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Draco and Harry were sitting in their dining room in the middle of winter. Hot chocolate mugs empty and the stove was still set on low to keep the house warm, as their heater broke a few weeks ago. It's almost Christmas, and they haven't started decorating yet, so they decided to do something Harry did when he was little. They were making paper snowflakes.
"Ugh!" Draco groans, throwing his materials down onto the table. Harry looks up at him, an amused smile gracing his face.
"What's wrong, Dray?"
Draco glares at his failed attempt of a snowflake. "This is impossible. Why did I agree to this again?" He looks at Harry. Harry giggles a little.
"It really isn't that hard, Draco. See?" Harry holds up his paper that has been turned into a perfect snowflake.
Draco groaned again. "How did yours turn out so bloody perfect?" He glared at the snowflake Harry was holding until Harry started laughing. "What?" Draco asked, crossing his arms.
"Sorry, Dray. I don't mean to laugh at you, but you're getting frustrated over a paper snowflake." Harry laughed.
Draco growled at his husband. "It's not funny Harry. How are you so good at this?"
"Practice, Dray, practice. Remember, I did this every winter with my mum and dad before they died." Harry said, smiling fondly at the memory. Draco nodded and looked back down at the mess he made. "Well, you obviously need practice, so I'll leave you to it, Dray. Look it up on the computer and follow the steps. I'm going to bed now." Harry said, standing. As soon as Harry walked past Draco, Draco grabbed his wrist and pulled him down into his lap.
"No you're not. You are going to help me make a paper snowflake, even if it takes all night." Draco said.
Harry shook his head. "No, I don't think I will. It's not that hard, just look it up." He laughed, wiggling to get out of Draco's lap. Draco held him tighter and kissed his temple. "Why can't I learn from the master? Come on, Love, please?"
Harry shook his head again. "No, you can figure it out yourself. Now let me go~" Draco huffed. Drastic times means drastic measures. He thought, and started tickling Harry.
Harry squirmed even more. "D-Draco! Stop it!" Harry laughed.
"Not until you agree to help me."
Harry pushed Draco away and finally stood up. "Uh uh. Just for that, I'm really not helping you." He pouted, walking away.
"Oh come on, Love! Please?" Draco pleaded.
Harry ignored him and continued to walk to their room, smiling slightly. Draco stood up and followed him. "Babe, I'm sorry! Please just help me with this? You're so good at it, and you make it seem so easy! It's like you're a natural." Draco says, trying to get Harry to come back.
Harry lets out a small giggle. "I'm not going to help you, Draco. You need to figure it out on your own." He says, turning back to Draco and crossing his arms. Draco sighs and walks up to Harry.
"Fine. But your still staying up with me." He says, picking Harry up and plopping down into his chair again.
Harry rolls his eyes. "Nope. We are not doing this again."
"Who says you had a choice?" Draco says cockily. Harry looks at him.
"Oh, I have a choice, and my choice is not to stay up." Harry tries to stand up, but Draco just tightens his grip. "Dammit, Draco. Let me go!"
Draco kisses the back of his neck and lets his grip lighten. "Fine. Go to bed then. See if I care." He pouts, crossing his arm. Harry rolls his eyes at his husband's dramatics.
"Whatever, Dray. You'll be fine. I'll even pull up a video of someone making them so you can follow along."
Merlin. I really hope this child doesn't turn out like him, although I hope they have his looks. Harry thinks, looking at his stomach and smiling fondly. Draco looks at him and shakes his head at his husband's strange actions. "Babe, what are you smiling about?" Harry looks at him and his smile grows.
"Nothing. Just thinking about what's going to happen in the future with us."
Draco grabs Harry and kisses him softly.
"Don't think too far into the future, or you'll find ways to kill me sooner." Draco laughs. Harry laughs along with him.
"I highly doubt I could find ways to kill you, Dray. Although, now that you mention it..." Harry trails off, smirking at Draco who's face held a scared expression.
"Harry, are you plotting to kill your husband?" Draco asks. Harry shakes his head, smirk turning into a full on smile.
"No, I couldn't ever actually kill you. I may want to strangle you at times, but I would never go through with killing you." Draco nods and kisses Harry's temple once more, then turns back to the mess on the table.
"Alright. We need to finish these before it gets too late. We both do still have to go to work tomorrow morning."
Harry nodded and picked up a pair of scissors and a paper, folding the paper into a small square, and cuts the snowflake. He feels lips on his neck again and sighs. "Dray, maybe if you actually paid attention to what I was doing, you would know how to do this."
Draco chuckles. "Alright. I'll try to pay attention."