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Sweatshirts

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this one is v short, but i hope u enjoy :)

- Draco likes to take Harry's sweatshirts - 

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Harry owned a fair amount of hoodies and/or sweatshirts. Having grown up in a pretentious pure blood wizard family, Draco did not. Once Draco had discovered the wonder that sweatshirts were, he loved them. They were comfortable, they made him feel safe. He had discovered them through Harry when they started dating. His favorite thing about hoodies was that all the ones he wore were Harry's. Harry had given Draco one of his once, and since then Draco couldn't get enough. He constantly took Harry's hoodies from him. Harry couldn't be too mad about it, he thought it was cute. This problem grew when they moved in together and Draco had full access to Harry's wardrobe. Now Harry really couldn't stop him. Harry had countless times offered to buy Draco his own hoodies, but he only wanted Harry's. Though Draco was taller, Harry was fairly more muscular than Draco, meaning that that Harry's sweatshirts were baggy on the other boy. He loved that Harry's sweatshirts smelled like him. Whenever he wore Harry's sweatshirts, he felt like he was hugging him. One of the best feelings in the world. Especially when Harry wasn't home and Draco was missing him, he could just put on one of his sweatshirts and feel better. 

One day when Harry was at work, Draco wanted the comfort of one of his hoodies. He strolled into their bedroom and looked for one tossed on the floor, but there were none. He frowned and searched the room, then the lounge and the kitchen. None. He went back into the bedroom and opened Harry's dresser drawer, finding all of the sweatshirts folded neatly. Draco pulled one out and breathed in the scent, shoulders slumping in disappointment. Harry had washed them all, so the comforting scent was gone. Draco slipped it on anyway, but it wasn't the same.

The next day Draco checked again for a used sweatshirt, but no luck. He huffed and grabbed a clean one, taking it into the lounge where Harry was sitting. Draco held it out to Harry's face wordlessly. Harry looked up from his book and quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes, your highness?" He teased.

"Wear. Now." Draco said, and Harry laughed.

"And this is urgent because...?" He asked. 

"You washed all of your hoodies! Now they all lost your scent." Draco explained, pushing the hoodie towards Harry further. Harry looked up at Draco in amusement, not moving to take the sweatshirt. Draco made a pouting face at the resistant boy. Harry sighed, taking the hoodie from Draco's hands and pulling it over his head. He looked back at Draco once he was bundled in the sweatshirt.

"Happy?" He asked with a smirk. Draco broke into a smile. Harry held his arms out, and Draco happily climbed onto the couch with him. He pressed his face into Harry's shoulder. Harry held Draco in his arms, tracing his fingers across his back. "So what exactly do I smell like?" He half joked.

"Just like that amortentia from sixth year." He replied. Harry laughed.

"You're so cheesy." The Gryffindor said, rolling his eyes fondly. He pressed a kiss to Draco's forehead and sighed. He loved Draco to the moon and back, even at the price of a few hoodies.

i have no idea why i switched between calling them hoodies and sweatshirts sm but oh well
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