You know what? I’m having a bad pain day, have some silly drarry fluff. Even if it only gets a couple of notes, it’ll cheer me up a lot to know I’m making someone else smile today
It feels like Harry’s stomach is trying to eat itself by the time they finally get out of bed and go to the kitchen. By some stroke of luck, he always wakes up so early with Malfoy, early enough to have plenty of time with him before he has to go to work.
Still, he’ll be cutting it close this morning.
“Are there any of those scones from Sunday left?” he asks, opening cupboards when he gets to the kitchen. It’s a long shot, since it’s been so many days, but they are exactly what he feels like right now.
With a happy cry, he finds some under a stasis charm in the second cupboard he checks. When he turns around with a triumphant grin, Malfoy’s already opening a jar of jam. As Harry watches, he plunges a spoon in, scoops some up, and then sticks it right in his mouth.
Harry isn’t sure what’s more surprising, Malfoy utter lack of manners, or the fact he’s oddly aroused by it.
Completely unaware of the fact he’s making Harry’s brain grind to a halt, Malfoy just moans happily, eyes closed as he sucks the jam off the spoon and licks his lips. Harry quickly glances at the clock and then curses softly. There’s just not enough time.
There’s never enough time.
“I’m shocked by your manners,” he says instead, quickly snatching the spoon from him after he’s loaded it up again.
The angry, almost growling sound Malfoy makes pulls a laugh from Harry right as he sticks the spoon in his own mouth, and he almost chokes.
“I’m starving, you wanker, get your own jam,” Malfoy says, trying to get the spoon back.
Harry can dodge him easily enough, of course, but it’s much nicer to be caught. Malfoy pins him to the counter, leaning close and prying the spoon away from him. He’s close, and warm, and there’s a bit of jam, bright and temping, on his chin.
It’s impossible not to lean forward. Not to lick away that jam and press his lips to Malfoy’s to muffle the disgruntled squawk his action causes. It’s impossible not to chase the taste of sweet jam in his mouth.
Everything about Malfoy just intoxicates him, and by now he probably shouldn’t be surprised at being driven mad by the git eating jam out of the jar with a spoon, but he is.
“I want you again, but there’s no time,” he breathes, leaving Malfoy’s lips to trail kisses along his jawline. “I’m going to be late as it is.”
“Call in sick,” Malfoy suggests, then, with no shame, he plunges the spoon back into the jar, and then eats another mouthful of jam while Harry kisses his neck.
“You can’t just have jam for breakfast,’ Harry scoffs, not sure what else to do with how completely casual the entire act is. “At least put it on a scone.”
Malfoy soundly whacks his nose with the spoon. “I’ll eat this jam how I like, and if you don’t like it, piss off to work then,” he huffs, plunging the spoon back into the jar with a rebellious expression.
It’s so…Harry can’t help it. Laughter bubbles up in his throat and then spills from his mouth. Malfoy only looks more aggravated, which only makes Harry laugh harder, louder.
“I should kick you out,” Malfoy mutters, reaching behind Harry. When his hand returns, it’s holding a scone. With a dark look, Malfoy smears a dollop of jam on the top of it and then proceeds to eat it with the most aggressive expression Harry has seen on him in a while.
And Harry…he just loses it. Laughs so hard he slides right to the floor, and Malfoy just steps back and lets him fall.
“Ridiculous,” Malfoy mutters, looking down at him and shaking his head the longer he sits there laughing.
Harry can’t help but grin back up at him. It is ridiculous. So ridiculous. But sort of perfect.
“Perfect morning,” he says, before surging to his feet and stealing the scone right out of Malfoy’s hand.
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