A Birthday Fic!
Harry stalked through the trees, looking for any sign of his enemy. A broken twig here, a partial footprint there. Ah! A rustling sounded ahead. Harry crouched lower the ground as he approach the clearing. A flash of white-gold appeared through the foliage.
“Gotcha,” Harry muttered to himself.
All of a sudden a missile hit his head from the tree above.
“Direct hit! I win!”
“Dammit Draco! You always win,” Harry pouted. “I’m the one who got top marks in the Auror tracking test.”
“Yes, dear,” Draco leaped from the low branch to stand beside his husband. He pulled the sulking man close. “But not only did I get top marks in stealth, which was never your strong suit, but I also know your style and like any self-respecting Slytherin I use it to my advantage. You know if you really want to win you should-AAHHHH! What the fuck Harry!”
Draco started jumping around, writhing and shaking. Harry just stood there laughing as his husband tried to get the handful of snow out of his robes.
“And you, love, always forget that I was almost a Slytherin.”