A Mother's Love

8 - D R AC O

I can't believe I agreed to this.  I'm already regretting this.  Aghhhhhhh.

"Draco, where are we going?"  Harry asked with a deep sigh.  So deep, so, so-

"Hm?  Oh, uh, we're heading to Ikea."

"I- excuse me?"

"You were a muggle, you should know the place.  Quality furniture, only place I go.  Well, other than- never mind."

Harry looked at me funny.  "Alright then... well how are we going to get there?  I'm fairly sure you're not going to want to go by muggle transport."

It was my turn to sigh.  "No, we're going to apparate.  Now Potter-"

"-Harry-"

"-Potter, take my arm."

"Really, you're going to let me - Filthy Potter - touch you?  Wow, never thought I'd see the day."

I rolled my eyes.  "Seriously, dumbass, just do it.  No need to make this weirder than it already it is."

Apparently his definition of 'taking my arm' is holding my hand.  I don't mean he grabbed my hand in the normal way, either.  He interlocked our fingers and squeezed a tiny bit for a moment.  When I looked up, his expression mirrored mine: surprise.  Apparently he didn't realize what he did either.  Weirdly enough, however, neither one of us let go.

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Well, until we finished apparating.  But for the four seconds we held hands, I was in heaven.  And I hated it.  Why was Harry- no, Potter- making me feel this way?  As much as I loved the feeling, I couldn't give in.  

Ohhhhh this day was going to be so long.  So long, it must be so long-  I blocked that thought out.

"Where are you going, idiot?"

Crap.  I walked into the wrong door.  And now I was walking the wrong way through Ikea.  Just shoot me already.

"Have you ever even been here?"  He continued.

I turned around and walked towards the proper entrance.  "Yes, of course I've been here.  I just zoned out, that's all."

"Whatever you say."  

As we walked through the store, I questioned him on what time of vibe he was going for in the place.  He said he wanted a modern but warm, woody feeling, so we settled on off-white and dark oak color scheme with blue accents.  As we walked through, I could tell he was trying to be civil, so I at least did the same.  Plus, he didn't look quite so annoying when he was smiling, which we both ending up doing a lot of that day.

By the time we checked everything out and hauled it behind the Ikea where we could cast a shrinking spell, we were both exhausted and slap happy.

"How in the bloody hell are we gonna get this home?"  Harry asked.

I unzipped a small resuable bag and held it out to him.  "Put everything in here and we'll apparate back to your place."

"Alright."

"Wow, I'm going home with the  Harry Potter?  How exciting."  I joked.

And then he... blushed?  No, that couldn't be it.  Except... he did blush.  And it was freaking adorable.  But he kept playing it off, so I ignored it.

"And the Draco Malfoy is coming home with me?  The snobbish, arrogant, ferret of a man?  What a day."

"Shut up," I laughed.  

As we apparated home, he grabbed my arm that time, and I was honestly disappointed he didn't grab my hand.  At the beginning of the day I said I wouldn't give in to him but now...  all I wanted to do was kiss him.  And I didn't hate it.