what the title say, good draco
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It was the autumn season.
Bright orange leaves were everywhere around them, scattered on the ground and some still on the trees, creating a beautiful scenery as if the Weasleys had covered the entire place with their hair– No offence to them.
Two figures were walking towards the lake hand in hand, talking and teasing each other, looking very much in love to whoever caught a glance at them. The war was over and everything was starting to return to normal– Well, as normal as it can be for everyone.
Silence embraced them for a while before Harry squeezed his hand gently. "Do you remember our first year when you hold out your hand towards me to offer your friendship?" he asked softly. Thinking back about it, Draco hummed, voice just as soft. "Yes, I remember it. I don't think I could quite forget about it, to be honest. Why are you asking though?"
The wind blew gently, ruffling their hair messily. Some of the leaves fell on the ground. A few children collected the leaves, piling them up before jumping into them, laughing brightly. His grey eyes gazed onto his boyfriend curiously.
"The truth is," Harry started. "I was actually afraid that if I held your hand that day..." Instantaneously, they looked at their intertwined hands. "... I wouldn't be able to let go."
Draco stared at Harry with wide eyes before the colour started crawling up his neck and ears. Squeaking, the blond found himself pinned against a bark, being roughly snogged by one Harry Potter. "You were so cute and I couldn't help it. Now you've grown to become so attractive and I'm so lucky because I get to have the highly voted most beautiful boy in Hogwarts. Shagging you is never a bore, baby."
He couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You really went from gentle to kinky in seconds but I love that about you," he whispered and pulled Harry into a hard kiss once again.
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They were at lunch, eating at the Gryffindor table with all their friends when it happened.
Harry was eating some grapes when quite a cute looking brunette boy passed by, waving at him. Thinking nothing of it, he decided to be kind and smiled as he waved back, making the boy burst into giggles after being nudged by his friends.
It was then when he noticed the silence and he turned to look at his friends, who looked back at him expectantly. Confused, he then turned to look at Draco, who alarmingly had tears in his eyes. "Love, what–" he started but before he could even finish his question, Draco wailed.
"Are you cheating on me?!"
"What the f–" Harry blinked dumbfounded. I-I don't understand a thing, he thought. "I just waved at him because he waved at me."
"Please don't leave me, baby," Draco pouted sadly and Harry wrapped an arm around him. The blond leaned against him, still pouting. "Of course, I won't leave you. Why would I want to do that? Baby, I love you, remember?"
"I'm glad then. I love you too, baby," Draco beamed and pecked his cheek sweetly. "I was ready to Crucio the boy if he takes you away from me. No one gets to take you away."
Instead of feeling disturbed, Harry just rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm protectively around Draco's waist. "I'm all yours, baby. Only yours."
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"You're just beautiful, I swear. The most beautiful angelic masterpiece God had ever created!" Harry stared at him with a sigh. They were both in the Eighth Year Common Room when the black-haired male suddenly started spouting poetics about Draco and how good he looks. "Your face is bloody adorable and it's brilliant. I bet your cute arse that everything of you is adorable. Merlin, I am so lucky to have– Hold on. Are you blushing?"
