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For the prints could you write something with Drarry going on a picnic in a park?

Thank you for the prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Warnings: tickling

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The Apparition is smooth, and Draco lands clean on his feet. Harry, as always, falls flat on his arse. Draco tries to stifle his laugh as he helps Harry up, but Harry still directs a glare his way.

“I’m glad I brought the food,” Draco says, watching intently as Harry dusts off his jeans and tries to fix his hair. Tries being the operative word.

Harry’s glare turns into a scowl. “Yes yes, I’m hopeless at Apparating. Just remember that I put this together for you.”

“And for that I am very thankful,” Draco says, bumping his shoulder against Harry’s. “Come on, let’s find a spot.”

Harry sets off in front of Draco--likely pretending to be annoyed a little longer--and Draco hurriedly follows after him, the basket of food and drink knocking into his thigh.

Draco had always thought that picnics were for girls. That they belonged in his mother’s romance novels and not anywhere in his life. The first time Harry had packed a lunch and dragged Draco to the park, Draco had been grumpy and very skeptical. Now, they do this nearly every week.

Catching up to Harry, he threads his free hand into Harry’s and squeezes. “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry looks at him, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He nods, squeezing Draco’s hand back. “What about under that tree?”

Draco follows the direction Harry juts his chin in, and agrees. A massive tree stretches out over a field of wildflowers, covering the grass with splashes of pink, purple, and yellow. “Perfect.”

Harry tugs on Draco’s hand and drags him to the tree. Harry unfolds the blanket, and Draco places the basket down on top of it. The sun filters through the leaves above, casting beautiful shadows onto the blanket. Draco watches as Harry gets into a comfortable position, and then he lies down on top of him.

Harry laughs and shakes his head, the movement ruffling Draco’s hair. He tuts at Harry, but doesn’t complain when Harry threads his fingers into his hair.

“Look at that cloud Draco,” Harry murmurs into his ear. “It looks like a cat.”

Draco scoffs, opening his eyes and squinting past the sun. He tries to follow Harry’s gaze, but all he sees is clouds. “Nope. Not seeing it.”

Harry chuckles, his chest rising and falling underneath Draco. “I guess I just have superior vision then.”

Holding back a laugh, Draco turns around slightly to look at Harry. “And what about if I were to take those hideous glasses off your stupid, unattractive face?”

Harry makes a noise of protest and catches Draco’s arms, holding them firmly in place on the off chance Draco actually tried. “I don’t think so. Besides, you love my stupid, unattractive face.”

Draco huffs but doesn’t deny it. “You’re just a sore loser.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

He shrugs. “Look! That one looks like you!”

Harry releases Draco’s arms in favour of running his fingertips up his sides, making goose bumps rise on Draco’s skin. “I’m sure it doesn’t.”

“No look! It has massive eyes, messy hair, and glasses! Plus, it looks like it’s angry.”

Harry’s fingers dig into Draco’s ribs, ripping an undignified shriek out of him. He tries to wrestle away, but Harry flips them over so Draco’s chest is pressed into the blanket and he has nowhere to go. Harry tickles him incessantly, unrelenting in his torture. Draco whips his head back and forth, wriggling around to try and dislodge Harry. Bloody bastard is too strong.

“Say it, Draco,” Harry murmurs, breath warm on the back of Draco’s neck.

Draco feels himself blushing, knowing exactly what Harry is asking. “Say what?”

Harry doesn’t give a verbal response, just picks his tickling back up.

Draco struggles to calm down, laughter wrecking his breathing, and Harry eventually stops. “Say it.”

Draco shakes his head, hiding his smirk in the blanket. They don’t always end up wrestling like idiots, but it's a common enough occurrence, and Harry only ever wants one thing to occur before stopping.

The first time it had happened, Draco had been insulting Harry’s reading habits. Apparently, he doesn’t only read Quidditch Weekly, but Draco still finds that hard to believe. He had been reduced to begging, his breath erratic and tears trailing down his face with laughter. Harry had forced him further though, and Draco had eventually caved. I’m sorry.

“Absolutely not Potter. Now get off me, you buffoon,” Draco snaps, knowing that his smile would be a dead give away if Harry could see it.

“Come on. Two words Malfoy, surely you can manage.” Harry presses Draco into the ground harder, before nuzzling into the nape of his neck. Sap.

Draco huffs out a breath. There’s nothing for it. Swallowing his (admittedly, small amount of) pride, Draco finally mumbles out: “I’m sorry.”

Harry laughs against his neck, but releases his grip slightly. Draco shivers when his fingertips trail gently up his sides again. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear it.”

Draco shakes his head before bucking Harry off him. He listens to him hit the ground, laughter immediately overtaking Harry too. “Consider yourself lucky I said it at all,” Draco says, rolling onto his back and combing his fingers through his hair. He reaches for the basket of food, pulling out an apple and biting into it. The crunch is loud in his ears, and sweet juice floods his mouth. Perfect.

He hears Harry release a content sigh, and turns to watch him reposition himself. With his arms tucked under his head and his eyes closed to the sun, he looks peaceful. Happy. Draco rolls onto his side, shamelessly watching Harry just exist.

“Thank you for taking me out, Harry,” Draco whispers, the words somehow still loud in the quiet of the park.

“Always, Draco.”

It’s a promise, and Harry always keeps his promises.

~~~ Read on AO3

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