-uniform (even if Draco ordered something from another restaurant), that stretched nicely around his bicebs and arse. All that delivery running and fights with Draco's delivery guys done him good.
So naturally, next time Draco orders 2 pizzas and invites the boy inside.

-food, fighting with another delivery guy. Five minutes later Harry is on Draco's doorstep with his order, stuttering greetings and "enjoy your meal".
It's then Draco realizes that since he moved in, he'd never seen any other delivery guys. Only this boy, in pizzeria-

-their weapons, as they in the middle of fighting evil again, thus time together. I want the real enemies to lovers and all the burning pain of loving someone who hates your guts.

-Harry's hand, draggs him outside, declaring:
"The Grand Finale!" And shoots the last powerful spell at the building, enveloping it in smoke and blazing tongues.
He kisses Harry hard on a mouth as the Manor collapses and Harry thinks he'd never been so in love with this crazy man

-like Bellatrix with that wicked glint in his eyes. Draco laughs as he sends the curtains into flames: "BEST. BIRTHDAY. GIFT. EVER!" he screams. Harry laughs too. They smash some more marble, burn some more of the old wood until it's hard to walk through the ruins. Draco grabs-

-instead his husband turns and smashes the tall windows with a crazy smile. They pop one by one, like soap bubbles, and Draco only laughs.
He skippes down the hall, setting the grumbling and screaming portraits on fire. Harry's is as amused as he terrified, Draco looks a lot-

.... and that was a cozy Christmas story about silly teenagers in love, brought to you by yours truly, ennio and everyone who voted on the poll 😘😌

-“Well,” he said, forcing nonchalance, “I suppose I’ll have to come with you now. Can’t waste the charms on this thing.”
Harry laughed, bright and boyish. “You look good in green.”
“I know,” Draco replied smoothly, nose up, as he stepped outside, Harry right on his heals.

-in Draco's stomach, but he squashed it immediately. Reaching out he took the sweater and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.
It was warm, soft, and smelled faintly of cedar and something distinctly Potter.
He adjusted the hem and looked up, trying not to smirk-

-Ginny? Everyone knows we're not... She's not my girlfriend." Harry sighed. But when Draco still looked suspiciously at the sweater added, "I lent her this sweater once. She packed all her clothes to go home and didn’t realize it was going to get chilly.”
Something thrilled-

-keep you warm.. if you still want to come with me, that is.”
Draco eyed the sweater, then narrowed his gaze at Harry. “I doubt your girlfriend will be thrilled if I start wearing the clothes you so generously share with her.”
“Girlfriend?" Harry frowned, confused "You mean”-

-of winter wind rush in. Draco shivered involuntarily. Harry noticed immediately. Without hesitation, he unbuttoned his cloak, tugged off the Weasley sweater he was wearing, and held it out to Draco, putting a cloak back on.
“It’s charmed,” Harry said with a crooked grin. “It’ll-

-and that I'll be waiting outside your dorms after breakfast and if you didn't feel like it you should just ignore the offer, so..."
"Oh," was all Draco managed
Before he could think of something remotely intelligent to say, the grand door to the courtyard opened letting a blast-

-meant to-" the more Draco rambled, the higher Harry's eyebrows went, until they disappeared completely into the mess of his curly fringe.
He stopped Draco with a hand, then coughed awkwardly.
"I, well," he coughed again, "I just asked if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade with me,-