What If? [Drarry]

Chapter 7

I woke up to the smell of food and the clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen. My brain was confused at first, as to why I was waking up in a different house, why I was waking up on a couch.But the sound of singing from the kitchen made all of the previous night's memories come back to me in a flash.

I, as quickly as I could with the hangover plaguing my body and head, stood from the couch and quietly stepped over to the kitchen.

"Goodmorning, scarface," Draco greeted without turning around from the stove.

I took my regular seat at the counter. "Morning, blondie."

Draco was still in his pajamas, nearly matching the ones on my own body. His hair was slightly a mess. He looked no where near as composed as he normally did. I loved it.

"I hope you like bacon, cause it's really a deal-breaker if you don't," he teased.

"Oh, don't pretend you didn't stare at me eating bacon for breakfast every morning in the Great Hall," I teased back.

"I will not be confirming nor denying anything," Draco pleaded, turning around with two plates in hand, a smile never leaving his lips.

It made me happy to see him happy. I graciously took one of the plates from his hand, taking in the delicious smell. I could barely even wait for him to sit down again before I started eating. It was, once again, amazing.

"I could get used to this," I said, mouthful of food, a few crumbs spilling out of the corners of my mouth as I spoke.

"To what?"

"Waking up to you. And your cooking, of course."

"Of course," he confirmed. "I could definitely as well."

Our talking subsided, just the two of us eating and enjoying each other's company. I checked the clock for the first time this morning. 8:53, ugh.

Once I finished my food, I spoke, "I'll do the dishes, then get dressed. I guess I'll just wear my yesterday clothes," I chuckled. "Oh well. I'll just be at the desk all day anyways."

"I'm going to miss you," the blond replied, a hint of sadness flicking in his gray eyes.

As he finished up, I grabbed both of our plates and made my way to the sink as I spoke. "I'm going to miss you, too."

I cleaned the dishes in silence, quickly putting them in the dishwasher. It took only five minute total to finish all of the ones in the sink.

As I dried my hands on the towel, I felt two firm hands on either of my hips.

"You know, you could've just used magic," Draco said, his lips against my neck.

"Sometimes I like to do things the traditional way," I replied snarkily, turning in his grasp.

My arms tangled around his neck, my right bending at the elbow and grabbing a handful of his white hair. I placed a soft kiss on his lips once again, not wanting to break away, but doing it before I got to carried away.

"I never thought I'd get this, Harry. You know, I used to dream about this back at Hogwarts. I used to wonder what your lips would feel like against mine. I'd wonder what it would be like to hold you in my arms. I'd wondered what it would be like to wake up to you, smiling and happy. These past days have way exceeded my expectations. Thank you for such an amazing time," he closed his eyes as he spoke.

I wanted to kiss him again and again and again, and never ever stop. It had barely taken him 2 days of hanging out, and he already had me wrapped around his finger.

My heart pounded in my chest. I thought that with his body so pressed into mine, Draco might feel it too. I knew what I wanted to say, what seemed right in this moment. And I knew that if I didn't just blurt it out right now, I'd never have the guts to do it again.

So I spoke. "Be my boyfriend, Draco."

His face broke into the biggest smile I've ever seen him make. It looked as if his face might literally split in half. "I'd love nothing more," he said quietly, almost whispering the words into the air.

He kissed me again. Still gentle. It was as if he thought if he kissed me too hard I would shatter into a million pieces. As if I was fragile. I smiled into the kiss, breaking apart our lips slightly.

"I really don't want to go into work," I mumbled.

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