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"Harry, we've had chicken for dinner three times this week alone, please can we have something else. I beg of you!" It had been an experience moving in with one another, neither had ever lived with a romantic partner before and had clearly not anticipated the fights that even the littlest, most inconsequential things would cause. For example, what to eat for dinner. It had somehow managed to become a rather contentious argument between the pair. Harry stuck to classic English comfort food, being the only thing he had learnt to cook, and also all that was served at both Hogwarts and the Weasley's, it was what he felt comfortable with.
Draco had a more refined, yet varied palette, having travelled extensively as a child to a remarkable number of tropical destinations. He had experienced cuisines from across the globe, and wanted to share the flavours and tastes of different cultures. Harry however was scared of trying new things, fearful that he wouldn't like any spices or produce that wasn't native to England, something that irritated Draco beyond belief. What was life without experiencing new things, you couldn't stay contained within the small box of what you were comfortable with, there was no excitement.
"They were different types of chicken Draco! You said you wanted a roast too, so I don't see why you're complaining," Harry had reached the point of whining, he wasn't ashamed to admit that he just couldn't be bothered to deal with the argument anymore, even if they did need to desperately go food shopping. He tried to put the image of barren cupboards to the back of mind, unwilling to give in because it was hard.
"Harry, we can't live off chicken alone. You need to experience other things, other foods. You'll end up sick from lack of vitamins and minerals, and we'll both be bored of bland chicken," Draco had taken on a pleading tone to his voice, practically begging that Harry compromise with him and just try something different. Harry supposed that he could give in just this once, he could suffer through one meal if it made Draco happy. He would at least try to do so.
"Fine, you can pick something different. But please don't get something weird and disgusting," Harry could just imagine some of the things that Draco could potentially make him eat. He had witnessed his boyfriend eating octopus and fish eggs, there was no telling what Draco had up his sleeve. He just prayed that it was something recognisable at least.
"Fabulous, I found a delightful recipe for salmon and sticky rice that I think you'll really love," Draco bounced in place, the excitement vibrating from within as he planned out the ingredients they would need. He had waited for this day for so long, to finally be able to cook a meal for Harry that he was willing to try.
"Ew, fish. Does it have to be fish?" It was impossible to not let out the moan of disgust as Harry imagined a big pink fish, flopping about on his plate. He could guarantee that it would be nothing like the crispy cod and salty chips he preferred at the local takeaway, soaked in vinegar and oil.
"Yes it does have to be fish. You agreed to eat something I chose and I'm choosing salmon," with a final furrow of the brows and squint of the eyes, Draco made his way out of the house, leaving Harry to follow behind him. He couldn't help but to let out one final sigh of frustration, realising that compromising, even just once, was going to be painful.