“When you say ‘o’ your mouth looks like a butthole.” Draco told Harry before he snickered. Personally, he found the first thing he said after waking up from a six-day lasting magical coma quite funny. Just as he found his auror partner Harry bursting into tears when he saw he was awake quite funny.
Actually, he found everything quite funny.
“What the hell Draco, do you know how much money I lost waiting for your stupid butt to wake up?” Damn, angry clad in a business suit Pansy was just a little bit less funny. Especially when she punched him in the arm and then proceeded to glare at him.
But then he remembered she said butt, and the situation went back to funny again.
“What she means to say is we’re all very happy you didn’t die, Draco.” His mom clarified. Draco decided that his mom was not funny, she was just very nice. He reached out and flapped his hands around to invite her for a hug.
When she didn’t respond he whined “mommy huuug”, which was more effective. He liked his mother’s hug. But the way her long hair tickled his cheeks, well that was funny all over again. He laughed into her neck.
“Is, eh, is he okay?” Draco laughed again. Harry Potter being concerned about him, that ought to be the most hilarious thing in the world. He was still laughing about it when his mom released him from her tight embrace.
“He might be feeling some of the side effects from the potions we gave him.” A weird green blob at the end of his bed said. The green blob was funny too.
“And what potion was that exactly?” The slightly hoarse voice of Harry asked.
“One that you cannot give to him every time he annoys you mr Potter.” The green blob replied.
“That wasn’t what I asked it for.” Harry said then. “He gets so down sometimes. Like the whole world including himself doesn’t want anything to do with him.” Harry sighed a deep, sad sigh. “I’d do anything to change that. At least for me the usual meds work, for him they don’t. I thought this might be able to help.”
Oh. That was not funny. That was sad. And sweet. And savory.
Savory? That’s not an emotion Draco. Draco told Harry so.
“No Draco, savory is not an emotion.” Harry grabbed his hand and smiled, but the smile didn’t erase the hurt in his eyes. That, Draco thought, is really super stupid. Draco didn’t like his Harry sad.
“Stop being so sad.” Draco suddenly pulled one on Harry’s arms so the man lost his balance and fell face first onto Draco, burying his nose in Draco’s shoulder. Draco maneuvered Harry’s head so that it was closer to his face and then proceeded to kiss his scalp, that was covered in that stupid messy black hair of his. “My Harry is not allowed to be sad.”
“No?” Harry asked muffled and very surprised.
“Well then my Draco isn’t allowed to be sad either.” Harry told him defiantly as he pushed himself up. Draco didn’t allow him to fully sit up though, which was why, when the next two blobs entered (Ron and Hermione, but just like Harry Draco didn’t see shit without glasses) they found Harry as a mess of limbs trapped in Draco’s surprisingly strong and muscled arms.
“Pay up Weasley, I told you they would smooch.” Pansy held up her hand to Ronald with a smug grin on her face. Narcissa and Hermione exchanged knowing smiles. Draco pressed another kiss on Harry’s head.
All was well.
Okay not all was well. Harry’s glasses were very much not well, they were crushed between his and Draco’s chest. Also everyone in the room got huge cavities from watching something so disgustingly sweet as Harry and Draco. Hermione’s parents were not happy.
Sorry I have a thing for Draco on drugs. Please don’t hate me