Drarry One Shots and Fluff

Love

Post!war

Draco loved Harry so much and fully believed that he didn't deserve him.

It was the fifth time that week that he had come home hours after he had promised. The sun was down and the romantic meal Harry had planned was cold on the table as Draco closed the door with a pained look on his face. The lights were off and the candles on the table had burned down to the end of the wick, still dripping wax onto the tablecloth. Draco squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed his face. He hated how often his job made him late.

He walked into the living room to find Harry fast asleep on the sofa, limbs sprawled across the cushions and a small white cloth draped over his feet. He was wearing a white shirt and a waistcoat that was bunched up slightly, wrinkling the fabric as he took a deep breath in before he let out a long sigh in his sleep. Draco crouched down in front of him, threading his fingers through Harry's hair to gently wake him up, a sad expression etched into his face, "Ree? Love, you're going to get an ache in your neck if you sleep like this."

Harry groaned as he reached up to rub his face. His eyes flicked open for a second before they fell closed again and he leaned into Draco's touch, "mmm, Draco," he mumbled.

Then, he seemed to realise that Draco was home and his eyes shot open, "Draco!"

Draco readied himself for a mad Harry. He must have spent ages planning the night and Draco had completely ruined it. He had every right to rage and kick Draco out. But instead, Harry sat up and gently kissed him, "you're home," he spoke, a bright smile on his face, "have you eaten? I'll reheat your food for you. Sit down, sit down, you've been on your feet all day."

And that was why Draco loved Harry so much.

"B-but-" Draco tried to speak as he followed Harry into the kitchen, "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Harry asked, pushing him into a chair with a grin, "it's work. It's important. I completely understand," he waved his wand and a steaming plate of cottage pie floated over towards Draco, "plus, you're home now. That's all I care about."

Draco could barely speak as Harry shoved a fork into his hand, "this isn't fair," he muttered, "you shouldn't-"

"Draco, love, we have this conversation every time," Harry sat opposite him with a steaming cup of tea and placed one of his hands on top of Draco's, "and every time, I remind you that I don't mind if you come home late because you are so much more important than I am at this moment."

"Says the saviour of the wizarding world," Draco scoffed, starting to eat.

Harry waved his hand, "it was a team effort. Anyway, you are the most important person in my life right now and if I have to take a step back and take my feelings out of consideration in order for you to do what you need to then I will do it in a heartbeat."

"But I should be-"

Harry shushed him, "you can give that back to me at a later date. Right now, you need to eat and sleep. You look exhausted."

"But-"

"Do you love your work, Draco?" Harry asked, sipping his tea.

Draco looked down at his food, "yes."

"Do you see yourself doing this for years to come?"

"Well, yes but-"

"Then that's that," Harry decided, leaning back in his chair, "you can put me first when you're sorted, okay? But for now, just know that I love you."

"I love you too," Draco spoke before he finished the rest of the dinner, "Harry, I-"

Harry let out a sigh, cleaning Draco's plate with a flick of his wrist, "if you're going to apologise, I'm not going to listen."