saw it from a text post in IG and i thought why not make a fic, enjoy
like i said before, if you don't like anything i wrote, don't bother reading or do you not understand my level of language? like seriously? sigh
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They were getting ready for bed, another tiring night after work but luckily for Head Auror Harry Potter and his Potioneer husband, Draco Potter, they always have time for each other no matter how much time their work takes.
They had their ups and downs. No marriage was ever so peaceful and happy. Fights happen occasionally and both of them loved each other too much to let it ruin them. Sometimes they said things to each other, things they always regret the moment it came out of each others mouth. Each drop of tears they shed never failed to make the guilt consumed the two married couple.
They tried their best still, to be better for each other, for themselves and thank Merlin, they're much happier now far into the marriage of 20 years.
Draco yawned burying his face into his soft pillow. "I hate you, Potter."
He could hear Harry sighed beside him as he laid down. "I love you too."
Flipping around to look at him, he said with narrowed eyes, sneering, "What? What makes you think I love you?" Harry deadpanned as he looked back at him, sitting up, reaching over to his wand to turn off the lights. "Draco, you married me as soon as we graduated from Hogwarts, we've been married for 20 years now, you're currently laying in bed next to me with only your boxers on and your last name is Potter. What makes you think you hate me?"
Draco stared at him with wide eyes.
Nodding with a smirk, Harry cast Nox. "That's what I thought," he said as he laid back down. "Now let me sleep, Potter."
It was quiet for a few seconds before the sheets rustled and Draco pressed himself against Harry with a pout. "No goodnight kiss?"
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's body and kissed him gently. "Love you, baby. Go to sleep. We have lunch with the Weasleys at the Burrow."
"..."
"Love you, Harry."
Harry slept with a smile.
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"Famous Mr Potter," Lucius spat as soon as he saw him enter the dining room for breakfast with his family. Narcissa hid her smile behind her teacup.
Draco stared at his father with a blank look. "Are you going to greet me like that every time you see me, father?"
"Yes."
"And it's because I married Harry?" he sat down with all his Malfoy grace, left eyebrow raised.
"No," Lucius sneered. "Because you took his last name."
Draco facepalmed as soon as Narcissa burst into laughter.
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Back in Hogwarts Eighth Year
When they first got to Hogwarts, Harry and Draco weren't exactly friends so to speak. They had agreed to be civil but make no mistake, they weren't friends. But since Ron and Hermione started dating, Harry was often left alone and one day, he saw Draco reading at the corner of the Common Room, sitting on his own, he decided to join him.
