this is pure fluff, no worries, enjoy the fic!
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It wasn't even sunrise yet when Harry shifted slightly, feeling sluggish and still in the process of waking up fully. He yawned, mouth opened wide before he stretched his body. Slowly, he became aware of the arms around his waist, holding him tightly against the other's firm body. He couldn't help but smile, basking in the attention of his lover as the other kissed his neck and shoulder softly. "Good morning, dear husband of mine," he mumbled out, reaching a hand back to run a hand through the white-blond hair.
Draco grunted into his neck like a grumpy cat, replying a soft greeting as well. "Lazy morning?" Harry then rasped out the question and he felt the other nodded behind him. "Okay then," he responded. He got himself comfortable again before falling back asleep, vaguely aware that Draco had placed his palm over Harry's chest, right above his heart.
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The next time Harry woke up on that day, the Sun had already risen but not high enough for it to be midday. He stretched his body, trying to kink out the stiffness and ache, without even opening his eyes. He reached out to the other side of the bed, trying to find his husband but his hand only met the cold sheet, his husband's warm solid body was absent, meaning that Draco had left the bed long ago.
He finally opened his eyes, rubbing the sleepiness away as he sat up gingerly. He pouted and grabbed the discarded pants on the floor, pulling it on before padding out of the room, towards the kitchen. "Draco," Harry pouted, looking like a lost puppy when he found the blond sitting on the dining table, nursing a cup of tea while reading a newspaper. "I thought you said it was lazy morning!" he said petulantly. Draco chuckled softly as he placed the newspaper down, pulling Harry to sit on his lap.
"My adorable little puppy is feeling rather grumpy, yes?" Draco cooed, kneading his thick thighs while kissing his neck, mouthing some of the hickeys he had left all over his body. Harry moaned softly, tugging Draco's hair lightly. "Sir, no," he whined. "'No', pup?" the taller raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him as he pulled away. Harry twiddled his fingers shyly at the reprimanding tone of his husband, smiling a little. "I just want to cuddle you all day, Sir. Please," he fiddled Draco's collar nervously. "Okay, Harry. Let's go waste the day away with lots of cuddles and kisses on the couch."
Draco carried Harry towards the couch "I'll bring down some pillows and blankets for you. How about your pumpkin juice? We'll watch a movie on that television of yours. Sounds good?" he asked. Harry smiled widely at him, feeling so in love with man, who was once his school rival. "I love you," the raven said instead, making the other laugh. "I'll take it as a yes then. I'll be right back."
The Minister's PA went to the kitchen to fetch the pumpkin juice while he accioed some pillows and blankets over with the flick of his wand, casting a non-verbal spell. When it was all set, Harry had vanished both of their clothing, leaving them naked while snuggling under the blankets, watching the introduction of the movie appeared on the appliance. "You're the best, Draco. My amazing husband. Merlin's Beard, I married a fucking dreamy prince charming."
"You cook for me. You give the best hugs. You cuddle me every night. You give mind-blowing sex all the time. Your kisses always make me weak on my knees. You take care of me so well. And you're fucking gorgeous," Harry sighed, completely besotted. Draco snorted into his nape, biting it playfully. "Harry, we've been married for 10 years, my Love."
"But that doesn't mean I don't find myself constantly falling in love with you every single time," he argued back with a laugh. Draco couldn't help but smile at the reply. "Alright, love. Honestly, I'm a lucky guy as well, having to marry such a wonderful man like you. You're my emotional support. You held me tight whenever I am plagued with nightmares. You always keep me on my toes, Harry, challenging me with ridiculous things every day. You love me for who I am, not for my money or my status. You're the Great Harry Potter too. The fact that this Saviour is in love with me as much as I am in love with him when he can pick a ton of others is like a dream to me most of the time."
Harry turned around in Draco's arms to face him, reaching up to cup his cheeks tenderly, caressing the high cheekbones of his beloved. His bright emerald green eyes mapped Draco's face with utter fondness, never getting tired of it despite 10 years marrying him as soon as Hogwarts ended. The television was still playing softly behind him but his attention was solely on his husband, the guy he met at Madam Malkins' when he was 11, going to the same school with the said person until they were 18, fought in a war with him and the guy he fell in love with unconsciously the moment they met each other. Wow, love at first sight indeed.
18 years Harry had spent staring after Draco Lucius Malfoy since the day they met and he knew the time would still be counted even after he died. "I love you so much, Draco," Harry said with a loving smile. "After all this time, Harry?" Draco playfully asked. "Always," Harry answered with a chuckle. "I love you too, Harry. I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you so much for everything. Without you, I won't be here today," Draco hugged him tightly, burying his face in his hair.
Harry hugged him back just as tight, nuzzling his neck with his nose, peppering kisses all over. "Thank you too, Draco, for giving me such love."
