~ Drarry Oneshots ~

Work absence

::: Long time, no see. This probably won't be the best for reasons already stated, nor will it be long because I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Honestly, it might be deleted before the day is up, but I guess this is just practice? I can start going more full length again once I get into the swing of things?
Now, how do you do this again?

(Veelah! Draco, again, because I can)

"Yeah, no, Hermione, I won't be able to come into work today." Harry explained into his phone, rubbing his temple tiredly.

He sighed at her complaint, looking up from his absent stare at the kitchen counter, "no, I really can't."

Through the doorway into the living room, he watched his partner return from their bedroom with yet another collection of blankets, whilst he focused on the concern that his friend illicited. Draco spent several minutes organising them until he was content, before throwing himself down on them, his wings dropping on top of him like another layer of heavy wool.

A scoff fell from Harry's mouth, as Hermione continued to ask questions.
"You're seriously asking 'why?', like you don't already know?"

A long chirp called from the neighbouring room and the conversation turned to attempts of hanging up.
"Hermione, just-" she interrupted,
"yeah, alright, I-" again,
"Look, I really have to go. Just check your calendar, yeah?"

He hung up, and dropped the phone on the side, making his way to the mass of cotton, feathers and pale limbs. Hearing his footsteps, the blonde sat up cross-legged. What could only be described as a squeak sounded from his mouth as he urged Harry to sit beside him with a nod of his head.

Sighing through a smile, he sat down beside him, only to be pushed down onto his back several moments later. Chirping again, Draco tilted his head as he looked down at the tanned man he straddled.

Harry smiled up at him. Sure, this wasn't something he was totally used to but it was cute nonetheless. As was the way he flushed such a dark red when he retold his antics after the few days ended.

He tilted his head again, and watched Harry gesture to his hair; his hand pulled away a small feather from one of various cushions, which was quickly taken into pale fingers. Confused eyes serveyed the feather that was, quite obviously not one of his, before he continued smiling again and placed it in Harry's own curled tresses.

After doing so he pulled the glasses from Harry's face and discarded them among the pile of cloth, pushing his face into his shoulder. Ivory wings fell down beside the both of them as he led fully atop him.

A cheerful call echoed the room and he purred before pushing deeper into his shoulder.
"What am I going to do with you?"