Name (Drarry)
“HARRY JAMES POTTER!”
To anyone else hearing their full name would mean definite trouble. Anyone else would immediately tense up and start desperately trying to figure out what they did wrong.
Anyone else — but Harry James Potter.
He smiled as he entered the kitchen, where Draco stood with his arms crossed, tapping his foot. His pale-gray eyes narrowed when he saw Harry smiling.
“You think this is funny?”, he demanded.
“What is?”, Harry replied lightly. He wasn’t even trying to contain himself — happiness bubbled inside of him as he admired Draco’s scandalized face.
“This!” Draco gestured to the marble counter, where dirty dishes from breakfast stoop in a neat little pile. “I didn’t agree to not have house elves so that I could live in a pigsty!”
“You’ve never seen a pigsty, have you”, Harry laughed. Happiness escaped his chest and spread across his face in a grin. He approached Draco and without warning enveloped him in a bear-hug, effectively pinning his arms to the body.
“Harry James Potter!”, Draco squirmed, but Harry hasn’t been a Chaser for years for nothing: he held on to Draco as if to a broom in a hurricane. “Unhand me this instant!”
“Or what?”, Harry leaned closer to his ear and bit it lovingly, making Draco squawk indignantly and start thrashing about even harder.
“I will curse you”, Draco threatened, but Harry knew him well enough to detect a definite lack of malice in his voice. He left a wet kiss under Draco’s earlobe and whispered:
“I like when you use my full name.”
“What?”
“When Aunt Petunia was angry with me, — and that was practically all the time, — she would only address me as “hey you.”
To Harry, that was merely a fact, a thing of the past; it didn’t hurt to remember or to speak of. He said it lightheartedly, without any thought behind it — so he was very surprised when Draco tensed up in his arms.
“Harry”, said Draco quietly, but firmly. “Let go of me.”
Harry released him, worried that he might have been too rough. But Draco merely straightened his clothing and looked up at him.
There was so much feeling in his eyes that Harry’s breath caught in his throat. There was anger and outrage, protectiveness and tenderness, resentment and sadness. But above all there was love, so overwhelming and deep that Harry felt he might die on this very spot.
Draco gently held his face with his hands. His palms were cool and dry, calming as always — a Healer’s hands.
“Harry James Potter”, he said softly. His thumb brushed over Harry’s cheekbone. “If you do not do the dishes, I shall ban you from our bedroom.”
“You cannot weaponize sex”, Harry murmured, enthralled and completely hypnotized by the twinkle in Draco’s eyes.
“Oh?”, came an innocent response. Then a grin spread across Draco’s face. “Watch me.”