To many, Draco Malfoy was a cold hearted, distant aristocrat who stayed within his personal shell and never came out. He was a cold-blooded snake with poisonous fangs who would strike if you got too close. He was a business man who kept his social like—if he had one; not many people knew—to himself and didn't pry into anyone else's. But Harry knew the real Draco. He was sweet and kind, gently, funny, sensitive, and he loved to cuddle.
Now, if asked about it in public or with strangers, Draco would most certainly scoff and deny it. He would claim that cuddling was far too intimate for his taste, but Harry knew how he really felt about cuddling, because that was almost all they would do when they were alone at their manor (besides the many obvious things, of course).
Draco claimed to hate intimacy, but Harry knew. He knew that Draco Malfoy, son of the late Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, head of the Malfoy house, firm businessman, and elegant aristocrat, loved to cuddle.
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Cuddles
FanfictionContrary to popular belief, Draco loved to cuddle. A collection of all the times Draco and Harry cuddled. Warning(s): Drarry (which means boyxboy), fluffiness, possible mild language.
