Drarry One Shots

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"No! Harry! I am not wearing that to the shop!" Draco yelled after seeing what his husband had gotten him. Harry had obviously found some sort of 'customisable shirt' website, and had gotten Draco a shirt saying 'Potter' in a giant red heart.

"Please, Babe!? It's so cute!" Harry begged.

"No," Draco said quickly.

"Fine. I'll just go to the store alone. All alone...being lonely," Harry said, faking a sad tone.

"Harry! I'll still come with you, but I'm not wearing this...thing," Draco explained. 

"No, no..." Harry said grabbing the keys and walking out the door. Draco glanced after him, and heard the car start. Draco sprinted outside and jumped in the passenger seat. Harry laughed, pulling out of the driveway.

"You're lucky I love you," Draco said, crossing his arms angrily.

"Aww. Thank you, Draco. I wuv you," he replied in a weird voice.

"Yeah, I bet you do," Draco joked. "I love you too." 

After a long drive full of strange radio stations, they arrive at their destination. Draco crossed his arms across his chest again, trying to hide the embarrassing shirt. 

"Dragon? What's wrong?" Harry asked, trying not to laugh.

"Shut up...Potter," Draco snapped, and Harry laughed. As they walked to an aisle, a woman stared at their connected hands. Harry smiled politely. As they walked past, Draco heard the woman comment.

"Nasty creeps," she said loud enough for them to hear. Draco stopped in his tracks. Harry's eveybrows furrowed, and his grip on Draco's hand tightened. 

"Did you just call my husband a nasty creep?" Draco asked the woman. Harry let go of Draco's hand, and held his arm instead. She turned around.

"Yes, I did," she answered. Draco reached into his pocket, and Harry cursed loudly as his husband pulled out the wand. The woman looked confused, and even a little amused at the grown man weilding what looked to be a stick.

"Draco, no!" Harry exclaimed as the taller man opened his mouth to speak the spell. Harry yanked Draco's arm to the side, and threw a hand over his mouth. The woman walked away quickly, throwing them weird looks. Harry took Draco's wand, and pulled the taller man out of the store, their half-full cart still sitting in the middle of the aisle. 

When they got in the car, Harry was practically fuming. Draco looked at him through his peripheral vision, and part of him regretted what he had done. Maybe it had been a little over-the-top.

"Harry, I-"

"You what?" his husband yelled, looking out the window to make sure he could pull out of the parking lot. 

"I'm sorry, okay!?" Draco hated it when people were upset with him, especially Harry. 

"You're sorry!? We could've been arrested! You could've been arrested! What the hell would I have done then!? You need to think, Draco! My God," Harry ranted, gesturing angrily with once hand.

"I was just angry!"

"That doesn't mean you should hex somebody!" Harry screamed. Draco closed his mouth, and turned to look out the window. Harry sighed loudly.

"Listen, I appreciate the fact that you wanna defend me, but that's not a good way to do it," he said, his voice back to normal volume.

"Okay," Draco said softly. It was silent until they got home. Draco quickly went to open the door, and Harry gently took his hand.

"I'm sorry for yelling," he said softly. 

"Its okay. I understand," Draco said.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Scarhead."