perfect. harry potter. harry/draco. g. 100.
ao3.
“draco, love,” harry says, gently shaking his fiancee, his husband as of tomorrow, awake. "let's go to bed."
notes: for
draco100's
prompt 120: get some rest.
“Draco, love,” Harry says, gently shaking his fiancee, his husband as of tomorrow, awake. “Let’s go to bed. You need to get some rest.”
“Can’t,” Draco mumbles into the crook of his elbow. “Have to make sure everything is perfect.”
“You’ve done all you can. There’s nothing left to do,” Harry says as he tries to get Draco up off the living room floor. Draco whines but allows Harry to start walking him towards the bedroom.
“Perfect,” Draco mumbles through a yawn. “‘Gotta be perfect.”
Harry tucks him into bed, kissing his forehead. “It will be, love. It will be.”
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