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So sorry I haven't updated this guys! I've been having a lot of writer's block recently, I'm getting ready for a production of "Midsummer Night's Dream" that I'm in - I'm Helena!
I found this thing online which was about 'fill in the blanks' and one was about OTPs, so I made it into drarry! I hope you enjoy it!

Who's more likely to find who wearing their clothes?:
Harry sighed, slinging his jacket over his shoulder.  Today was busy at work, being an auror was hard.  He opened the door to his bedroom, smiling slightly as he sees Draco.  Malfoy was lucky that he didn't have work in the weekends.  But, then he noticed something.  Something bright red with the words "Potter" on it.

"Nice hoodie, Draco.  Where'd you get it?" Harry joked.

"It's so soft!"

Who enunciates hand holding?:
The couple pushed down the crowded streets of London, ignoring the stares and camera flashes.  Harry quickly took Draco's hand and led him into an almost empty shop, they both panted breathlessly.

Who likes having their hair washed by who?:
"Your hair is such a mess!" Draco complained, massaging Harry's scalp.

"Mhm, It feels so good..." Harry said happily, leaning into his touch.  The hot water fell against Harry's head.

"You need to learn how to wash your hair!"

"You like having showers with me, anyway." Harry winked.

Who likes to slow dance?:
"I've been dancing since I was two years old and I'm not trying to judge you, but -" Draco started.

"Don't.  Say.  It." Harry muttered.

"Well, it's better than you did last time, some people would call stepping on my feet twice in a minute a disaster, but I call it improvement!"

Person that's more likely to fall asleep with their head in the others lap?:

"Draco?" Pansy said awkwardly, standing in the doorway.

"Hm?" Draco glanced up from his book.  Parkinson looked down at his lap, then looked back up.

"Want to go to Hogsmeade?"

"I would, but Harry is too heavy.  I can't get his bloody head off me."

Who hogs most of the covers at night?:

"Fucking hell, Draco..." Harry stirred, the coolness of the night gripping him and shaking him awake.

"Shh... I need my beauty sleep." Draco said quietly, leaning into his boyfriend's chest.  Harry huffed, wrapping his arms around the blonde's thin frame - which had thick duvets surrounding it.

How do they share a desert? Two forks or one?:

Draco hated sharing food, growing up it was seen as disgusting because of "germs" and what not.  So, when Harry ordered a sundae for the two of them while on a date, he pushed it over to Harry's side of the table.  He raised his brow when he pushed it to the middle of the table and gave him a spoon.

"Wha-"

"Okay, you posh brat, we're sharing this."

Who gets jealous more easily?:

Krum poured Draco a drink, sliding it over to him.

"Tonight, we will drink." He said, his thick accent making it hard for the blonde to understand. "Cheers, to you, Draco.  And your beautiful face."

"What?" Malfoy raised his eyebrow.  The Slytherin table drank, cheering for all the free drinks.  Hermione gasped loudly.

"Harry! You! What!" She screamed. "You broke a fork with your own two hands! Oh my goodness!"