Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Age of Exploration

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Author: GiRa ( on ao3) 

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"Harry, look at what I got!"

Draco marched into their living room which they had been sharing for about 5 months now. Harry, slightly exasperated at being disturbed from his knitting, looked at his boyfriend whom he had been seeing for about 4 years now. It was strange, he'll admit, how they ended up together, but he doesn't regret it. What started out as a bunch of awkward encounters, to silent confiding and conversations, turned into a relationship.

Oh, the knitting? Just something Hermione had him pick up in his free time. She suggested he do something other than laze around and watch the telly all day and just donate some of the things he makes to S.P.E.W. or an orphanage.

"What is it?" Harry asked, putting his needles down. He sent his overly-animated boyfriend out to buy some thread and meat for dinner and he comes home with something else. Maybe it was time to consider just wine for dinner, or something. Spice it up with some trail mix.

"Muggles call it stationary!" The excitable blond explained, opening his bag and showing off their not-dinner. "Isn't it brilliant?"

Despite it not being what he asked for and being slightly exasperated, Harry couldn't hold back his smile at Draco's excitement over simple muggle things. He was, after all, the one who insisted he try some as well when trying to get him to agree to the telly despite all the hassle of making muggle technology work in a wizarding house.

"Sure," Harry said, placing a quick peck on his boyfriend's cheek. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with all these staplers and paperclips," and not dinner, he added mentally.

"I don't know," he waved his hand vaguely. "Something. I got us some lamb too, I guess." He got up and left their dinner on the kitchen island carelessly before walking down the stairs that lead to his lab. Clearly he didn't care for dinner as much as Harry did.

Harry supposed that he shouldn't have been surprised when he came down and found all of Draco's notes stapled or filed in stacks, along with all of Harry's things as well. Not to mention random sticky notes or reminders stapled to the wall, but that's for another time.

Nonetheless, he was still very much endeared by his boyfriend's excitement.

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"Harry, look at what I got!"

Please, please don't be more stationary, he silently pleaded. After the first incident, Draco had taken it upon himself to have a cupboard filled with Muggle stationary, including ballpens, pencils, and various papers as well. Naturally, word had gone out to Arthur, who has suddenly taken it upon himself to adopt Draco every Sunday at the Burrow and hide in his shed.

"What did you get, love?" He asked, bracing himself slightly for a trail of floating stationary to tail an erratic Draco once again.

"A Muggle Car!"

"A what?" Harry repeated blankly. "Did I hear you say 'A Muggle Car'?" Please, for the love of Merlin, say that he misheard him.

"Oh lovely, age isn't catching up to you yet." Draco huffed, but he was still grinning excitedly. "Yes. A lovely car with all the scary noises included."

"But..." Harry trailed off, not really wanting to spoil his boyfriend's mood. "You don't know how to drive, much less have a licence."

"Oh psh," Draco waved his hand. "What do I need a licence for? I'm pretty brilliant, aren't I?"