Title: Surprisingly Domestic
Author:![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Length/Word Count: Drabble, 100 words
Warnings/Content: Fluff
Notes: Written for![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif)
harry100's past prompt combo challenge. I chose to work with the prompts, "Hopeless" and "I like a quiet life, you know me." Unbeta'd so please forgive and/or point out any mistakes/typos. <3
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.
Surprisingly Domestic
They were surprisingly domestic. Harry woke at half-seven and started breakfast. Draco indulged in a leisurely bath, testing Harry's patience and the stamina of his warming charms. Draco never failed to comment on Harry's hopeless mop of hair, and he always claimed the fluffiest bathrobe while complaining bitterly of its colour.
They never spoke of how or why: one day Harry offered Draco a drawer; the next Draco took over the wardrobe.
The next month, Draco sold his flat.
“You look happy,” Hermione said as Draco debated the Cannon's chances that season with Ron.
“I am.” Harry grinned. I am.
-Fin-
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Author:
sdkFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Length/Word Count: Drabble, 100 words
Warnings/Content: Fluff
Notes: Written for
harry100's past prompt combo challenge. I chose to work with the prompts, "Hopeless" and "I like a quiet life, you know me." Unbeta'd so please forgive and/or point out any mistakes/typos. <3Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.
Surprisingly Domestic
They were surprisingly domestic. Harry woke at half-seven and started breakfast. Draco indulged in a leisurely bath, testing Harry's patience and the stamina of his warming charms. Draco never failed to comment on Harry's hopeless mop of hair, and he always claimed the fluffiest bathrobe while complaining bitterly of its colour.
They never spoke of how or why: one day Harry offered Draco a drawer; the next Draco took over the wardrobe.
The next month, Draco sold his flat.
“You look happy,” Hermione said as Draco debated the Cannon's chances that season with Ron.
“I am.” Harry grinned. I am.
-Fin-
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