Harry Potter Short Stories

For the Love of Celine Dion (Drarry)

"Harry! How can you not know this song!" Draco exclaimed, arms flailing all over the place.

"I just don't, babe, sorry eesh."

"For the love of Celine Dion and all that is holy! This is an amazing song, Harry. It is a true work of musical art. This song was in our wedding!"

Harry just laughs at his husband fondly because of course he remembers the song. Draco had played it non stop for the better part of their engagement. It was a sweet song, a good song, he would give Draco that. But he would also give himself the joy of seeing annoyed Draco come out. Since he and Draco had stemmed from constantly arguing school-boy rivals, and somehow fallen in love and gotten married, it was fun to bicker every now and then over stupid stuff. It just showed how far they'd come.

"Babe, it may be the best song ever," Harry just laughed harder, "I'm serious, Potter!"

"Calm down,Dray. Or is that beyond your capabilities?" the brunette asked between laughs. Draco just huffed and dramatically stormed out of the kitchen.

The song of the hour was To Love You More by Draco's (self-proclaimed) queen, Celine Dion (who Draco also said he might consider going straight for). It had indeed played at their wedding, they had danced to it multiple times. And in Harry's opinion, his husband was a fool if he though he wouldn't remember something like that. Because Harry was a closet sap, and he just over did it sometimes with the affection and gooey cuteness with Draco. But then again Draco was also a closet worry-wart, he fussed and worried and berated himself like nobody's business. So Harry could forgive the blond for worrying that Harry had actually forgotten the song.

Speaking of his husband, Harry grew curious as to where the boy had stormed off to. Their flat was small, he couldn't have gone far. However, Harry decided to let Draco to his own devices for a few minutes longer, as he finished his morning coffee.

In their master bedroom sat a little ball of angst named Draco Lucius Abraxius Malfoy-Potter (who resented to use if the word little because he would be glad to inform everyone that he was indeed three inches taller than his husband). He sat on the edge of their, granted, extremely comfortable bed picking at the hem of his dress-shirt, a habit he hadn't quite been able to break from the war time. Draco knew that Harry remembered To Love You More. He knew that the brunette was just trying to get a ride out of him.

"You want a rise: A rise you'll get, Harry James," Draco whispered to himself, standing up and walking over to their closet.

He shuffled though all of their clothes until he found what it was he was looking for. Harry's jumper. It was quite the horrendous jumper in his humble opinion, but Harry loved that jumper. It was one of the many given to Harry by Molly Weasley, it was a splotchy maroon shade with slight golden undertones in the thread and the the H emblazoned on the chest was a dark green. It was really ugly. But for whatever reason Harry loved it and more than that it drove him crazy on Draco.

So he unbuttoned his shirt and added it to the pile to be washed. He slipped the jumper over his head, and okay it was very comfortable and cozy, but Draco still despised it. Yet here he was, in the middle of summer no matter, wearing it just to get revenge.

Even though he was taller than his husband the atrocious monstrosity still managed it envelope him fully well. The sleeves were about an inch and a half too long and the shirt as a whole was way to big for Draco's lean frame. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure how the jumper even fit Harry like it did.

But anyway, Draco wanted revenge and he knew how to get it. See, this jumper didn't just drive Harry crazy on Draco, it drove him mad, because apparently the bagginess of it on Draco did things for his frame and 'showed off his fabulous legs' (and yes Harry had actually called them fabulous). So to make this even better, he pulled off his trousers. He was left in only the oversized jumper and some Slytherin green boxers that cupped his arse splendidly.

Satisfied with his revenge technique, Draco strutted downstairs.

As he entered the living room, he saw the back of Harry's broad stature leaning over their record player and was greeted with soft music. Music he most definitely recognized. It was the song! And oh boy it was too late now. Draco sashayed across the room just as Harry turned around.

Harry couldn't believe his eyes. His husband was wearing the stupid sweater. No pants. He couldn't decided if he wanted to kiss Draco or slap him silly. He settled on neither.

"For the love of Celine Dion, Draco what are you doing, its AUGUST," Harry said emphasizing the part where he quoted Draco.

And okay Draco had to admit that was a pretty good response. But he refused to give in and laugh. So he played along instead.

"I'm just going to make some more tea is all," Draco smiled and bat his brilliant grey eyes innocently.

"No you bloody well will not," Harry stated, eyes blazing.

"And why, bloody Merlin, not?" Draco retorted, stepping impossibly closer to the love of his life.

"Because," Harry said through gritted teeth, throwing his husband on the couch, "we are going to sit here and you are going to tell me about your undying love for Celine Dion"

Harry smirked.

Draco smiled.

"Draco, babe, it should be illegal for you to not be smiling." Because honestly, Harry thinks he got so lucky because Draco is the most adorable little thing ever.

Draco just laughed harder at his husbands sappiness and leaned against him. He reached up and ran a hand through Harry's soft beard, thoughtfully.

"And it shots be illegal for you to pretend like you don't actually love Celine Dion as much as I do and remember our bloody wedding song!" Draco laughed, now looking straight into the other man's beautiful green eyes.

It was now Harry's turn to laugh heartily and blush like a madman. Because for the love of Celine Dion did he love his husband. He pecked Draco's lips softly and they settled into the couch to watch some telly, after turning the record player off first, Merlin they're not THAT stupid.