Anniversary Breakfast

Anniversary Breakfast

"Harry!!!" Draco whined at his lover, who was bending over their stove. "I'm hungry! Are you almost done cooking that monstrosity you call a romantic anniversary breakfast?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the blonde's glare. Both of his hands were shoved into oven mitts and he was wearing an apron that said in bold green letters "Shag me, I love leather!" It had been a gift from Draco. Harry raised his spatula threateningly.

"For once in your life could you not act like the little twat that you are?"

Draco put on an innocently hurt face.

"Oh, but Harry, aren't I the love of your life?"

Harry sighed heavily and thwapped him on the head with his spatula.

"Set the table, will you?"

Draco scowled, rubbed his head, and went about setting the table for two.

It had been exactly a year since Harry and Draco moved into their charming little flat in downtown London. It certainly wasn't easy living with Draco, Harry thought, but as he watched the slim blonde humming cheerily to himself as he gathered plates and silverware from their cupboards, he had to admit that it was certainly worth it.

"Why do birds suddenly appeaaar, every time you are neeeear..."Draco waltzed around the kitchen, singing corny muggle music in a tuneless voice. "Just like me, they long to be close to yoooou..." He grabbed Harry's arm and spun under it.

"You," Harry said, waving the spatula and causing little bits of pancake batter to go flying, "Are the strangest, most adorable idiot I have ever met." He took Draco's hand and bowed. "May I have the pleasure of this dance?"

Draco curtsied and placed one hand in Harry's and the other around his waist. Harry leaned against Draco's shoulder. Draco kissed his hair softly and began to sing quietly into his ear.

"This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low..."

Harry never failed to be amazed at Draco's vast wealth of knowledge when it came to muggle music. They stopped their dancing and stood for a moment in each others arms, feeling their hearts beat together, enjoying the warmth of each others arms with simple pleasure only lovers can know. It had only been a year ago. Sometimes it seemed like a lifetime, other times it seemed to have been days since that first kiss. Many things had happened since then, and many things had changed. But no matter what happened to change, their love for each other remained pure, simple, beautiful, and constant, though it grew with every day. Though sometimes Harry longed to throw something large and heavy at Draco's head, and sometimes Draco ached to throttle Harry until he turned colors that haven't been discovered yet, they regretted the bruises they inflicted on each other afterward.

"... It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from
time to time."
Harry remembered their first night here like it was just the other day.

*****
After christening every room in the flat by having wild, passionate sex in all of them, Harry and Draco were quite tired to say the least. It was mid-January, 3:15 in the morning and the only noises to be heard were the soft hissing of the radiators and Draco's soft snoring. Suddenly, Harry shivered and half woke up. Draco had taken all the blankets and sheets and was cocooned tightly in a little ball, smiling contentedly. Harry scowled at his sleeping lover and tugged at the little corner of the sheet that was visible from under Draco's body. Draco murmured and drooled slightly before rolling away, hiding whatever piece of spare blanket Harry could find.

Harry's scowl deepened. He was cold. He wanted a blanket. He nudged Draco again, causing him to roll dangerously close to the edge of the bed. Draco murmured sleepily, not caring that he was inches away from certain death. A wicked grin replaced Harry's scowl and he leaned over to Draco's ear and blew gently in it.

With an almighty thud, Draco landed on the thinly carpeted floor. His arms and legs were trapped inside the knot of blankets and sheets. His eyes half-opened and he struggled vainly for a moment to untangle himself. Harry watched him, smirking.

"Blanket hog."

"Am -*yawn*- not."

"Want a hand?"

"Please?"

"Hm...I'm too tired and cold to help you..."

"Bastard."

"Blanket hog."

In the end, Harry helped Draco to untangle himself. They shared the blankets the rest of the night and kept each other warm and dreamed of each other.

*****

Draco continued to sing.

"... Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so..."

An acrid burning smell reached their nostrils. Harry gasped.

"Draco...The pancakes!!!"

"Uh oh..."

Harry leapt to the stove with a Seeker's grace, snatching the frying pan off the burner before the pancakes caught fire. A grin flashed across his face.

"Saved!"

Draco frowned.

"Harry, you prat, you ruined our romantic anniversary breakfast."

Harry set the pan down on a spare burner and smiled softly.

"I didn't. You're here, I'm here, what more could I ask for?"

Draco returned his smile. Yes, he thought, he's right. We're together and nothing could be better. Through the good times and the bad, that would be one thing that never changed.

Slim but strong arms wound themselves around Harry's waist. His lips found the other man's soft mouth, tasting vaguely of cinnamon and spices and everything so uniquely Harry.

" These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall."