Capax Infiniti [Drarry]✔

.: forelsket :.

forelsket - the euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love

It was Wednesday and that Wednesday was, just as any other insignificant day of the week, not particularly sunny. Rather the opposite really - it was raining cats and dogs making it a perfect afternoon for a good, old, obsessive binge-watch. The curtains in the living room where closed shut, all the popcorn in the flat were poped, two bottles of 2-litre coke were set and ready on the floor next to the couch and all Harry had to do was press play, relax and enjoy the show. He did hope Draco would just leave and not spoil him anything but also a small part of him wanted Draco to join him on the couch.

Both of his wishes were granted in one way or another when Draco walked out of his room around three, Harry's eyes following him carefully and. Draco skipped lunch and there was a small pinch of concern settled in Harry's gut but the blond was on his way to the fridge so perhaps he did know how to take proper care of himself without Harry's help, after all. Although, it did sound a bit hypocritical - Harry scolding Malfoy for not eating anything since his early breakfast - since he was about to binge Doctor Who for about ten hours.

"Are there any tomatoes left?", Draco called, his head stuck inside the blue-glowing refrigerator.

"There should be some at the top shelf, yeah." Harry opened the first bottle of coke, enjoying the soft sizzling sound the bubbles made and paid little attention to whatever Draco was attempting to do. It turned out blond was going to ruin his small comfortable heaven by sitting right next to him. Draco Malfoy never struck Harry as a type of a person who would put his feet on the coffee table and yet, he did just that. Harry snickered when noticing his mismatched socks - one was green and the other orange, both awfully neon and ridiculous. 

"Oh, shut up," Draco muttered with his mouth half-full of the chicken sandwich he managed to prepare for himself. "I haven't slept for 34 hours and I don't plan to leave the flat anytime soon. Fuck matching socks."

Harry shrugged and took a sip of coke. "Agreed. What were you doing last night if not sleeping?"

"I had this girl sneak in through the window and we had quite some fun," Draco answered, his tone completely serious. Harry blinked at him, his eyebrows slightly raised. "I'm joking, you idiot. I was reading."

"Oh," Harry nodded, at a loss of words.

"Did you really believe that for a second? I'm a librarian, Harry! Who in their right mind would fuck a librarian?!" Draco laughed and almost choked on his sandwich before putting it down on the table. He held out his hand and Harry was stunned when he actually took the coke bottle Harry handed to him. After a gulp or two, Malfoy returned the soda and moved his shoulders a bit to the left finding a comfortable spot on the couch.

Harry watched in shock and confusion, his mind not quite comprehending the possibility of Malfoy looking so... comfortable? Casual? Domestic? I mean, his socks weren't matching, his hair was a complete mess of small curls, his feet were on the table, he was wearing sweatpants with a hole in them and his t-shirt was anything but professional and expensive-looking. Malfoy looked completely at ease and Harry didn't know how to feel about it.

Perhaps, he should enjoy the moment and be happy about the fact that Draco trusts him enough to be comfortable like that, but then again, Harry had no idea how Draco treated his other friends and people he knew; did he wear mismatched socks in front of Blaise or Robert as well? Harry supposed he did - Draco did live in the same room as Robert for seven years after all... maybe things like these casual acts of comfortability came as a bonus for living with someone? Maybe...

Harry decided not to dwell on it too much because he knew he would end up analysing every relationship he's ever had - platonic and otherwise - in hopes to understand if this sudden change in Draco's behaviour meant he liked him more than before. He put the bowl of popcorn in between then and shifted his attention back to the screen, pretending not to notice Draco's huffs of annoyance and snorts and soft sounds of excitement as the plot unravelled.