The warmth of the morning light coming from the window roused Harry from his slumber. He smiled into the pillow, grateful for another day of his life with the bed whom he shared it with. He slowly opened his bleary eyes and his senses were attacked by the delicious smell of baking undoubtedly coming from the kitchen.
Harry’s smile turned into a full grin as he made a move to lift himself up from the covers and reach for his glasses on the nightstand beside the bed.
Putting his glasses on, he noticed a piece of parchment lay beside it, and a fresh red rose placed inside an ornate glass cup. Harry snatched the cup containing the rose in his hands and took a small whiff. It smelled like the roses they grow in the garden. He took a hold of the piece of parchment with the other and read:
Good Morning, Golden boy,
One more day before your birthday.
Freshen up and meet me in the kitchen.
I love you everyday,
Your mistress downstairs.
Harry snorted to himself and held the parchment dearly, close to his heart. He had never imagined that he’d end up with someone so thoughtful and loved him just as much. God, he was so lucky. Everything he’s been through led to this morning, the past few, and the more mornings to come.
He shook his head from endearment as he placed the parchment inside the box in the drawer, along with the abundance of many others he’d come to receive over the past years.
He put some joggers on and unabashedly made little skips towards the ensuite bathroom, excited to see the one he was so madly in love with downstairs.
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The smell of freshly baked goods became more apparent in the air as he made his way down the stairs. It smelled differently this time, as it always did come the different days of his birthday.
He turned the doorway towards the kitchen and was met with the sight of the man he married under the light of countless fairies.
Draco was there, his hip resting on the side of the wooden counter they’d decided on many years ago together. He was holding a mug of tea which Harry’s face was printed on below the title “The Hero of the Wizarding World.” Harry’s printed face showed an exaggerated lightning scar and the left eye was further to the side, a printing mistake that made him look as though he had an exceptionally lazy eye. Draco bought that mug just to annoy him, Harry pretended to hate it just so he could keep doing it.
Draco’s raised eyebrow alerted him that he had been staring. How could he not when his eyes were being blessed with the snow-white hair, turned golden from the early sunlight seeping from the kitchen windows, and the handsome face that he had gawked at for as long as he could remember.
“Well?” His husband said, gesturing with one hand to the dining table.
Harry wrenched his gaze from the addicting sight to the square cake coated with a yellow, sweet smelling layer. It was the one he had been smelling all morning, and his stomach ached in hunger from a long night’s sleep.
Before he could eat, though, he rushed towards his husband, there was no helping himself with food without him first. He kissed Draco’s smug face, the lips that he could feel smiling as he poured his love, pleased with him and him cleaning his mouth beforehand.
“I love you,” Harry murmured, cradling his cheeks with his hands.
“I know,” Draco smiled. “Now sit down and eat. I think you’ll love this one.”
Harry laughed, “Again, Draco? You do this every year, everyday, a week before my actual birthday. You’ve baked more than I could count!” That was a lie and Harry knew it, he counted exactly forty-two cakes not including the actual cake on his birthdays, but he could put that in too.
Draco’s face told him he knew exactly what he was thinking. “There can never be enough cake to make up for the eleven years of loneliness that the little Harry suffered, excluding the appalling excuse for a cake Hagrid gave you on that day.”
Harry huffed in amusement, that was the first cake he’d ever had on a birthday, but it wasn’t the first edible one either.
“Now that’s just mean, It’s the thought that counts,” he said indignantly but sat down anyways, eager for an edible cake.
He took hold of the little fork Draco insisted to be used for dessert only, and shook his head. “You do know that dessert comes last, right?”
“The birthday boy gets an exclusive pardon since it is his privilege as a celebrant.”
Harry rolled his eyes in fondness, used to his husband's posh antics. He noticed there was a small amount in a plate for him already and he brought a forkful of it up his mouth.
“Mm, what’s this?” Harry asked, it was a sweetness like caramel but had its own distinct flavour.
“Yema cake. Do you like it?”
“Bloody hell, this is good.” The new taste combined with his morning hunger made it impossibly divine.
“Watch your mouth, we're at the table,” Draco chastised.
Harry's mouth curled up into a shark-like grin. “But not as good as your cake though,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Draco blushed and he gave a half-hearted glare. “Harry James Malfoy, such obscenities are not condoned in our household.”
“Oh yeah? Draco Lucius Potter, I recall clearly, the enthusiastic obscenities you made last night.”
“Oh god,” Draco brought his hands up to cover his face and groaned. “Please don't mention Lucius when you say it like that. Draco Potter’s good enough thankyou.”
“As is Harry Malfoy,” Harry replied with a smile.
Draco smiled back and stood beside him, resuming his sipping from the ghastly cup with a hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“So, would you like for this cake to be added for tomorrow’s?” He asked.
Harry ogled his husband’s bum, “Oh yeah. Yes please.”
Draco sighed, “As much as I know you’ll love that, I’m afraid the guest might be disinclined to agree.”
“Who cares what they think?”
“Merlin,” Draco muttered, shaking his head fondly which made Harry grin.
“Just tell me, will you? I want tomorrow to be perfect for you,” Draco said, his grey eyes meeting Harry’s own so earnestly. Harry has never felt more loved.
“Yes, this is delicious and I want it for tomorrow, along with the six others you’ve served me because everything you make is delicious,” Harry replied truthfully.
“You’re fortunate you’re not the one baking,” Draco grumbled, but Harry knew he loved to bake as much as he loved him. The oven was the only thing that threatened their love up to this date.
“I also have another request, if you wish to indulge me,” Harry added, mustering all the hope and poshness in his voice.
“Can we have a baby?”
Draco’s eyes widened and the grip he had on his mug threatened to loosen, but he caught it in spite of his shock.
Harry looked at him expectantly, widening his eyes too.
Alas, Draco’s face broke into a huge grin as he ducked down and kissed Harry so fervently, it left him a bit dazed. Harry had been wanting to propose this for a while. He knew for a fact that Draco wanted children too. He was just waiting for the time their life finally settled down without any new abrupt changes.
“Yes! Harry.”
Now, embracing the one he cherished the most in his arms, he found there would be no time better than the present.