Harry woke up to the sound of his alarm. He turned it off and looked beside him, admiring Draco, who was still sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. He smiled and looked away, one hand reaching to his bedside table, expecting to find his glasses, knocking off a pile of books instead.
Cursing under his breath, he picked them up and looked around, not remembering where he'd left his glasses the night before. Trying not to disturb his boyfriend, he moved to his side of the bed and blindly searched Draco's bedside table.
"They're on the kitchen counter, you dumb fuck" Draco’s voice was hoarse from sleeping. "Good morning to you too, Draco" Harry replied, and tugged the other man's pillow out of place. Draco groaned and threw it towards his general direction, surprisingly not missing his target. Harry threw it back to him and, standing up, he walked towards the kitchen.
He found his glasses and started to prepare his morning cup of tea. Just as he was putting on the kettle, Ron walked in the apartment, mumbling about something that Harry couldn't exactly make up. He was pretty sure he was complaining about his work partner again, though.
After the War had ended, he and most of their classmates had gone back to Hogwarts to complete their education in order to take their N.E.W.T.s and, after that, he and Ron had both been accepted as Auror trainees. Last year, finally being done with their training, they'd been assigned partners and Ron hadn't shut up about how incompetent his was since their first week at work.
"Ron, it's 7:30 on a Saturday morning, can you please stop whining about fucking Smith for just a second? It's not like it'll magically make things better if you keep complaining about him constantly." He said irritated, pouring his tea in the biggest cup he could find.
"Hey, I'm not complaining about him constantly. Just sometimes. And how else am I supposed to keep tolerating that arsehole, if not by sharing my pain with you, my best mate?" Ron replied a bit dramatically, reaching for the cupboard to get a cup as well. "And anyways, what's up your arse this morning?" he asked, just as Draco entered the room. "Oh, nevermind" he said, smiling to himself.
"Good morning, Weasley." Draco said composed, standing on the doorway. "I wasn't aware you'd be here?" He added, looking worriedly at Harry.
They had been going out for two years now, and all their friends had grown used to them together, but Draco still kept his distance from Ron, even though they'd settled on a truce. On the contrary, he seemed to be forming a kind of friendship with Hermione, with whom he'd been partnered up for their last Healer Training project.
"He just came back from a stakeout and will not shut up about Smith again. Please do something or I might actually hex him"
"Go ahead then, or I might take the chance and do it for you instead"
"Oh, shut up Malfoy, you don't have to put up with him all day every day, you just don't know what I'm going through!"
"We might not have Smith, Ron, but we have you." Harry said and looked at Draco, who still seemed worried about Ron's presence. He looked at Ron, seemingly oblivious of Draco's uneasiness and slightly nudged him with his elbow. Ron grunted, but after looking at Harry who was looking at Draco, he seemed to understand and collected his work bag and coat from where he'd left them on the counter.
"Anyway, I'm supposed to clock in and do tons of paperwork in, like, half an hour. So I'll, um... I'll be going now" he said and disappeared through the door.
"You didn't tell me he'd be here, or else I would've known to stay in bed for longer. After all, I didn't sleep that well last night" Draco half-complained half-teased and leaned in to press a kiss on Harry's lips. Harry pushed him lightly and smiled. "Care to remind me whose fault that is exactly?" he teased back and left the room.
"Hey, I wasn't the one taking a shower at bloody three in the morning!" Draco shouted, still in the kitchen. Harry laughed and walked to the hall. He put on his trainers and put his keys in his pocket.
"I'm going out for a run and then I'll stop by Hermione’s to get the stuff you left there. Can you check if we need anything?" He heard Draco open the fridge and then go silent for a moment. Some shuffling later, he walked out of the kitchen.
"This is what we need," he said and handed Harry a list. Harry looked at the piece of paper Draco had given him. Milk, eggs and strawberry jam. Simple enough.
"Are you sure that's all? Because last time you forgot to add butter to the list and then gave me shit because I didn't get any" He looked at Draco who nodded and then brushed a hand through his hair.
"Alright then, I'll be back by ten" he said, opening the door.
"See you later" Draco smiled as Harry walked away and then he closed it with a creak.
***
One and a half hour later, Harry was at Hermione's, enjoying his second cup of tea for the day and talking with her about the latest issue of Witch Weekly, who had featured an interview of Ginny about her newly gained position as a seeker in the Holyhead Harpies, when the house phone rung.
"Hello?" Hermione answered and Harry heard Draco's muffled voice from the other end of the line. "Yes, he's still here. Do you want to speak with him?" Harry heard Draco say yes and Hermione handed him the phone.
"Since when do you know how to use a phone?"
"Oh, fuck you, Potter. I'm not some kind of Muggle tech hating dick. Well, at least not anymore."
"What do you want from me, you annoying bastard?"
"Don't you dare laugh or I swear to Merlin I'll cast a Hurling Hex strong enough to get you through this stupid phone" Draco threatened.
"Okay, I promise I won't laugh, what is it?" Harry asked, already at the verge of laughing.
"Canyoupleasegetmeamarsbar?" Draco mumbled, all in one word.
"What?" Harry asked, genuinely, holding back a laugh.
"Uhm... Can you, erm, can you please get me a Mars Bar?" Draco whispered, this time actually forming a sentence. Harry smirked.
"I didn't hear you, can you please talk louder, baby?" He could practically hear Draco blush through the phone.
"Damn you Potter, I said 'Can you please get me a Mars Bar'! Are you both blind and deaf?" Draco seemed to have regained his confidence, because this time he spoke very loudly over the speaker.
"Of course I can get you a Mars Bar" Harry laughed, looking at Hermione who had politely moved a little further from where they were sitting, offering him some privacy.
"Oh, fuck you, you cocksucker." Draco groaned.
"You didn't seem to have a problem with me sucking your cock last night though, did you now?"
"Oh, shut up. I didn't mean it that way and you know it" Draco sounded flustered and Harry would do anything to see his face, because he loved it when Draco lost his words.
"And you promised you wouldn't laugh, you dick" Draco continued.
"Well, I suppose I'll have to pay for that, then." Harry said, still laughing.
"Oh, and get me a normal sized and not a small one this time please, those things are dreadful and they simply won't do." Draco said and hung up. Harry smiled to himself and put the phone down.
"What did he want?" Hermione said curiously, returning back to her seat on the armchair opposite to him.
"Oh, he wants me to get him a Mars Bar on the way home" Harry replied. "He's got a terrible sweet tooth, that one. Especially the mornings after–"
"Okay, I certainly do not need to know that" She cut him off and Harry was glad she did.
"Anyway, I better leave now because I have to go grocery shopping too. Tomorrow's still good for dinner with you and Ron?"
"Yeah, and don't forget about George's birthday on Thursday." Hermione added as she ushered him outside. "Don't be late, or Molly will force you to clean up the garden from the gnomes again!" Harry heard her say before closing the door.
***
After going to the supermarket and having the hardest time of his life navigating the jam and marmalade aisle he returned home, carrying with him Draco's precious Mars Bar.
Harry unlocked the door and took off his shoes, walked towards the kitchen and put the groceries in the fridge. Draco still hadn't noticed his return, so he took advantage of that and went for a quick shower. After changing, he went to get the Mars Bar for Draco and found him in the sitting room, lying on the sofa, quietly reading his book.
He stood there for a while, just looking at him, wanting to etch the image in his memory forever. Draco looked so calm and Harry just, well he just wanted to let him know how much he felt for him. A few minutes later, Draco noticed him.
"Whatcha reading, Malfoy?" he asked playfully, getting the blond's attention.
"War and Peace, by fucking Tolstoy, though I do not expect you to know who that is." Draco replied, his tone equally playful. "Do you have something for me, perhaps?" he added, eyeing the piece of candy in Harry's hand, standing up.
"Come and get it yourself, big boy," Harry grinned. Draco's eyes widened at the sound of the name and he blushed lightly.
"Potter, don't you fucking dare–" Draco started but Harry ignored him and lifted the Bar above his head.
"Oh, I do, indeed dare, Malfoy" he said and moved his hand out of reach when Draco tried to catch the Mars Bar.
They started chasing each other around the house, laughing and shouting at each other, Draco desperately trying to get his Mars Bar and Harry masterfully dodging and avoiding Draco's hands.
"You absolute dick, if you don't give me my fucking Mars Bar right now, I will break up with you" Draco declared after a while. Harry stopped moving and held the Mars Bar high above their heads.
"Well that's a serious threat, but I already told you, you must get it yourself or you shan't have it" he said, continuing to grin like a fool.
"Well then, I don't want it." Draco said and shoved Harry on the sofa. "You can keep your stupid fucking chocolate, because I no longer want it." he repeated and snatched his book from where he'd left it. He moved towards the armchair beside the TV and sat on it with a loud flop. He opened his book and continued to read like nothing had happened. Harry stayed frozen on the sofa until his brain registered what had happened.
After a while, he adjusted himself and threw the Mars Bar at Draco, who, without missing a beat, lifted his arm and casted a wordless, wandless Wingardium Leviosa, redirecting the candy bar and throwing it back at Harry with double the force.
"I told you I didn't want it" he bit out as Harry exclaimed a pained "ouch", after the bar hit him right on the forehead. "You had it coming, big boy" Draco sneered and went back to his book.
Harry let some time pass. He got up and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He washed their teacups from that morning and put them back in the cupboard. Meanwhile, the Mars Bar, now half melted and almost snapped in half by the force with which it had been thrown to his head, sat on the counter.
Harry waited a little bit longer and then picked it up and went back to the sitting room. Draco hadn't moved and so Harry took the chance. He measured his words carefully and said:
"You know if you're not gonna eat it, then it means you went through all the trouble of using a phone and asking for it for nothing. And also, it would be a pity for me to throw it away."
Draco didn't acknowledge his presence nor did he divert his eyes from his book, so Harry took it from his hands and threw it on the sofa. Draco gave him a murderous look but didn't protest, so Harry took that as a sign to go on.
He took Draco's hands in his own and pulled him up from his seat, staring in his partner's eyes the whole time. He tore the bar's roughed up wrapper and pulled it out, letting the now empty wrapper fall on the floor. He'd pick it up later. He held the bar right in front of Draco's lips and pressed a little. The other man closed his mouth shut.
"C'mon, you're really not gonna eat this?" he asked. "It's starting to melt and I really hate the feeling of melted chocolate on my fingers." That was true, he really didn't like it.
He moved the Mars Bar a little closer to Draco's lips but he pressed his lips together ever tighter. Harry let out a half-scoff half-laughter and smiled a little. He moved the bar from his right hand to the left and licked his fingers from the melted chocolate, watching as Draco's eyes flicked to his mouth for a second. Then, Harry put the bar in his mouth and held it with his teeth and, laughing, he pressed on Draco's mouth again. Draco tried to hold back a smile but couldn't and Harry took the opportunity to press again, accidentally smudging Draco's upper lip with chocolate. Harry couldn't help but stare at Draco the whole time. Even sweaty and with chocolate smudged on his upper lip, he looked beautiful.
Draco's eyes were still focused on Harry's mouth so Harry let go of his shoulder and with his now unoccupied hand took the bar out of his mouth. He pressed a light kiss on Draco's lips, getting chocolate on his upper lip too and felt Draco smile into the kiss. Harry backed off slightly and moved the miserable Mars Bar back and forth until Draco caught his hand by the wrist mod-air and finally spoke.
"You really are stupid if you think I still want to eat this after all it's been through" he said and Harry let out a breath he'd unknowingly been holding. "Yeah, well, again, not my fault it ended up like this in the first place" he replied.
"Really? Not your fault? Fine, Potter if you really think that, I cannot convince you otherwise. But let it be noted that I wasn't the one being chased around and holding up that fucking Mars Bar." He took a bite from it and frowned. "Merlin, it's disgusting" he exclaimed. Harry laughed and Draco followed, and then Harry kissed him again, this time deeper.
"You're too stubborn for your own good, you know that?" Harry said, breaking the kiss.
"Oh, fuck off, Potter", Draco replied and pulled him in again.
After a while, Draco was back on the sofa reading his book and Harry had washed his hands and gotten rid of the awful feeling of melted chocolate on his fingers. He sat next to Draco and held his hand around him, tracing his fingers up and down Draco's arm.
"How long have you been staring at me read like some kind of lunatic?" Draco breathed at some point, startling Harry.
"Uhm... A few minutes maybe? I don't know, you looked so peaceful and... And, well, I was just thinking... I know we haven't been together for a super long time, but we've known each other since we were children, for Merlin's sake. And it doesn't matter that we hated each other back then, because we've come past that, haven't we? And if I hated you then, it was because I only saw the worst in you but doesn't that mean I've come to love that side of you as well, doesn't it mean I've come to truly love you as whole? And if that isn't what love is, if this isn't what true love is, then I may never know it, because, frankly, I don't think I'll ever feel like this for anyone ever." Harry took a deep breath. "To put it in three simple words, Draco, I love you. I love you more than anything else in this world and... I'm putting my foot in my mouth aren't I? I'm sorry..."
Harry stopped talking, only to realize that he'd been rambling about things he'd never had a clear nor coherent thought about before this moment. But he just didn't care because he loved Draco. He could finally put a name to what he felt, he was in love. Harry looked up at Draco and met his eyes. He didn't hesitate, not even for a moment, because he knew what he felt was true.
"Draco, I think I love you" he said.
"I think I love you too, Harry" Draco said and leaned in, brushing Harry's cheek with his hand, and kissed him like he'd never be able to do it again, the sweet taste of chocolate spreading through both of their mouths.