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The burgundy-red front door of their terraced house opened with a slight creak, and Draco heard the sound of work boots on hardwood flooring and the small squeaking of them coming off. Harry was home.
Draco just stood where he was in the kitchen, knowing, from a routine that they'd fallen into at some point in the two years they'd been together, that Harry would come to him. Probably after ogling and cooing at their (well, technically Harry's, Draco merely tolerated the thing) fluffy, honey-colored Holland Lop.
When Harry had stepped through the door, he looked at the green ceramic pot of red lilies that sat on a darkwood table by the front door. He always did look at them, especially as they were replaced every week. The red flowers were awfully special because he and Draco always went to these fields in Wiltshire, the ones that Draco had known and played in as a young child, just to pick them.
Harry could smell the warm scent of roasted vegetables and cooking meat, probably steak, he guessed. He could also hear the sound of pans and utensils clacking, and sizzling to go with it.
Something small and furry ran across the living room with a little hop as Harry walked through it. The said ball of fur immediately bumped into Harry's calf, and Harry cooed. "Hello, Butterscotch," Harry purred as he picked him up, "did you miss me, baby?".
"Although I think there's someone who missed me more," he muttered to Butterscotch.
Harry walked through the living room and into the kitchen, with Butterscotch still in his arms, as he did quite adore the little ball of fluff.
Harry immediately saw Draco at the stove, stirring something, and visibly lit up. He crossed the room a little faster, as he was obviously eager to see the blonde, and pressed his side into Draco's. Harry then, after nuzzling Draco's neck for a moment, pressed a soft kiss to his pale cheek.
"Hello to you, too," Draco said. He smiled as he looked over at Harry, and Harry's entire face lit up even more. Every time Draco smiled or laughed, genuinely laughed, Harry always felt like he was reliving the first Christmas he ever had, where he'd gotten his first and possibly one of his most meaningful presents. Harry felt even more joyous when he knew that Draco was smiling because Harry had made him smile.
"Hi," Harry smiled back.
"I'm glad you're home," Draco phrased.
"I'm glad I am, too," Harry responded.
Harry set the honey-colored furball down on the ground and hugged Draco, wrapping his arms around his waist. Draco slightly hugged him back and pressed his cheek to Harry's dark and soft ringlet curls.
"I could stay like this forever," Harry muttered.
"Then stay," Draco murmured.
"Always," Harry whispered, "always, always, always."