I need fluff. So here's the fluff. Enjoy!
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It's Saturday, which means there's no class and no teachers. No teachers mean no homework. Which also means that Harry could finally settle down and have a relaxing day with his boyfriend and best friends at the Black Lake, just laying there under the Sun, bathing in the quietness.
He looked to his side, turning his body as he did so just to look at Draco who sat next to his laying body. The other teenager was drawing on his drawing book, quill moving so delicately along with the movements of his slender fingers. He stared at the other with visible heart eyes, absolutely besotted to this male in front of him.
His blond hair was no longer gelled back, making it fell forward, covering his face. It looked so soft as it swayed from the wind that blew that evening. Harry couldn't resist tucking the strand of hair behind his ear gently and that made Draco looked up from his drawing book with a confused look. "Harry?" he asked questioningly. The said male only smiled and shook his head slightly. "The hair was covering your face, love. I just wanted to see your expression."
Draco blushed bright red, cheeks colouring along with the tip of his ears. Harry watched with fascination as the soft grey eyes glinted with embarrassment, shyness taking over. He loved his eyes. He could stare into it all day every day without ever being bored of it. It was such an amazing colour. How peculiar that those eyes that used to be hard as steel now looking like soft mercury. Those eyes that once held blankness and no emotions were now filled with it; love, sadness, happiness and so on.
It was beautiful and stunning.
Call him a sappy boyfriend but the moment Draco looked at him with those eyes, smiling so bright at him, looking so in love, smiling and happy, Harry couldn't help but forget what he was saying earlier, trailing his sentence off as he stared at the beauty.
He was in love, guys. What else was there to be said?
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he sat up, looking at Ron and Hermione who was cuddling next to them with his head on her lap, eyes closed and her reading a book, hand playing with his hair. He smiled.
"Draco," Harry smiled, feeling deeply infatuated. The blond Slytherin looked at him with a questioning smile, stopping his drawing. "Harry?" The Gryffindor placed a kiss on his shoulder. "Hi," he grinned. Draco laughed softly, pale smooth skin glowing under the sunlight. "Oh, Harry. You just couldn't help yourself but to distract me, could you?" he teased and Harry smiled sheepishly.
"I just felt like saying hi. You can continue drawing now," he said. Draco closed his book and placed his quill away, placing them in his case before shrinking them with his wand, casting a non-verbal spell. "No, I guess I could continue it later. I have a needy boyfriend to focus on right now. Much more important than my drawing, don't you think?"
Harry's cheeks heated as he whined, laying back down with a huff. "I'm not needy!" he said indignantly. "Non? Alors pourquoi m'as-tu distrait?" Draco smirked. It felt like a question to Harry but he didn't know what those French words meant. "Dites-moi pourquoi vous aviez si désespérément besoin de mon attention, mon amour?" he purred and Harry whined again, making the grey-eyed male chuckled with amusement. "I don't understand any of those words, Draco!"
"Pauvre toi," Draco said in a mocking tone.
Harry pouted, arms crossed to his chest as he looked at his lover that hovered over him like a petulant child. Draco booped his nose with his finger, smiling gently, taking pity of his sulking boyfriend. "Don't look so pouty, darling," he chuckled, laying on the grass and propped his head up on one arm.
"It's nothing for your pretty little head to think about, darling," Draco said with a soft voice, reaching out a hand to cup Harry's cheek, caressing the cheekbone lightly. "Je t'aime, 'arry," he said, sounding like a true French. "It means, "I love you, Harry."," he whispered before moving to hover over his boyfriend, pulling him into a deep kiss.
Harry hummed, kissing back with the same passion, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck, pulling his body even closer. The sound of their kiss sent shivers down Harry's spine, moaning softly. He sighed shakily when the kiss ended. "I love you too, Draco," he said with a dopey smile.
"Kiss me again?"
Draco laughed, burying his face in Harry's neck before agreeing. "Okay, another kiss."
"Longer?"
"Longer."
"Kiss me until my lips are swollen red?"
"Kiss you until your lips are swollen red."
Draco pressed their lips again, igniting a full-blown make-out session with his boyfriend. Harry kissed back eagerly, moaning when their tongue met one another. It was wet, sloppy and filled with tongue but it was perfect to Harry. Biased as he was, obviously he would say a kiss with his boyfriend would always be the best in any way possible.
Hermione cleared her throat softly and gave them a fond exasperate look. "As much as you love kissing each other, I'm reading and Ron is sleeping, you two. Tone it down a little," she smirked. Harry blushed and reached out to pat her arm. "Sorry, Mione."
Draco raised a perfect eyebrow, smirking back at her. "Just go back to your reading, Granger."
Hermione laughed and went back to her book while the other two went back to their make-out session. Ron was happily dozing away on her lap.
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Obviously, I don't speak French. I used Google Translate and I hope that it was correct. Pardon me if it's wrong!
Non? Alors pourquoi m'as-tu distrait?
- No? Then why did you distract me?
Dites-moi pourquoi vous aviez si désespérément besoin de mon attention, mon amour?
- Then why you looked so needed of my attention, my love?
Pauvre toi.
- Poor you.
