thirty years,” Harry mutters.

Draco pauses for a second, legs glittering. “What?”

“I said —” Harry reaches out, traces an imaginary path down his husband’s shin. “I said — we’ve been together thirty years. That’s a long time.”

He knows he sounds sappy and he feels that too. His voice breaks and when a wicked smile appears on Draco’s face, Harry knows his mind is quickly filling with images from their shared years as well; of their fights, the first tentative and verymuchsecret dates, their first kiss, the many, many christmases, birthdays, lazy mornings spent in bed cuddling.

Draco covers Harry’s hand with his own. God. Harry knows everything about that hand; the small blue mole on the pinkie, the wrinkles time drew on it, the always, always, always, perfect nails.

“Are you trying to tell me it’s too much?”

“I’m trying to tell you,” Harry says, all too happy he’s now 100% able to discern Draco’s use of sarcasm-cause-I’m-embarrassed, “I still love you. More and more. Everyday. I look at you with your body cream and I just— love you so fucking much.”

Draco blushes. How is it possible to love someone so deeply after all this time?

“So sappy.” He turns back to his nightly routine. Looks at Harry out of the corner of his eye. “I love you too,” he murmurs.

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry squad #draco x harry #fluff #idk what this is #just a nightly thought #sometimes I just want them to be cute and sappy and in love #drarry fic #drarry ficlet #drarry fanfic #established relationship #married drarry #mywriting

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drarrily-we-row-along · 7 months

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"Oh, Merlin," Draco said, voice tinged with that particular tone of vindictive glee that could only mean that Harry was about to get an ear full of gossip.

"What?" he asked as he poured coffee into Draco's mug.

"Thank you," Draco said as he tipped his head up, puckering his lips in search of a kiss.

Obviously, Harry obliged him, chest warming at the casual way Draco displayed affection. When he pulled away, he pecked Draco on the tip of the nose before going back to the stove top where he was cooking their eggs. "What were you going to say?" he prompted.

"Oh," Draco said, and even without looking, Harry could tell he was perking up, squaring his shoulders and grinning as he asked, "Did you read the paper this morning?"

"You know I don't read that garbage," Harry replied as he waved a hand at the toaster to put their toast down, whole wheat from him and rye for Draco.

"But you'll never guess the juicy details of this power couple's break up," he said.

"Power couple, huh?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes.

Draco hummed around a sip of coffee, "Mmhmm. They say they're on the rocks after one of them cheated with Neville Longbottom."

Harry laughed, "Ridiculous. Neville's not that type of bloke, he'd never be privy to something like that."

"Not so, according to this paper. They say that the slytherin snaked his way right into Neville's bed."

"Isn't Neville's bed also Blaise's bed?" he asked as he put their eggs on plates and brought them over.

"It is, but the paper doesn't seem to know it." He accepted his plate, "Thank you, love."

"Don't mention it," Harry replied as he plopped down across from him.

Draco grinned at him, his foot rubbing over Harry's calf. "Just wait until you hear the rest. Apparently Neville's been his side piece since their 8th year at Hogwarts."

"Who?" Harry asked, frowning and trying to get a glance at the newspaper.

"Why, me of course," he said with a grin. "Potter, don't you know that I'm an incorrigible flirt, that I'll bed anything that moves? I'm such a trollop."

Harry laughed, "Yes, they've really got you pegged," he said reaching across the table to take Draco's hand. "My sweet, loving husband who'd never so much as looked at another man's penis before we got married is out sleeping with anything that moves. My darling spouse who gave me his first kiss, definitely out whoring around now."

Draco grinned at him, "Well don't spoil all the fun of my sex-capades. If they want to believe I'm running around, may as well let them."

"You're mine," Harry murmured, bringing Draco's wrist to his lips to press a kiss to his tender skin. "All mine. And I don't care what the world thinks as long as you know it."

Cupping his cheek, Draco leaned across the table to brush a soft kiss over Harry's mouth. "All your's," he agreed. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

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