Fic - Home H/D [R]
My first posted fic! *wibbles*
Title: Home
Author: alovelycupoftea
Beta: fat_teaspoon
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Word Count: 1600
Prompt: slythindor100 's challenge #104 Home
Warnings: fluff
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. No profit is made from this fic.
Harry looked down at the tousled mess of blond hair tickling his chest. His delicious boyfriend was still and unselfconscious in the way he only ever was after a thorough shagging. He loved seeing Draco like this, with rumpled hair and nothing masking his true self. Putting his hand over Draco’s to still the ticklish patterns he was absent-mindedly drawing on his belly, Harry realised that he was happy. Not just after-glow happy, but truly contented with his current life. Placing a kiss on his boyfriend’s head, he contemplated how their relationship was a large part of his contentment.
“Draco?” he murmured, not wanting to disturb the quiet beauty of the moment.
His boyfriend shifted lethargically, “Mmm?”
“Live with me?” Harry hadn’t known if he was actually going to say it until it came out. Vocalising it made him realise just how much he wanted them to share a home.
Draco stilled, and then moved so he was looking at Harry’s face. “What?”
Harry smiled. “I love this. Going to sleep with you, knowing I’ll be waking up with you. If we lived together we could do it everyday.”
Draco stretched up to place a gentle kiss on Harry’s lips. “Yes.” He wriggled back into his usual post-coital position with his head pillowed on his boyfriend’s arm and his breathing evened out with sleep. Harry smiled and closed his eyes, thinking of their home together as he fell asleep.
Waking up the next morning, Harry turned on to his side and reached out for Draco. Finding the bed empty and cold he blearily opened his eyes. Squinting he saw that Draco was not in the room, and there was no noise coming from the bathroom. Harry put his glasses on, confused. Weekends with Draco usually meant glorious sleepy morning sex, a shared shower and then more energetic shagging before either of them got up. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers, wondering what could possibly have tempted his boyfriend out of bed at nine in the morning on a Saturday.
Wandering into the kitchen, Harry found the coffee machine on and fresh coffee in the pot. Astonished that Draco actually knew how to work the coffee maker, he resolved to not believe him again when he made Harry get out of bed for their morning coffee, since Draco insisted that he ‘couldn’t work that Muggle machine’. He poured himself a mug and followed the sound of Draco’s voice into the living room. His boyfriend was showered and dressed and kneeling on the floor in front of the fireplace, talking to someone by Floo. He pulled his head out of the fire just as Harry entered the sitting room.
“Harry! There you are! Can you believe the only wizarding estate agent in London is run by a Hufflepuff?” Draco was chattering animatedly and Harry was somewhat mystified by his unexpected energy and choice of subject. “Honestly. I’m not sure I want to trust those sorts of negotiations to that Macmillan chap. Well anyway, we’re not moving somewhere Muggle, so it’ll have to be him. I’ve given him a list of our specifications and his assistant is sorting out an itinerary of places for us to visit later today. You’d better have a shower, we have work to do!” Draco shuffled the parchments he was holding and Summoned the pot from the kitchen to top up his coffee cup.
“Umm?” Harry was stunned. This time on a weekend morning usually meant adorable, pliant private Draco, not hyper-efficient public Draco. He had no idea what to say. He remembered asking Draco if he wanted to live together, but he had imagined they might spend today indulging themselves in each other, not making plans to move right away. “We’re moving house?”
Draco turned to him, looking surprised. “You do remember what you asked me last night?”
“Yes, of course. I just wasn’t expecting you to leap into action like this.” Harry had a sudden realisation that he might well be on the path to a horrible fight.
Draco looked a little offended. He began to speak in a rush. “Don’t you want me to? I didn’t think you’d want to move into the Manor, and in any case I certainly don’t want to share our first home as a couple with my parents. This place, meanwhile,” Draco paused to look round Harry’s homely sitting room, “is cosy, and fine for a bachelor pad, but we need a house. I need a potions lab, and you need a nice kitchen, and probably a garden too judging by the number of pot plants and window boxes you seem to have accumulated…”
Harry cut Draco off with a kiss before he could say any more. “You’re right. I just woke up grumpy because you weren’t in my bed.” He drained his coffee mug and sent it back to the kitchen. “I’ll go shower right now.”
As Harry waited for the shower to run hot, he thought about all the fights they’d had before he’d worked out that it was best to go along with Draco when he was this commanding and efficient. He smiled as he thought about some of the glorious sex they’d had when Draco brought his authoritative mood into their bedroom. Hopefully there would be time for that after the house hunting they were apparently doing that day.
Dressed neatly, Harry squared his shoulders to return to the living room. He had no idea what to expect; Draco had had a good half an hour in which to make more plans. Would all his possessions be in boxes by now? A good packing spell only took minutes. He hoped he was right in thinking that Draco considered housekeeping spells too plebeian to learn. He sighed with relief when he saw that the room appeared to be unchanged. Draco was sitting on Harry’s squishy sofa, examining bits of parchment. Sitting down next to him, Harry saw they were house details. “See anything good?”
“Mmm.” Draco didn’t look up. “I think really we’re looking for a house aren’t we?” Harry knew it wasn’t really a question and didn’t reply. “Like I said, I want space for a potions lab and you need a room to do your own thing, and a shared living room, and preferably a separate dining room, and then a spare bedroom. I also want a garden that isn’t overlooked so we can indulge our love of naughty al-fresco sex. And some kind of balcony or terrace would be nice too.”
“You want a proper house with a garden that isn’t overlooked and a balcony or terrace?” Harry bit his lip, nervously.
“Yes, I think that’ll be ideal, really.” Draco looked up and nodded.
“In Central London? I know how you feel about suburbs.” Harry began to chew his thumbnail.
Draco sneered. “Malfoys do not live in suburbia, Potter. We live in country estates or central townhouses.”
“Umm, you know we might have to compromise on some of these things, don’t you? Otherwise it’s going to cost millions of galleons.” Harry had envisaged asking Draco to live with him would mean him clearing out a drawer in his dresser, buying a new wardrobe and being forced to redecorate the living room. Instead his boyfriend was talking about investing in expensive property together.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with that. We both have plenty of money. Why shouldn’t we spend it on a beautiful house?” Draco’s efficient composure began to crack. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. My mistake.” He stood up abruptly, and dropped the parchments he was holding into the bin. Harry realised he had seconds to salvage this situation before it turned into a proper fight. He suddenly understood that Draco’s public mask had come out because he was just as worried as Harry about taking this step in their relationship. For someone who had been brought up knowing about the family holdings, buying a property together would be a completely tangible sign of commitment.
He sighed. “Draco, no, wait. I just mean that even if we end up in a tiny flat it wouldn’t matter to me, as long as you were there too.” Harry reached out to put his hands on his boyfriend’s waist and tentatively pulled him so he was leaning against his own chest. “I’m just saying, let’s be prepared to compromise on some of our wants as long as we get our needs. And my need is you.” He felt the tension begin to ebb out of Draco’s frame with his words and his embrace. “I’d love to share a big, beautiful townhouse with you, and I want to prove I’m not going anywhere by paying my half of the mortgage. But I’d equally love to share a studio flat with you. I’d share a hideous bed-sit with you and not even mind about you calling it plebeian. I want all the things you want,” Harry smiled, mischievously, “especially the naughty al-fresco sex part; but if we can’t have them, I still want to move in with you.” He decided words were an inefficient method of communication and instead brought his lips up to meet Draco’s.
Draco broke the kiss; his cheeks flushed with the slight redness that always reminded Harry of sex and made his trousers tighten. “Okay. Let’s buy a home.”
Harry smiled and pushed him down on the sofa. “Let’s practise christening it.”
fin
Title: Home
Author: alovelycupoftea
Beta: fat_teaspoon
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Word Count: 1600
Prompt: slythindor100 's challenge #104 Home
Warnings: fluff
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. No profit is made from this fic.
Harry looked down at the tousled mess of blond hair tickling his chest. His delicious boyfriend was still and unselfconscious in the way he only ever was after a thorough shagging. He loved seeing Draco like this, with rumpled hair and nothing masking his true self. Putting his hand over Draco’s to still the ticklish patterns he was absent-mindedly drawing on his belly, Harry realised that he was happy. Not just after-glow happy, but truly contented with his current life. Placing a kiss on his boyfriend’s head, he contemplated how their relationship was a large part of his contentment.
“Draco?” he murmured, not wanting to disturb the quiet beauty of the moment.
His boyfriend shifted lethargically, “Mmm?”
“Live with me?” Harry hadn’t known if he was actually going to say it until it came out. Vocalising it made him realise just how much he wanted them to share a home.
Draco stilled, and then moved so he was looking at Harry’s face. “What?”
Harry smiled. “I love this. Going to sleep with you, knowing I’ll be waking up with you. If we lived together we could do it everyday.”
Draco stretched up to place a gentle kiss on Harry’s lips. “Yes.” He wriggled back into his usual post-coital position with his head pillowed on his boyfriend’s arm and his breathing evened out with sleep. Harry smiled and closed his eyes, thinking of their home together as he fell asleep.
Waking up the next morning, Harry turned on to his side and reached out for Draco. Finding the bed empty and cold he blearily opened his eyes. Squinting he saw that Draco was not in the room, and there was no noise coming from the bathroom. Harry put his glasses on, confused. Weekends with Draco usually meant glorious sleepy morning sex, a shared shower and then more energetic shagging before either of them got up. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers, wondering what could possibly have tempted his boyfriend out of bed at nine in the morning on a Saturday.
Wandering into the kitchen, Harry found the coffee machine on and fresh coffee in the pot. Astonished that Draco actually knew how to work the coffee maker, he resolved to not believe him again when he made Harry get out of bed for their morning coffee, since Draco insisted that he ‘couldn’t work that Muggle machine’. He poured himself a mug and followed the sound of Draco’s voice into the living room. His boyfriend was showered and dressed and kneeling on the floor in front of the fireplace, talking to someone by Floo. He pulled his head out of the fire just as Harry entered the sitting room.
“Harry! There you are! Can you believe the only wizarding estate agent in London is run by a Hufflepuff?” Draco was chattering animatedly and Harry was somewhat mystified by his unexpected energy and choice of subject. “Honestly. I’m not sure I want to trust those sorts of negotiations to that Macmillan chap. Well anyway, we’re not moving somewhere Muggle, so it’ll have to be him. I’ve given him a list of our specifications and his assistant is sorting out an itinerary of places for us to visit later today. You’d better have a shower, we have work to do!” Draco shuffled the parchments he was holding and Summoned the pot from the kitchen to top up his coffee cup.
“Umm?” Harry was stunned. This time on a weekend morning usually meant adorable, pliant private Draco, not hyper-efficient public Draco. He had no idea what to say. He remembered asking Draco if he wanted to live together, but he had imagined they might spend today indulging themselves in each other, not making plans to move right away. “We’re moving house?”
Draco turned to him, looking surprised. “You do remember what you asked me last night?”
“Yes, of course. I just wasn’t expecting you to leap into action like this.” Harry had a sudden realisation that he might well be on the path to a horrible fight.
Draco looked a little offended. He began to speak in a rush. “Don’t you want me to? I didn’t think you’d want to move into the Manor, and in any case I certainly don’t want to share our first home as a couple with my parents. This place, meanwhile,” Draco paused to look round Harry’s homely sitting room, “is cosy, and fine for a bachelor pad, but we need a house. I need a potions lab, and you need a nice kitchen, and probably a garden too judging by the number of pot plants and window boxes you seem to have accumulated…”
Harry cut Draco off with a kiss before he could say any more. “You’re right. I just woke up grumpy because you weren’t in my bed.” He drained his coffee mug and sent it back to the kitchen. “I’ll go shower right now.”
As Harry waited for the shower to run hot, he thought about all the fights they’d had before he’d worked out that it was best to go along with Draco when he was this commanding and efficient. He smiled as he thought about some of the glorious sex they’d had when Draco brought his authoritative mood into their bedroom. Hopefully there would be time for that after the house hunting they were apparently doing that day.
Dressed neatly, Harry squared his shoulders to return to the living room. He had no idea what to expect; Draco had had a good half an hour in which to make more plans. Would all his possessions be in boxes by now? A good packing spell only took minutes. He hoped he was right in thinking that Draco considered housekeeping spells too plebeian to learn. He sighed with relief when he saw that the room appeared to be unchanged. Draco was sitting on Harry’s squishy sofa, examining bits of parchment. Sitting down next to him, Harry saw they were house details. “See anything good?”
“Mmm.” Draco didn’t look up. “I think really we’re looking for a house aren’t we?” Harry knew it wasn’t really a question and didn’t reply. “Like I said, I want space for a potions lab and you need a room to do your own thing, and a shared living room, and preferably a separate dining room, and then a spare bedroom. I also want a garden that isn’t overlooked so we can indulge our love of naughty al-fresco sex. And some kind of balcony or terrace would be nice too.”
“You want a proper house with a garden that isn’t overlooked and a balcony or terrace?” Harry bit his lip, nervously.
“Yes, I think that’ll be ideal, really.” Draco looked up and nodded.
“In Central London? I know how you feel about suburbs.” Harry began to chew his thumbnail.
Draco sneered. “Malfoys do not live in suburbia, Potter. We live in country estates or central townhouses.”
“Umm, you know we might have to compromise on some of these things, don’t you? Otherwise it’s going to cost millions of galleons.” Harry had envisaged asking Draco to live with him would mean him clearing out a drawer in his dresser, buying a new wardrobe and being forced to redecorate the living room. Instead his boyfriend was talking about investing in expensive property together.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with that. We both have plenty of money. Why shouldn’t we spend it on a beautiful house?” Draco’s efficient composure began to crack. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. My mistake.” He stood up abruptly, and dropped the parchments he was holding into the bin. Harry realised he had seconds to salvage this situation before it turned into a proper fight. He suddenly understood that Draco’s public mask had come out because he was just as worried as Harry about taking this step in their relationship. For someone who had been brought up knowing about the family holdings, buying a property together would be a completely tangible sign of commitment.
He sighed. “Draco, no, wait. I just mean that even if we end up in a tiny flat it wouldn’t matter to me, as long as you were there too.” Harry reached out to put his hands on his boyfriend’s waist and tentatively pulled him so he was leaning against his own chest. “I’m just saying, let’s be prepared to compromise on some of our wants as long as we get our needs. And my need is you.” He felt the tension begin to ebb out of Draco’s frame with his words and his embrace. “I’d love to share a big, beautiful townhouse with you, and I want to prove I’m not going anywhere by paying my half of the mortgage. But I’d equally love to share a studio flat with you. I’d share a hideous bed-sit with you and not even mind about you calling it plebeian. I want all the things you want,” Harry smiled, mischievously, “especially the naughty al-fresco sex part; but if we can’t have them, I still want to move in with you.” He decided words were an inefficient method of communication and instead brought his lips up to meet Draco’s.
Draco broke the kiss; his cheeks flushed with the slight redness that always reminded Harry of sex and made his trousers tighten. “Okay. Let’s buy a home.”
Harry smiled and pushed him down on the sofa. “Let’s practise christening it.”
fin