Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•I've Got It!•

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"Just let me get it for you, love," said Draco standing back with his arms crossed as Harry stood teetering on the edge of a step ladder in their kitchen.

"Why so you can hold it over my head the next time we visit my parents?" Harry looked back angrily and tried harder to reach the shelf. He toppled off the chair moments later and sat in a heap on the floor while mocking Draco. "Yes, Lily, thank you. I helped Harry pick that outfit. I had to grab the tie for him as well, we have hellishly high shelves. I must have been out of my mind when I let you mark for the cabinets. I can't reach half the stuff in my own bloody house!"

"It's called compromise, Hare."

"It's called bullshit," said Harry perching himself back onto the step ladder, but attempting more of a climbing maneuver than a reaching one.

"Harry just let me get it for you." The blonde stood beside him and reached his hand up practically grabbing the bowl Harry needed to continue making dinner before he was elbowed sharply in the stomach.

"I told you I can get it. Just bugger off."

"You know I bruise easily, you great ape!" yelped Draco backing away and unbuttoning his shirt to rub at the glaring red spot.

"I didn't even hit you that hard, stop being so dramat-" before he could finish he had grabbed the bowl and toppled from the step knocking over a series of other containers. "-ic."

"Oh, but I'm dramatic?" Draco rolled his eyes and stormed off. "Git!" he yelled back as he walked into their bedroom slamming the door.

"I love you too!" Harry grinned from the floor then pushed himself up and washed his hands to continue cooking. He could pick the rest of the things up later, he was sure of it. Putting them away was a different matter altogether, though. The thought of putting things away gave him a headache as he looked around at all the boxes they had left to unpack but continued cooking anyway. As of now they had only unpacked the necessities, saving the rest for when they had another free moment or at least someone to help them.

Harry decided it was about time he stopped being so stubborn when he fell for what could have been the fifth or sixth time while reaching for seasonings in another cabinet.

Draco came in the room again to grab a box from behind the counter full of books and left again without giving Harry any glances. He didn't return until later to get a glass of water with his reading glasses perched on the edge of his nose. When he came in Harry was sitting on the floor angrily pouting. The blonde looked at him a guffawed.

"Discovered where you belong, have you?"

"Can you just get the bloody spices for me, ya prick," Harry said still angry. Draco smiled at the man in front of him then reached for the barley that Harry had motioned to, before handing it to him and kissing his temple lovingly.

"As for my prick, you can have it later." He chuckled again at Harry's anger ridden pout before kissing him on the lips and leaving the room to give Harry time to finish cooking.

Harry was found teetering on the step once again the next morning reaching for a bowl to make pancakes. Draco came in and without preamble reached for the bowl and placed it on the counter in front of Harry before kissing him on the forehead, grabbing a box for their room and walking out.

"It is okay to ask for help, you know."

The emerald-eyed man blushed but gave a small pout the next few times Draco got something down for him, but he didn't complain again. Well not until they were in public.

Harry insisted they needed more groceries, so here they were in the middle of an aisle of things Draco was sure they had enough of. Before he could argue though, Harry had filled the cart with foods and snacks and drinks. He looked away from a couple of children begging their mother for sweets to find Harry attempting to climb the shelves.

"What the hell, Potter!? Get down!"

"No, I need the balsamic vinegar!"

"I don't see any balsamic," reasoned Draco. "We can try somewhere else. Just get down!"

"There's one bottle left, it's just all the way to the back of the top shelf."

"Okay, let me get it and you just get down."

"No! I can get it, Draco. I've almost got my hands on it." Draco looked in the direction of where Harry was reaching and rolled his eyes.

"You're way off, Potter. Just let me get it, before you hurt yourself." Harry gott off the shelf and stood next to the cart with his arms crossed while Draco walked up to the shelves and reached as far as he could until he finally had the bottle in his hand.He looked at the label to make sure it was balsamic vinegar.

When Harry had agreed it was the right ingredient he placed it in the cart then stood behind dark haired man and wrapped his arms around him. He leaned in close before kissing his temple causing Harry to blush and smile foolishly.

"I think you like when I do things for you," said Draco quietly in Harry's ear.

"No," he responded feigning innocence. "Of course not."

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