Drarry One-Shots 2

overwhelmingly homey

prompt 230. "Is it that time of the month?"

"Becoming a Healer was the worst decision of my life," Draco groaned as he draped himself over Harry's back in the kitchen. He just came home from work and having to support his own weight for even a minute more sounded impossible.

"Is it that time of the month?" Harry asked, turning with a spoon filled with nearly done risotto. Draco ate it without thought and hummed both in response to Harry's question and the taste.

"It always sneaks up on me," Draco murmured, and it was true. Now, most people think that disasters in response to acquiring a new hobby as a New Year's resolution happened once a year. This was, unfortunately, incorrect. There were quite a few people out there who liked to renew their resolutions each month or try their hand at something they'd failed at again. And again. And again.

It was Draco, and the rest of the ER at St. Mungo's who had to deal with them.

"I think the rice is almost done," Harry said through a bite of said rice. He set down the spoon he'd been using for stirring and then turned around to catch his boyfriend in a hug. "Hey, you."

"Hi," Draco croaked and then made a vague motion with his head which Harry interpreted correctly a gave him a kiss. "Can we eat in bed?"

"Sure," Harry agreed easily. "Wine?"

"Merlin, yes," Draco nodded and then pushed himself off to go find a bottle and some glasses.

"I'll get the food," Harry said just to confirm an already comfortable routine.

They met up in the bedroom, and Harry absentmindedly flicked on Wireless for some background music. They sat next to each other, their legs pressed together, and Draco poured the wine into glasses while Harry made them float so they wouldn't spill.

"Tell me how you like it," Harry said, taking his bowl of rice. "I tried something new."

Draco looked at him curiously and then took a bigger bite than he had back in the kitchen. He chewed for a bit, trying to figure out the peculiar flavour before frowning. "Peanut butter?"

"Yes. Do you like it?" Harry did enjoy the flavour and was planning to experiment with it in the future. It would be a shame if Draco wasn't fond of it.

"Yeah, it's kinda nice," Draco nodded and took another bite. "It pairs nicely with the chilli."

"That it does."

There wasn't much chatter after that, but they did talk about the food, the wine Draco chose, the song playing on the Wireless. Occasionally, Draco would tell a story of some stupid thing someone did while messing around with magic, and they would laugh. It was pleasant, calm, and overwhelmingly homey.

A perfect contrast to that time of the month at the ER.