Harry Potter Imagines ⚠️Includes Smut⚠️

Draco Blurb #1

Requested on Tumblr- hi! can you do a post war!draco malfoy x reader blurb and make it really fluffy. maybe something about doing simple things like putting dishes away together, or something similar to that? i really love your writing and it never fails to put a smile on my face🥺

A/n- Omg 🥺 that is so sweet! I'm glad I can make your day the tiniest bit brighter with my writing, that means a lot! Thank you for requesting!

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Draco never liked silence after the war, it always reminded him of the silent nights before the war when he was granted the Dark Mark and went up to the astronomy tower, desperately trying to get it off of his arm.

You knew of this too, one night while you two were cuddling on the couch it was a little too silent for Draco's liking and so he expressed his concerns about silence, and now you've made it your job to always make the silence... less silent.

"Love can you help me wash the dishes?" you asked Draco, he was sitting at the dinner table reading the Daily Prophet. It was a quiet morning. Comfortable silence, but very quiet.

"Yeah," he answered quickly and set the newspaper down before walking over to you.

He grabbed a rag and stood next to you, "I'll dry them, I don't want my hands getting all pruney.". "Alright," you agreed and grabbed another cup, beginning to wash it.

A few dishes later, you set a plate down on the counter for Draco to dry and you were surprised when you heard a clinking sound. You looked over to see a big pile of wet dishes and a love-struck Draco staring at you.

"Draco, you were supposed to be drying the dishes! I asked for your help, not for you to stare-" you were cut off by Draco's lips on yours.

"I love you," he sighed after you both pulled away. "I love you too, but I'm not loving the fact that you're not helping me, your fiance," you told him. "Soon-to-be wife though," he quipped. "Even more of a reason for you to help me," you told him and went back to washing the dishes.

He rolled his eyes playfully, a chuckle escaping his lips, and he went back to actually drying the dishes. It went silent and you could tell Draco was getting quite uncomfortable by the way his shoulders were tensing, they were almost touching the lobes of his ears.

"So, how was work yesterday?" you asked quickly, setting another dish down. Draco smiled slightly, his shoulders relaxing, "It was good, same ol' same ol', you know? How was work for you darling? Haven't heard you speak about it in a while.".

"It's been a little rough, my boss has been on my ass about getting this paperwork done," you chuckled, "but, no matter. It's almost done, I don't know why he's freaking out so much.".

You and Draco kept normal conversation all the way through finishing washing the dishes and even through putting them away.

"I-I'm just saying," you giggled in the middle of a very interesting conversation and wiped a tear away from laughing so hard.

"Love, I- no!" Draco laughed and finished putting away the last plate, "Chocolate frogs AND butterbeer?". "Yes! They taste delicious together!" you argued while laughing.

"Oh my god," Draco laughed and leaned onto the counter for support, "You are weird.". "Yes. And that's why you proposed to me," you said and held up your left hand, showing off the ring he proposed to you with 3 months ago, "because I make your life a little less silent and whole lot more fucking fun.".

"That's for sure," Draco said and grabbed you by your waist, pulling you close to him, " and I must be the luckiest god damn man alive.".