I CAN’T HOLD BACK ANY LONGER I’M TOO IN LOVE WITH THE DOMESTIC BICKERING SCENE AND I NEED TO SHARE!
HAVE A SNEAK PEEK AT MY CHRISTMAS FIC!
*posts and runs away*
Draco was cut off by a shirt hitting him in the face. He could hear Harry sniggering, and he pulled it away to glare at him.
“You’re coming, and that’s final!” Harry said firmly, before he could say anything.
Draco crawled out of bed, crossing the room and shoving him. “Who are you to order me about? I’ve never bought into that lord and saviour bullshit, and I’m not going to start now!” He crossed his arms for good measure, and fixed Harry with a dark glare.
“I’m your husband, and I’m saying you’re coming to the Burrow this year.”
Draco scoffed. “That’s not how marriage works, wanker!”
Harry flicked his wand past Draco’s shoulder, and a few seconds later, Draco was hit in the back by those clothes.
“That’s not what you were saying last week when you forced me to go to that awful opera with Pansy and Theo.” Harry pulled the shirt half over Draco’s head. “Get dressed. We’re leaving in twenty minutes.”
Draco struggled with the shirt, nearly falling over, before tearing it off his face, and throwing it at Harry. It only served to make Harry start laughing, and Draco realised he wasn’t going to win this. Harry only laughed like that when he knew he was going to win, and because of his bull-headedness, once he knew he was going to win, he always kept pushing until he did.
“You’ll owe me for this!” Draco hissed, crossing to the dresser to find something more acceptable to wear.
“This is payback for the opera!” Harry said, disappearing into the bathroom.
Growling, Draco followed him, almost tripping as he pulled on his trousers as he went
“The opera was payback for making me spend three hours listening to Neville prattle on about that stupid new hybrid of his over tea!” he snapped.
Harry frowned at him, a comical sight, with a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, and toothpaste froth dribbling down his chin.
Draco raised an eyebrow. “Sexiest Wizard of the Year, thirteen years in a row, indeed.”
Full fic at Christmas and no sooner. I just really, really wanted to share this bit!
Imagine that everytime you face demons, they’re always ignoring you, focusing on the horsemen instead. Frustrated, one day you decide to directly ask them why they’re never interested in fighting you. Their response?
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