Drarry One Shots

Ikea

"Dray!" Harry shouted from outside the house, hitting the door with a loud noise, startling the blond inside the house. "Open the door! My arms are full!" Harry shouted, and Draco rolled his eyes and hastened to open the door.

"What in hell is that?" Draco asked wearily, looking at the big box his fiance held in his hands. Honestly, for being the most powerful wizard alive, Harry seems to forget magic is a thing he can do, Draco mused, eyes flickering between Harry and the package with some sort of sticker on it, the background blue and the words yellow.

"It's a mantle for the tv!" Harry said, puffing out his chest in a way that showed he thought he should get praise.

"Why don't we magic it up there?" Draco asked with a smirk, making Harry falter and pout.

"Because we shouldn't always rely on magic. And I already went and bought it. The store was a nightmare!" Harry said, shuddering.

Draco hummed, eyes narrow as he surveyed the box.

"Ikea, is it? Sounds like a dreadful place. At least that other Muggle place you got the tv at, Best Bought or something, had little gadgets I could play with." Draco murmured, making Harry smile.

"Well lets put this thing together!" Harry urged, and Draco's eyes flickered from the box to his fiance.

"Why can't we magic it together?" Draco asked haughtily.

Harry sighed, pouting. "Because you need to learn some Muggle skills and we need bonding time." Harry concluded, looking at Draco in such away that stopped Draco from making another remark

Draco rolled his eyes and raised his wand to slash the box open. Harry glared at him for that, and Draco smiled back cheekily.

Really, putting together a Muggle contraption, with a piece of paper telling him how to do it, shouldn't be too terribly hard.

Draco was horribly wrong, and a half hour later both he and Harry were very annoyed.

"Draco, passed the screws, the tiny silver ones," Harry said absentmindedly, and Draco looked around for them from his spot on the carpeted floor. He was just glad it was almost done.

Spotting the labeled plastic bag they had come in, Draco picked it up, but the remaining screws that had been inside, two or three, fell through the small hole and landed on the carpet.

Draco felt his stomach drop, panic rising in his throat.

"Harry, I dropped them." He spoke in a deathly whisper. Harry halted, slowly turned around, horror written all over his face.

"Shite." He cursed, face red. "This was a stupid idea," He murmured, sighing in defeat.

Draco started feeling around for the tiny screws on the floor, patting and running his fingers through the plush.

"Draco." Draco hummed in acknowledgement, but didn't stop his task, leaning close to the floor, eyes narrowed as he tried to spot them.

"Draco."

"What?" Draco threw over his shoulder, still patting the carpet.

"You're a wizard, Draco."

Oh. Yes. Yes he was a wizard. Draco sat up, looking haughtily at Harry and the ground before pulling out his wand and Accio'ing the damned things.

Harry shook his head with an amused smile playing his lips as Draco handed over the screws.

"Pass me the paper, Dray." Harry said, holding out a hand. Draco did as asked.

Harry sat back on his legs, eyes narrowed in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't understand it," Harry murmured, turning the paper different ways. Draco huffed.

"What do you mean?"

"Look at it! I don't understand the picture." Harry said, handing the paper to his fiance.

Draco frowned at the parchment. The picture seemed to be nothing more than a bunch of scribbles.

Harry looked at the paper again. He took it quickly, before shrugging and making his best guess. Draco wondered if he should protest, they were trusting this thing to hold the massive tv they had gotten recently, but he was rather tired from the Muggle-Project-Bonding-Time.

Five minutes later, Harry broke the silence. "Pass me the wooden post thingies." He said, looking back at Draco.

Draco looked around, spotting the package. "They're all gone, Harry." He said, making Harry turn and frown.

"What do you mean? I need four of those tossers, and this piece of wood here and we're done. They can't be gone." Harry reasoned.

Draco shrugged while looking at the plastic baggies littering the floor. "Maybe they fell out," He said, before Accio'ing them. Or attempting to. None flew into his awaiting palm. He frowned, and turned to Harry to had his head in his hands, posture screaming defeat as he stood.

"I'm done with this. For fucks sake, I shouldn't have even gone to the sodding store," Harry swore under his breath, and Draco hastened to follow his fiance.

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Bit shorter, but fluffy. It's been almost a week since I updated so I figured I should, as I wont have a chance to do any writing for the next few days.