This is just a little drabble I cooked up.

"I think it's trying to eat us," Draco scoffed, his beautiful face pinched in disgust. He poked at his plate with his fork, letting out a squeak of derision. "This is just—" he settled his grey eyes on Harry and whined. "I can't Harry."

"Yes, you can," Harry bit out. Merlin, his boyfriend could be melodramatic sometimes. "Eat," he ordered through bites of his, frankly, delicious dinner.

Draco made a disgruntled noise at the back of his throat and pushed his fork around his plate again. He stared at his dinner with wide, disturbed eyes. His hand quivered as he dropped the silverware onto the table and scooted his chair closer to his boyfriend. "Please, Harry," he begged with innocent eyes.

Only someone with a heart of steel could resist Draco when he was like this—small and vulnerable. Fortunately, Harry had had plenty of experience with the blond. He sighed, rolled his eyes and shifted his chair away from the table. "Well, come on," he opened his arms and welcomed the lapful of blond. "You're ridiculous, you know that," he murmured against Draco's temple and rubbed his back.

Draco nuzzled into Harry's neck with a sniff. "Sod off," he muttered. His pouty lips catching on Harry's skin, making it break out in gooseflesh. "I can't believe you actually expected me to eat that drivel."

Harry let out a faint huff and squeezed the blond tighter. "Drivel? Dray, those were just some roasted vegetables."

"Whatever," Draco drawled, "I want some Honeydukes."

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