"Do you want to move in with me? You practically live here anyways."
"Move into this house? No, Harry, I meant it when I said this place sucks. Remember? The first time I ever came here."
We were on my couch. Yes, we no longer sat on separate pieces of furniture. We were both on the red couch, huddled up next to each other, my head on his chest as he (still) read.
He dropped his head on top of mine and played with my hair. He has been begging me to let it down for almost three months - ever since we met - and today he managed to sneak up behind me and set it loose.
"Yes, I remember."
"I guess I'll stay here for the meantime. I can't stand my stupid house anyway. But we're going to find a better house whether you like or not."
"I'm fine with that as long as you do the searching."
"Alright, I'm fine with doing the searching as long as it is guaranteed that we're going to live together. Forever."
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FanfictionThe war has ended and Harry won. Voldemort was dead but so was everybody else. Except for Draco Malfoy, apparently. [ harry ｘ draco short ] [ ©︎ ｜unwrath 2018 ]
