Even if it meant that he was bone tired after a hard and stressful day at the Auror office.
Because then he would find Draco curled up on the couch, sound asleep with drool on his cheek because he had dozed off while waiting for him even though he was clearly exhausted from his own day at Mungos.
Harry’s heart would swell three sizes at the sight, threatning to explode.
Then he would carry Draco to bed, all the while Draco tried to wake up and ask about his day, mumbling sleepily against his neck.
Harry would just kiss him on the forehead and hold him a little tighter because Dear Merlin! he loved Draco so much.
And then, when they finally got in bed, Draco would snuggle up against him and literally meltinto his arms as if his home has returned tohim.
Harry loved coming home on time.
Because then he would get to pick up take out on the way and catch Draco right when he was getting out of his after-work shower, all fresh and soft and smelling like apples. Looking so vulnerable and open in Harry’s too big t-shirt and his silk pajamas, his hair wet and all his defences down.
And Harry would get to kiss Draco, soft and tender, and hard and rough and passionate and yearning and all the way he could, and Draco would kiss back and it would lead to Harry bending Draco over the counter and fucking him silly.
Then they would have dinner together while gossiping about their day, and after that watch telly with his head laying on Draco’s lap as Draco ran his fingers through his hair.
Later that night they would make love and fall asleep into each others arms only to wake up the next day and have lazy morning sex before rushing off to work.
Harry loved coming home early.
Because then he would get to prepare a nice home cooked meal for his husband and set a romantic table with wine and candles so Draco could relax and finally unwind.
He loved the look of surprise on Draco’s face when he returned and found Harry home already waiting for him, and the pleased smile that took over his face when Harry wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close mumbling “I missed you,” before kissing him.
He especialy loved the way Draco practically glowed at seeing the table set up for their home-date ritual.
Harry would take his bag and coat and massage his shoulders while listening to him rant about his day with the most animated gestures, complaining about his stern mentor or talk about a new hilarious or interesting medical case he came across. (And on rare occasions he would let Harry hold him and take care of him while he cried because someone had died, or he had been unable to help someone and was forced to give a family the bad news).
And then they would have dinner where Draco half ate half seduced Harry by making the most erotic pleased sounds which were downright pornographic sometimes.
Then they would take a nice shower together where they definitely had steamy shower sex and Harry fucked Draco against the wall letting out all the pent up sexual tension that Draco had been building up since dinner.
On these days they would head to bed early and Harry would get to watch Draco read a book the size of a brick with his ridiculous but totaly sexy reading glasses on, or Harry would read something himself with Draco curled up against him, dozing off as Harry gently stroked his side.
Most of all, Harry loved coming home to Draco.And he loved having Draco come home to him.
a/n: requested by my dearest hufflepuff, @fitzfiles i’m so soft for draco
You sat curled up in the Hufflepuff common room, your thick herbology book resting on your lap. Cedric was beside you on the couch in his golden quidditch sweater, smiling kindly at you.
“Do you see? In order to care for the mandrakes, you must bury them in the soil like this,” you showed Cedric your notes. Every Friday afternoon was spent tutoring Cedric in herbology after your shared class.
“Yes. You’re much better than Sprout at explaining it. You should become the new herbology professor when the bloke finally retires.” Cedric grinned at you.
“IlikeProfessor Sprout! That would be fun though!” You giggled.
“Oi, Y/N! Your boyfriend is griping to be let in here,” One of the Hufflepuff girls called to you as she entered the common room. You smiled at her apologetically, squeezing Cedric’s shoulder as you stood. You walked to the painting, letting it swing open to reveal Draco Malfoy.
“Hi,” you smiled at him, and he gazed at you softly with a loving smile. His usual arrogance and sharpness was gone from his expression as he looked at you with utter adoration.
“Hi, darling,” he stepped into the common room, kissing your forehead lightly.
“Cedric.” He nodded, greeting your best friend. Draco had been a bit prickly toward him when the two of you first began dating, but he warmed up when he realized that Cedric wasn’t a threat.
“We’re not quite finished. Do you mind?”
“I’ll wait. You can’t go in this anyways.” he said, nodding to your school uniform you hadn’t changed out of.
“I know, darling. It’s warm in here and I haven’t had the chance to change.”
You walked back over to the couch, and he sat on the floor on a golden cushion, his head resting against your thigh. You lightly ran your fingertips through his snowy white locks as you leaned over your herbology book, helping Cedric identify the differences between the plants for your O.W.L.S.
The other Hufflepuffs no longer stared at Draco, now used to having him in their common room. Draco was often hanging around, enjoying the warmth and coziness, and the way he was welcomed. He found that he much preferred it to the chilly, marble elegance of the Slytherin commons.
One of the second-year girls walked over, setting down a plate of pumpkin pastries.
“Y/N, Draco, Cedric, have some,” She said sweetly, smiling at the three of you and sitting down across from the Slytherin prince.
“Draco, would you maybe look at my potions paper? I swear Professor Snape hates me, and I’m nervous.” She asked shyly, and Draco sat up.
“Of course, let me see.” He took the paper from her hand, and she moved to sit beside him. You smiled down at your boyfriend, and the kind way he spoke to her.
“This is great, but you should add here that polyjuice potion takes a long time to make…” He fell into soft chatter with her, showing her where her paper could be stronger. Draco was gentle, careful to praise the younger student on what she did well. It warmed your heart, and you turned back to finish with Cedric.
“This is perfect. I’ll put in a good word for you too, with Snape. Please, I’m always happy to help you or tutor you if you need it, alright?” he asked her as she stood.
“Thanks, Draco.”
“Of course.”
“I love it when you’re sweet.” You said, leaning down over Draco and kissing the tip of his nose. He stood, helping you to your feet and taking your heavy textbook for you.
“I’m still mean!” He teasingly defended himself and you shook your head at him with a small smile.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Pansy that you’re secretly nice,” you teased back and he followed you to your dorm.
He set your textbook down on your desk, mindlessly folding the various clothing you had tossed over the back of your chair or top of the trunk at the end of your bed. He was extremely neat, always folding your clothes or putting things back in their places whenever he visited your dorm.
“Y/N, is this my quidditch sweater I’ve been looking for?” He asked as you pulled a yellow Hufflepuff jumper over your head, letting it fall over your black skinny jeans.
“Um, no, it belongs to my other boyfriend who plays on the Slytherin quidditch team,” you answered with a straight face.
“You’re dating Theo behind my back?” Draco asked, humor laced in his voice.
“No, sorry, the other one,” you bit back a giggle as he reached for you, tickling your sides and making you squeal.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m yours, Draco!” You squealed, trying to escape as your laughter interrupted your breathing.
“That’s right. You’re mine,”his voice dropped a few octaves, making you shudder with a small smile on your face.
“It doesn’t smell like you anymore. You can have it back.”
“Oh, I can have it back?” he smirked, pulling. you into a kiss.
“But I want another one in return.”
“Y/N, that jumper is mine too. And that one.” He pointed, and you rolled your eyes.
“You have plenty. You can share.”
“Come on, let’s get going.”
Draco wrapped a scarf around your neck and fastened the buttons on the coat like you were a child. You knew he was just doing it because he cared, and you let him, taking any affection you could get from Draco.
“Where are your gloves, honey?”
“I don’t know,” you admitted, and he frowned.
“It’s cold, you can’t keep losing them.”
“I know, let’s go now. I’ll find them later, for next time,” you begged.
“You can hold my hands so they don’t get cold, and my coat has pockets.”
“Alright, love, come on,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you to him as you apparated to Diagon Alley.
You shivered as snowflakes gently dusted into your hair, the freezing air nipping at your skin. You squeezed Draco’s hand, and he led you through the bustling street, weaving through groups of people. Draco was right, it was cold, but you didn’t dare complain, not wanting a lecture from your boyfriend about how you should keep better track of your gloves and hat.
“Y/N, go ahead,” he gently pushed you in front of him as he opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron, helping the two of you escape the cold.
Draco kept a hand on the small of your back, leading you through the crowded pub. You squeezed through the crowded area, and ascended a flight of stairs to the second level. You smiled when you saw your favorite spot was open, a window bench with lots of pillows and a street view. You took a seat in the large round window, and Draco settled beside you.
“What can I get for you two?” A waitress asked.
“Butterbeer for us both, please.” You said politely, and Draco added vanilla cookies. She smiled and promised to have your order soon.
“Thanks for helping me escape school. I needed some “us time” away from it all,” you told Draco, who planted a kiss to your lips. He tasted like sage and vanilla, and his kiss was sweet and gentle.
“Of course, I love spending time with you,” Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, and you leaned into his side, your head resting on his shoulder. He turned and kissed the crown of your head, his fingers lightly tracing the embroidery on the sleeve of the coat you wore.
The waitress returned with your drinks, and you grinned, leaning forward and wrapping your hands around one of the glass mugs. Draco smiled at your excitement. He loved seeing you happy, even if it was over small things, like a warm drink on a cold day. You were so sweet.You were kind to everyone, especially him, and he loved you for it. You were the breath of fresh air and the gentleness he needed in his life, and he was profoundly in love with you. He adored you, and he was secretly happy when you stole his sweaters, because he loved to give them to you.
A tiny silver necklace with a moon charm always rested beneath your collar, matching the one he war. He’d given it to you as a gift on your birthday, three years ago when the two of you started dating, and you never took it off. It made him happy to see you wear it proudly. Sometimes, he would watch you from afar, seeing your fingers touch the pendant lightly whenever you missed him. He’d walk up to you then, and see your face light up with joy when you saw him.
“Draco, can I have one of your vanilla cookies?” you asked sweetly, looking up at your boyfriend expectantly.
He held out the plate to you, and you picked up the top one off the small pile with a smile. You bit into the soft cookie, smiling at him gratefully. He kissed your cheek, and you fed him a piece. He lightly nipped at your fingertip, making you squeal with delighted laughter.
“Don’t bite!” You giggled, pecking his lips, which now tasted like sugar and butterbeer.
“M’sorry, love,” Draco laughed, not sorry at all.
The two of you played chess on the tabletop with a small set the pub had while you drank the butterbeer and finished off the cookies. You watched the snow fall outside, and Draco tried to teach you chess strategies, though you were mostly lost.
“That’s alright. It’s getting late, anyway.” Draco said when the two of you got stuck in your match, the empty mugs long forgotten. You looked up, seeing that the sun had set, and the only light outside came from buzzing street lamps.
You held Draco’s hand tightly as you stepped out into the cold night, burying your face in his shoulder as the two of you walked back to a side street where you could apparate back to Hogwarts without being seen. You held your breath as Draco waved his wand, and you were suddenly back in your dormitory, disturbing your once-sleeping cat.
“Will you stay?” You asked Draco, and he nodded, a small smile pulling at his lips.
“Of course.” He kissed you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you.
You hung up your coat and scarf, slipping your boots off and placing them in the bottom of the wardrobe. Draco draped his slacks, sweater, and undershirt over your chair, and pulled one of his jumpers you had stolen over his head. You stripped before pulling another over your head, his last name stitched on the chest. You turned to see Draco was pulling down your duvet, and you smiled at him softly.
You walked over, freeing your hair from your plait and picking up your brush from the dresser. Draco’s pale fingers wrapped around the brush, prying it from your grasp. You smiled up at him as he gently brushed the tangles from your hair, helping you get ready for bed. You sat on the sheets, knees pulled to your chest, and Draco softly dragging the brush through your hair. You were nearly asleep when he finished, yawning as you sat up.
“Get some sleep, love.” He slipped into bed behind you, pulling the duvet to cover you both. He murmured a spell to shut off the lights, darkness falling gently over the two of you.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest, settling with you into his arms.
“Goodnight, Draco.” You whispered, and he kissed the back of your head.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
Oh this is so soft!! I love seeing the soft side of Draco! He deserves all the love
