𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 | 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 -𝘚𝘪𝘹 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

Day one

Draco woke Harry up at 5 am. He sat there for a while watching the ravenette sleep, he loved the little snores that escaped the small male's mouth. He reached to brush the hair off his former lover's forehead but quickly retreated his hand.

Harry would slap the shit out of me if I did that - he thought sadly.

He gently shook the unconscious body awake. "Get up, Harry," he ordered.

Harry stirred a little but didn't wake up. Time to have some fun - Draco thought devilishly.

He carefully picked Harry up and carried him out of the room. He walked down multiple stairs until he reached his backyard. He placed Harry into the shallow end of his pool.

Harry woke up instantly. Draco watched with amusement as Harry began to panic and splash around in the water. Harry soon came to his senses and screamed,

"Malfoy!"

Draco cackled endlessly. "Save the screaming for the bedroom! And are you that blind, turn around!" He retorted once his laughter dialed down.

Harry turned around furiously seeing a tall blurry figure. "I will fucking kill you!"

Draco laughed even harder. "How? You can't reach any valuable organs," he retorted.

Harry rolled his eyes and hopped out of the pool with a bit of trouble. He walked over to Draco and popped him on the head harshly. Draco rubbed his head fighting a fond smile.

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The rest of the day was filled with Draco insulting Harry's fighting skills, Harry being pinned to the floor, Draco being shirtless, Harry's mouth-watering, and arguments.

Draco went to bed smiling, and Harry went to bed with a sore back.

Day Two

"Your punches need to be harder," Draco said for the hundredth time. Harry rolled his eyes.

Like I don't know that - he thought sarcastically.

"How about I punch you?" Draco suggested. "Just to show you how." Harry scoffed.

"You expect me to believe that you'll punch me? I bet you can't even-" he was cut off by Draco's fist colliding with his shoulder. "You bitch!"

Draco stared at him blankly. "Harry please, that was the weakest punch I've ever thrown in my life, and I've been punching people since I was one."

Harry gathered up his fake tears. "Well it hurt," he whimpered as fake tears began to fall. He nearly smirked as Draco's face turned from amusement to concern.

"Crap, I'm so sorry Harry," he apologized and hesitantly hugged the small male. Harry disgustedly returned the hug and kneed Draco in the crotch.

Draco fell to the floor in pain. Harry jumped on him with the biggest smile straddling the blond's stomach. He grabbed Draco's wrist and pinned them to the floor stopping Draco from being able to retaliate, or so he thought.

Draco somehow flipped them over so that Harry was pinned to the floor. Harry instantly became flustered and Draco loved it. He loved messy Harry's raven-colored locks were. He loved the sweat that was dripping from the small man's forehead. He loved how Harry became a flustered mess under him. He loved everything about this situation.

"Interesting show you put on," he smirked. Harry just blushed more.

"Are we f-finished for today?" He asked cursing himself for the stutter.