#drarry things

*Draco, in the other room complaining about something trivial, loudly*

Ron: How do you get him to shut up? It’s unbearable

Harry: Usually I just stick my dick in his mouth when it gets too much, his voice is a lot less irritating when he’s moaning though

Ron: *pulls his top lip into his mouth and just nods his head, so so done with this gay shit*

Part 6  /

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The two boys settled on tea at Draco’s as everything else in the area had closed for the night.  When Harry arrived at his place, he was sitting atop the brick fence in front of the house with a blanket around his shoulders, writing in a parchment journal. Draco looked up and closed the journal.

“Welcome,” he said, looking over at his house.

The fondness with which he regarded his humble home made something tighten in Harry’s chest.  Draco led him inside, offering to take his bag and then putting a kettle on the stove.  Harry observed his surroundings: warm, eclectic and covered in plants.  The boy standing in front of him had changed, there was no faking this. Harry wanted to ask all the questions in the world just then. But it was delicate.

“I think we should sit outside. It’s probably one of the last mild evenings before the autumn rain hits London,” Draco said, pulling Harry out of his thoughts.

Sitting side by side, they spoke with carefully sifted words, casting quick side-glances to measure the other’s reaction.  By their fifth mug of tea, they started to relax.  The conversation was light, as if they knew there’d be time for the other stuff.  War was over after all, the urgency was no longer.  Harry began having a slight déjà vu from their first meeting at the Chinese restaurant; he didn’t want to leave but he also could not drink a single drop more of tea and he was starting to shiver from the dampness that had creeped in with the sunset. Draco was looking at him now, seeming to be holding his breath.  In a sudden swooping motion, he threw half of his blanket over Harry’s shoulders to cover both of them. Harry made a noise of surprise, but looked at Draco with a smile. What on Earth were they doing, once again, and why did it still not feel extremely weird?

“You could.. uh, we can go in… if you’d like,” Draco said, making his suggestion sound more like a question.  

Harry smiled once more.  He didn’t want to leave and he didn’t want to freeze.  It was only a reasonable offer to accept.

linking pinky fingers together when they’re walking side by side

knees touching when they’re sitting in potions class

nick food off each other’s plates and wink to distract the other person while doing so

soft, gentle behind-the-neck kisses

always touching in a way, when they’re just strolling, harry would somehow have draco’s robe sleeve in his grasp

quick temple peck

harry getting draco’s books for him when he goes to the library 

draco always having a pair of harry’s spare glasses on him

harry saving extra chocolate treats and slipping them into draco’s pockets

damn those nape kisses

silently moving out of the way when they share a toilet

sending notes in the shape of origami cranes to each other that says “focus on the meeting, potter” and “stop staring, malfoy xo”

draco putting harry’s wand away in a safer place when harry just left it on his bed

on the topic of wands, using each other’s wands to do mundane daily stuff without even noticing it

draco putting a hand on harry’s knees when someone tries to flirt with him, to claim his bf status, duh

thumb rubbing circles into the back of the other’s hand when holding hands 

during arguments, draco would always avoid insults related to harry’s parents and upbringing

harry would avoid remarking the way draco feels the need to put himself above others so he isn’t crushed by others 

sometimes draco would place a palm on the small of harry’s back when they’re dealing with reporters together

harry cleaning after draco when draco just dumps his paperwork all over the desk

draco piling food on harry’s plate quietly 

sneaking a hand around each other’s waist when a touchy subject is mentioned by others

passing drinks to the other during pub nights  automatically while not breaking an animated discussion, when the other arrives

again, innocent neck kisses 

draco adding an extra spoon of sugar in harry’s tea when harry comes out of his room looking like he barely slept

harry passing the daily prophet to draco when draco passes the mails to him

harry tucking a strand of stray hair behind draco’s ears when the other is dramatically ranting about his day