Harry Potter Oneshots

forty three-draco/harry

Draco paced in the kitchen. He had written up a six step plan -- he couldn't do anything without making a list -- and looked it over.

Step One: Breakfast in bed.

ship: draco/harry

prompt: @TwentyOnePintrees requested a part 2 of chapter forty one. (I love your username, btw)

category(?): so frickin fluffy!

warning/tags: romantic af, fluffy, romance, sweet draco, smart af hermione, hopeless romantic harry

notes: i made my heart melt, writing this. it's so cute!

also, i encourage you to look up the victorian flower language. it's so interesting

words: 1246

It sounded so much simpler than it was. What did he make? Granger had said Harry was a "hopeless romantic" but that didn't tell him what he should cook for breakfast! Toast and jam wasn't enough, but a platter of several choices would be too much for Harry -- he didn't like too much.

He decided on a bowl of fresh fruit, orange juice, and a stack of blueberry pancakes. He had to like that, right?

Draco knocked on the door of their room lightly at exactly 7:45. "Harry, I've got breakfast."

Harry was likely already awake, just not out of bed. He tended to wait until at least nine o'clock.

The door wasn't locked, which surprised Draco. After their biggest fights the door would be locked, and Draco would sleep on the couch.

"What's all this?" Harry asked, not even dressed.

Draco shrugged, balancing the tray of everything on a chair. "I just thought I should cook for once. You cook all the time, I should sometimes too."

Harry smiled to himself, and took a glass of orange juice. "Well, thank you."

Draco sat on the bed, and ate a few slices of fruit. "You're welcome. Do you lie the pancakes? I didn't know how you liked yours, and I was--"

"They're wonderful, Draco."

Harry was lying. The pancake he was eating was half burnt.

"What are your plans for today?" Draco asked, remembering what Hermione had said, "Draco, you two need to talk."

Harry seemed surprised he'd asked, but told him. "ell, I don't have to work today, so I might go out for a fly, probably visit Teddy and 'Meda. What time'll you get back?"

"Oh, I'm not sure. Hopefully around six or seven." Draco was fibbing, but he knew it would be worth it. "You should go out, treat yourself. You work so hard. Maybe visit Hagrid? I'm sure he'd like to see you."

Harry's face brightened. 'Yeah, that's a great idea! I think I will."

Step One, completed.

It was Draco's lunch break, and he was using his office's Floo. "Malfoy."

"Hello, Weasley. I need a favor."

"What do you want?" Ron asked. Harry and Draco may be a couple, but that didn't mean he had to like him.

"I need you to keep Harry busy until six o'clock tonight."

"Why?"

"Because you--" Draco sighed. "Because I need him away from the flat while I prepare a surprise. Will you do it or not?"

Ron groaned. "Are you going to propose?"

Draco smirked. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Unless you'd like to hear every little detail--"