Draco Malfoy stared at Harry Potter with a soft smile, eyes crinkling as he watched him doing his Charms essay, resting his head on his palm, elbow on the table. "Why are you staring at me? It's been an hour," the black-haired said without looking up.
He shook his head, keeping his smile, eyes gentle. "Hi," he greeted, lips stretching into a grin. "How are you, handsome?" he giggled.
"I don't know, love. How are you?" Harry replied, still writing.
Draco gaped at him, cheeks heating up, turning it bright red. "I-I'm.. great. I feel.. great," he stammered, clearly so caught off guard by his boyfriend's nonchalant reply.
Finally, Harry looked up, his beautiful eyes that Draco had fallen in love with repeatedly, blinking with confusion before smirking, realisation struck the moment their eyes met. "Aw, baby. Are you embarrassed, kitten?" he cooed, reaching out to caress his baby soft skin lightly.
Feeling even more embarrassed, the grey-eyed teenager hissed, hiding his face behind his Potions book. The redness of his cheeks spread down to his neck. "Fuck you, Potter."
"I think I should be the one to say that, kitten."
He squeaked and smacked Harry's arm at the innuendo.
Harry burst out in laughter.
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They were in the library because Draco wanted to borrow some books to work on his essays. The stacks of books were big and heavy so Harry carried them before Draco could, insisting that he was okay with carrying them. "It didn't even weight much, love. Relax," he said as he carried the book with one arm.
Draco stared after him, watching as his muscles twitched with each movement before hurrying along. He reached out to help but then Harry snatched his hand and linked their fingers together. "Harry, that's not- Nevermind."
Harry grinned down at him as they walked towards the courtyard for a sweet study date. "Let me be the gentlemanly boyfriend and you're the princess that I spoil rotten."
"You deserve nice things, Draco."
His eyes glistened with unshed tears, smiling like a fool in love, eyes trained on the floor. "You deserve nice things too, Harry," he said softly, looking at his beloved boyfriend of 5 months.
Without even looking at him, Harry answered, "I already have them with me right here. What more could I have? You're that thing I will do anything so that you'll forever be in my possession."
"I'm not an object," said Draco.
"No, but you're still mine. I'm very possessive and obsessed with you. I'm not ashamed to admit that because I want you and I need you."
The elder leaned close to him. "I love you, Harry," he sighed, feeling content with his life at the moment.
"And I, you, Draco."
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"So, thanks to my Mother, I'm stuck home all summer," Draco sighed to the Two-Way Mirror he and Harry owned secretly, lying on his bed at Malfoy Manor. "Uh, that sucks, sweetheart," Harry chuckled on the other side. "At least you have time to plan our Christmas outfit for the Ball, yeah?" he added.
Suddenly a small bark from Harry's side and Draco straightened up, alerted. "Wait, what was that?"
"Oh, sorry! That was my dog, Padfoot the II. I can take him out-"
