~Drarry one shots~

~Clothes~

"I can't believe we have to do our own laundry now. What happened to the lovely elves who did it so amazingly?" Harry groaned as he stared at his overflowing laundry basket.
"First of all, the elves are not your slaves Harry so they dont have to do your laundry. Secondly, as we dont wear robes anymore, it would be too much on them to do all of it. Third of all, no ones gonna do it for you once you leave so its good life skills." She scolded. 
"Yes, mum." He replied, making her stick her middle finger up at him. What happened to the sweet and innocent girl he met in year 1? 

After a thousand steps, Harry finally made it down to the laundry room. He knew how to do laundry, due to his lovely life before Hogwarts, but he hated it with a pure passion. Even the sight of these machines made him angry. And of course, Hogwarts first venture into Muggle machinery had to be these stupid things and not Tv's or laptops! But as he walked in, he realised he wasn't alone. Draco Malfoy stood at one of the dryers, folding away clothes.
"Hey, Harry." He said, looking up as Harry walked in.
"Hey." He replied as he stared at the deadly machines. 
"I think I've got it pretty worked out. You put your clothes, either whites or colours, in there, then you put your detergent thingy in with it and then fabric softener in here." Draco explained, making Harry laughed.
"Im perfectly aware how these demonic machines work." 
"Did one mess up a silk shirt or something, cause that happened to me? Rest in peace shirt!" He said dramatically while doing the sign of the cross and kissing up to heaven.
"Nah they just remind me of stuff." Harry sighed as he began to separate the mountain of clothes. Draco peered back at his nearly done pile. 
"Here let me help," He said as he picked up a shirt. "But if I come across any underwear, they're being thrown in your face." 
"Its laundry, there's gonna be pants." However, Draco was distracted by something else. In his hands, he held a very crinkled black shirt, adorned with pink roses and foliage. A thousand different outfits flew through his mind and he instantly fell in love with this shirt. 
"Oh, my merlins beard, where did you buy this?" He gasped.
"Have it, it's yours!" Harry laughed, never seeing anyone so shocked over a shirt in his life.
"Oh no, I could never." Draco gasped, trying to shove it back into Harry's hands.
"No its fine, keep it. I thought it would look cool, but I guess I gained weight since I had ordered it and it was a bit too tight and not so cool." Harry replied. "Look, I'll even wash it for you and give it to you later all clean and crease free." Draco blushed. He'd never had anyone give him one of their belongings, something so intimate and personal. He had to give Harry something back. His eyes glossed over Harry's body, he had definitely gotten musclier since the war so none of his shirts would fit but then it dawned on him what would look perfect. 
"Wait here." He said before running over to his pile of clothes. He knocked it over and scrambled about to locate this one jumper.

The jumper was incredibly soft, incredibly oversized and a deep tan jumper. 
"This is not Draco Malfoy attire," Harry said as he felt the soft material.
"Sometimes you get desperate in the winter." He shrugged. 
"We'll look like polar opposites. You in a summery floral shirt and me in this soft, snuggly jumper." Harry laughed as he held up the soft material to his face. It smelt comforting and musky, exactly how he'd think Draco would smell. 
"When do we not. Now we've officially done a clothes swap. It was nice doing business with you Potter." Draco said, holding his hand out for Harry to shake. Harry laughed and shook his hand. 

*Ooh a fashion time skip, being powered by Kendall Jenner walking down the runway oooh go her!*

Harry walked into the bedroom and walked right over to Draco's bed. 
"Ah, the jumper suits you." He said as he felt the soft material. "I wish they made this in black or grey." 
"Why thank you!" Harry said as he modelled the jumper. "Here's your new shirt, fresh from the iron." Draco gasped and looked at the beloved jumper. 
"Ah, it's even better de-wrinkled!" He said as he threw off his t-shirt and put the shirt on. Harry had to look away to stop himself from gaping at Draco's slender body. Once he had done messing about with the button, he turned and faced Harry. Oh my god, he'd given his shirt to a model!
"That looks incredible on you, oh my god!" Harry revelled at Draco's beauty. "Like seriously, this is how I thought I would look in it, but it was so tight I couldn't stand. I looked like the hunchback of Notre Dame!" Draco gave him a quizzing look.
"I've never heard of that medical case."
"Nevermind." Harry laughed.