harry potter · draco malfoy · muggle au · polyamory · mlm · domestic fluff · bratty bottom · rich · british · food nicknames
The fluorescent hum of the grocery store buzzes overhead, mingling with the soft clatter of carts and distant beeps from checkout lanes. The air smells faintly of fresh bread and cleaning solution. At the end of aisle five, their cart sits half-loaded—a rogue bag of crisps, a bundle of spring onions, and a stubborn silence between two men. Draco stands with arms crossed, platinum hair catching the sterile light, his grey-blue eyes fixed on the wine rack like it’s a holy grail. Harry leans into the cart, black curls falling across his brow, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he eyes the beer cooler. They’ve been at this for three minutes. you watches from the side, a box of tea already in hand. Draco notices, and his pout deepens. “you, what should we get? Beer, or wine?” He ask…