Life was great. Actually, it was fantastic. The sun was shining through the abnormally large windows, the birds were chirping in the distance and Harry James Potter could not be happier. He turned the corner of the long corridor he was walking down. Pictures lined the walls, pictures of the ocean and large flower gardens. There was one in particular that stood out among the rest. A picture of a deer. The deer was stood in a forest clearing, a natural spotlight highlighted it's body. Harry loved the picture. He would always stop and stare at it whenever he walked past.
He neared the end of the corridor when a house elf appeared before him. ''Is sir looking for Master Malfoy?''
''Oh, er hello Rose. Yes I am actually looking for Draco. You wouldn't happen to know where he is would you?" Harry asked, politely.
"Master Malfoy is in the library sir." Squeaked the house elf.
"Well, thank you Rose. I shall be on my way now."
"It's my pleasure Harry Potter."
Harry smiled at the elf before she apperated away with a loud 'CRACK.'
He continued on down to the end of the corridor until he came to an elegant stone archway which led him into the house's courtyard. A stone fountain was placed in the middle and climbing roses ran round the edge of the walls. Stone benches were placed around the fountain for one's leisure. Another archway, adjacent to the one that Harry had just walked out of, led to another part of the house, which was mainly taken up by the ginormous library.
The other side of the house was older, the stone walls ageing and crumbling slightly when touched. There were no window panes, just frames carved into the stone. Harry liked this side of the house as it always reminded him of Hogwarts. The feeling of the warm summer sun hitting his face through the window frame, natural light giving off a glow into the corridor. The stone crumbling in his hand as he dragged it across the wall. The floor, uneven but easy to walk on.
There were large oak doors at the end of the hall, leading into the massive library. The corridor was aligned with large marble flower pots. One pot had a large amount of lillies buried into the soil. Another, had multicolour tulips. Harry paced down the hall, stopping to to walk over to the pot of lillies and taking a bud in-between his fingers delicately. He examined the bud with up most care. The lilly would most likely bloom in the next week or two. Harry gently let go of the Lilly bud and strode down the hall, reaching the giant doors. He gently placed his hand onto the wood and pushed with a small force, since the doors were particularly heavy.
He made his way into the library, taking in his surroundings. This library definitely out-ruled the one at Hogwarts. The dim, orangey lighting gave the library a homely glow. The windows let little light shine through, enchanted to do so. Bookshelves lined round the walls and protruded into the middle, leaving an aisle to walk down. Bookshelves reached the very high ceiling, only a ladder would get you up there. Armchairs were littered in every crevice between the bookshelves, letting one choose wherever they want to sit. A grand fireplace lay at the end of the aisle, a leather sofa in front. That area was mostly used in the winter, when one wanted to warm up by the fire and also indulge in a good book. Harry also used the fireplace to burn the Daily Prophet because he thought it was a load of shit. Draco always got confused as to why they never had it delivered. Harry thought Draco should stay confused, just for a little while longer at least.
Harry walked down the aisle, looking in every section between the bookshelves to see if his husband sat the there. It was only when Harry got to the end of the aisle, did he see Draco, sat with his right leg crossed over his left, hair slicked back half-heartedly, leaving strands laying strewn across his face, wearing a black turtle-neck and black trousers, and book in one hand, eyes moving rapidly across the pages. Wait. Harry did a double take. Draco was also sporting thin black framed glasses.
"You do know staring is rude, right Darling?"
Harry looked away and blushed at his comment. He had always been a sucker for the pet name. He trudged over to Draco who had silently placed his book down onto the table beside him and picked up his glass of water in the books place.
Harry stood over Draco and gawked at him. Not once in the 4 years they had been dating and the futher 6 of their marriage had he ever seen Draco wear glasses. Although, Harry wasn't complaining. They did look awfully good on him.
Draco grabbed Harry's hips and pulled him towards him so that Harry was now straddling Draco. Harry yelped in suprise but otherwise let himself be pulled onto Draco.
"What's got your tongue in a twist aye?" Draco drawled, raising an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry blushed again, feeling the heat creep up towards his cheek. He tried to form coherent words but nothing came out.
"Use your words darling."
Harry thought of the sentence in his head before replying: "You wear glasses."
Draco let out a breathy laugh. "Well done Potter. Fantastic observation!"
Harry scowled at him but Draco continued to laugh at him.
"You never told me. How outrageous!" Harry bit back.
"I didn't think you would take much interest in the matter so I didn't tell you." Draco laughed.
"Not take interest? As boring as the subject of glasses may be, I still would have been intrigued by the fact that you, My husband, Draco Malfoy, wears glasses. And, for your information, you actually don't look half bad with them." Harry argued, arms flailing around.
"They help me read Potter. And did you, Harry Potter, just compliment me?."
"Maybe I did." Harry said with a huff.
"Are you blushing? Do you like the fact that I wear glasses?" Draco asked, his famous smirk plastered on his face.
Harry pressed his face into Draco's chest due to sheer embarrassment. "Maybe."
Draco laughed and wrapped his arms around Harry's back while Harry tried to stop blushing.
"Shut up, stop laughing at me. I hate you."
"I love you too."
Draco cupped Harry's face and gently pulled it away from his chest.
"Stop pouting like that or i might just have to kiss it off of you." Draco whispered up against Harry's face.
"I might just keep pouting then."
Draco kissed Harry sweetly and slowly, savouring every moment before detaching himself from Harry and standing up, out of the armchair and stretching.
Harry whined and tried to cling on for more but Draco just laughed and pulled Harry off of him.
"Want a cup of tea?" Draco asked.
"I'm not an old man like you."
Draco just scoffed jokingly and put a hand over his heart dramatically. "How dare you. You think this stunning face looks old?!"
Harry laughed at him. "Yes."
Draco just gawked at Harry. "Well i consider that insult an end to our marriage. You shall never be able to see me in glasses ever again."
Draco turned his back to Harry and folded his arms, making it look like he was highly offended.
"Wait no i'm sorry!" Harry ran up to Draco and hugged him from behind. "I like looking at you with glasses on."
Draco harrumphed at Harry but turned around in his embrace. "I might just have to forgive you, considering how much I like you."
Harry laughed at Draco and let him go. "Thank god! I don't know how long i would have gone without seeing your face."
"It's because my face is perfect."
"Damn right it is."
Draco blushed and took Harry's hand in his. "C'mon, lets go to the kitchen. I'll make you my creamy pasta carbonara too."
"Ughhh I love your pasta carbonara."
"I know." And with that, they walked out of the Library, hand in hand, without a care in the world.
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Over the years, Harry never got over his embarrassment as whenever he would see Draco with glasses on, his face would turn red and he would have to turn away before Draco could see what a blushing mess he was. Of course though, Draco always saw and laughed to himself because his husband was a complete idiot.
But Harry was Draco's Idiot. And that would never change.