Home is where He is (Drarry)

Home is with the Malfoys

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Sunlight streamed into the kitchen reflecting off the window crystals, littering the walls with rainbows. The only ambience echoing through being the leaves that rustled as they parted from trees.

Draco hummed quietly as he immersed his hands in the soapy suds of the sink washing the dishes from lunch. Harry was sat on the breakfast bar reading quietly while drinking chocolate milk. It was a ritual both had grown accustomed to, seeing as Harry felt bad having Draco wash the dishes, he always stayed close by while he did them. The blonde looked over to where Harry sat and frowned at the way he sat crossed-legged on his furniture.

"Harry! enléve tes pieds de mes meubles," he scolded in french- it was a common habit the blonde had. (T/Harry! get your feet off my furniture/T)

Harry was startled and moved his legs quickly- despite the fact he wasn't great at french, he was so familiar with this phrase and did what Draco wanted immediately

"Si tu n'étais pas si mingon, je te giflerais," (T/if you weren't so cute I'd slap you/T)

Harry just smiled and nodded as if he knew what the blonde was saying, Draco was sure that if he did- Harry would be a deep crimson by now.

The blonde shook his head and focused his eyes back out of the window he was looking at prior  - the late summer spiralled into the warm tones of autumn. Draco would be lying if he said that he didn't love the cold weather, however, a certain potter always complained about it,

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Flashback

*Knock knock*

"yes?"

Harry shuffled through the door in fuzzy socks and scooted to where the blonde lay, he didn't say anything as he stared into blue eyes,  He cradled his iPad as he looked at the blonde expectantly.

"yes?" Draco repeated still awaiting Harry's reasoning for coming into his room, wondering if Harry was going to continue standing there like a Teletubbie.

"I'm cold," he whined, Draco looked at the youngest Potter in disbelief. He was desperately trying not to roll his eyes

"OK......what do you want me to do about that?"

Harry shrugged, however, Draco knew exactly what he wanted and came here for.

"Are you gonna say it -or are you waiting for me too?"

Harry smiled pathetically earning a scoff, Draco lifted the blanket of his bed and allowed the blue-haired boy to snuggle next to him

After a nap and 2 essays later Harry finally spoke up.

"I'm cold anymore,"

"No shit potter, I would have kicked you off my bed if there was no improvement"

Harry didn't reply and swung a leg over Draco's legs holding him closer, he fought off a smile at the petty action, stroking Harry's hair. Even though Draco constantly teased Harry about how much he liked to cuddle, he didn't hate it either.

End of Flashback  

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Just as Draco dried his hands the doorbell rang. Draco quirked an eyebrow turning to face Harry, who was also perplexed by the doorbell.