Drarry One-Shots 2

Carry me slowly, my sunlight

prompt 83. "Put me down! I can walk!"

They giggled quietly as they tried to walk down the hallway to their honeymoon suite and kiss at the same time. Eventually, after what felt like hours, they were standing in front of the doors of the room and Harry fished out the charmed token they'd been given at the reception.

"Ready?" he asked with a glance at his husband. Draco was flushed and bright eyes and smiling so wide it must have hurt when he nodded.

"Just open it already," Draco said impatiently. "I can't wait to get you out of these robes."

Harry pressed the token to the designated runic array next to the doorknob, moving to open the door before stopping.

"What is it?" Draco asked, his smile dropping suddenly. Before he could blink, however, he was hoisted up in Harry's arms, his legs over one arm, back against the other.

"Put me down!" he yelled, though a shocked laugh. "I can walk!"

Harry laughed, too, as he pushed their way into the room backwards. It wasn't that Draco was heavy – he could lift him easily – but he was long, and it took some skill to balance the whole thing out (a skill that Harry barely had).

"Watch your head," he said, and Draco buried his head into his shoulder, his hands coming up to twine around Harry's neck. He seemed to have accepted that he was being carried against his will.

Once inside, Harry kicked the door closed with his foot and then skipped over to the bed onto which he dropped Draco, rather unceremoniously. Draco grunted as he fell, but soon he was overtaken by a burst of chuckles into which Harry followed him.

Draco hooked one of his legs against Harry's and pulled him to fall down on the bed too. They started laughing again, and it was only after they stopped and caught their breath that Draco slapped Harry's shoulder and asked, "What in Merlin's name was that?!"

"It's a muggle tradition," Harry explained. "The groom carries the bride across the threshold. I don't really know why."

"So I'm the bride, huh?" Draco crossed his arms over his chest in mock-offence.

"No, you're my groom. My husband," Harry shook his head. "Do you want to carry me over the threshold, so we're even?"

"No, it seems like a waste of time now," Draco decided and then rolled over, so he was lying on top of Harry. Harry put one of his legs over Draco's waist and wrapped his arms around his shoulders so they wouldn't roll over. "I'd like it much better if my husband stopped with his muggle nonsense, kissed me and finally got his robes off."

"That an order?" Harry asked with a smirk, his lips brushing Draco's as he spoke.

"Yes," Draco said, but it seemed he found Harry's actions too slow for his liking as he leaned in himself and caught Harry's lips in a bruising kiss.

"Can I just – mhm – magic my robes a-away?" Harry asked as Draco moved to kiss his throat.

"Yes. Just do it already..."

And so, Harry did.