Additional Tags: Established Relationship

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Harry checked through his closet, then looked again, slower. He frowned to himself and dug through the laundry hamper. He was certain he had folded his christmas jumper last night and put it away. It wasn't due to be washed yet though Draco teased him constantly for wearing it.

He headed downstairs, calling as he went, "Draco? Have you seen my jumper?"

"No," Came the muffled response from the living room.

Harry shivered and shook his head and went to the kitchen, sometimes he left them over the back of a chair. No such luck. He decided to check the coat rack by the front door, he had left his jumpers in stranger places.

"Are you sure you haven't seen it?" He called absently, "It's the blue one with the snowflakes."

"Nope."

Harry sorted through the coats, no jumper. He sighed, rubbing his arms and walking slowly back to the living room to warm up by the fire. He'd just have to wear a Weasley jumper until-

He stopped in the doorway.

Draco was stretched out on the couch, a book propped open on his chest, wearing a vibrant blue jumper covered in white glittery snowflakes.

"And you haven't seen my jumper?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

Draco's gaze flicker up from the book briefly and then he very deliberately slumped down into the couch, the jumper sliding up to his chin and bunching around his chest, "No."

"Oh." Harry leaned against the doorframe, "Are you certain?"

Draco shifted in the large fluffy jumper so that the collar crept up over his nose and pulled the sleeves up so that only the tips of his fingers poked out to hold the book up. He looked over at Harry, his eyes wide with contrived innocence and shook his head, "Haven't the faintest notion, Potter."

Harry sighed, "That's a shame. It's very comfortable. And very warm."

"Mhmhmm." Draco hummed appreciatively.

He couldn't stop the grin that spread over his face. Shaking his head, he walked over to the couch and straddled Draco's thighs, "You're a menace, Malfoy."

Draco lifted his head, the book dropping to the floor unheeded as Harry leaned forward.

Harry fingered the hem of the soft jumper as he kissed Draco, nipping his bottom lip and following it with is tongue. Draco sighed into the kiss and cupped the back of Harry's neck.

Harry slid his fingers under the jumper, tracing the edge of Draco's trousers and shoved his ice cold hands against Draco's stomach, laughing maniacally as Draco yelped and tried to shove him off.

"You monster-" Draco protested, squirming and twisting until they fell off the couch entirely.

Harry took the brunt of it, landing on his back and turning his laughter into a wheeze.

Draco sat up, keeping all his weight firmly on Harry's chest, "You're dead to me."

"Sorry?" Harry breathed with a crooked grin.

Draco narrowed his eye, "Apology not accepted. You're exiled from the living room." He stood up and straightened Harry's jumper before crossing his arms over his chest.

"Aw, come on-"

"No." Draco said and pointed to the doorway, "Out."

"Fine," Harry sighed, because it had been entirely worth it, and headed to the kitchen to make apology hot chocolate.