Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•Two Mugs; One Home•

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Harry rolls over to find still warm sheets but not the solid (albeit scarred) chest of his boyfriend. The groan he lets out is really more of a whine and Draco laughs from where he's standing, in front of the wardrobe. He thought today was both of their days off.

"Some of us have day jobs, Potter."

"I have a day job."

"Well some of us don't work for ourselves."

"Draco," Harry says quite seriously, "you do work for yourself."

"Harry," Draco says just as serious, "I am a man of the people."

"You're a reclusive potions master," says Harry, leveling him with an unimpressed glare before falling flat back onto the bed. He sticks a hand under his pillow for his wand before casting a tempus. "Merlin's bollocks— It's not even 8 yet. We have the day off. Just come back to bed." He rubs the rapidly cooling side of the bed pleadingly, his voice still practically a whine. Draco smiles as he turns around and makes his way closer.

"I really can't," the blond says, placing a kiss on his forehead, just next to his scar. "I have a large order getting picked up on Friday so I have to go grab a few more ingredients I didn't realize I was low on. My portkey leaves in less than an hour."

"Will you be back for dinner or are you gonna eat while you're out?" Harry asks throwing his legs over the side of the bed and pulling Draco to stand between them, laying his own head on the blond's clothed stomach.

"If you want to cook, I can wait 'til I come home." He's running a hand through Harry's messy bedhead and he can't help but lean further into the attention.

"Do you know how long that'll be?"

"Before midnight, I promise."

Harry looks up at him with narrowed eyes and Draco chuckles before bending over to press a kiss to his lips. They share a few more lingering pecks before Draco is pulling away, walking out of their room and into the kitchen.

The walls down the hall and into the living room are mostly bare besides a few muggle art pieces that are hung sporadically around the place. They had found most of them when they had bought their couch. The rug is a Malfoy heirloom. Everything else had already been there, par the bookshelf which they had bought and assembled by hand, to Draco's displeasure. Neither of them had the mental health to hang up pictures of lost loved ones. Not yet. That's why they had moved from Number 12.

"Fix me a cuppa?" Harry calls from the room hopefully.

"Fix your own, I'm making coffee," Draco calls back, but later when Harry finds a jumper to throw on his bare chest, there is a steaming cup of tea sitting on the table across from his boyfriend. He kisses him on the cheek before sitting down and wrapping his hands around the warm mug.

"Ron and 'Mione are coming over today," says the darker man to no one in particular. He turns his tone back to Draco. "Do we still have some chocolate biscuits?"

"No."

"We just bought them last week!"

"Let me clarify. Though there are some in the cabinet for those of us who live here, no, we do not have enough chocolate biscuits for Weasley to scarf down over afternoon tea."

"I'll buy more biscuits."

"Oh, sure you will," Draco says teasingly, rolling his eyes before finishing his coffee, standing and kissing Harry on the cheek. He's at the door in two quick strides, pulling on his coat on and wrapping a scarf around his neck. He pats his pockets before nodding to himself. "I really have to go. I have my phone if you need me."