Draco Malfoy x Reader [Ones-shots, Imagines and More]

Your shirt or mine?

You woke up with a small stir. Yawning, you looked over at your boyfriend and smiled. You had fallen asleep watching Muggle movies. You got up and looked at Draco. Smiling you gave a 'hum' of content and walked into the kitchen. You began flipping pancakes and setting them on the table. It was a few years after the war and the wounds from the battle were starting to heal. 

Even though Draco had been a 'traitor' everyone forgave him. Even if it took some hesitation. Seeing it was more his parents force and influence than his own. He and the golden trio were on better terms than ever. You, had confessed your love for the Slytherin prince during the war. Bellatrix herself had cursed you with crucio and you were sure you were going to die. As soon as it happened said boy had come to your aid; You spilled the truth in between blood curdling screams. Romantic amirite? 

When the curse was lifted and the war was over, you started a life together. Slow and steady. You lived in the apartments two blocks down from his apartment, so the commute was easy. You looked back to see him starting to stir. "Morning sleeping beauty." You smiled at him as he grunted and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck. "My shirt looks good on you." He mumbled against your neck, pulling at the hem of one of his t-shirts. "My shirt." You mumbled, flipping another pancake. He scoffed. "My shirt." You shook your head. "Mine."

"I bought it"

"Buy another."

"I liked that shirt a lot."

"Well now it's mine."

"I don't agree with that."

"You just said it looks good on me."

"It looks better on me."

"Draco it's just a shirt."

"My shirt."

"I look great in it."

"You would look great without it on. Or anything for that matter."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Yes."

Let's just say neither of you wore anything the rest of the day.