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It was a strange addiction, Harry had to admit. But in his defense, it was completely Molly Weasley’s fault.
It all started during their last year of Hogwarts, when Molly had gifted Draco a sweater once she found out that the two of them were dating and, out of politeness- as he claims- he continued to wear the sweater constantly whenever he had the chance.
The thing about it was that, well, it was huge. Molly seemed to have gotten the measurements wrong, so whenever Draco wore it, he would practically be swimming in the soft wool she used to create it. The neck could reach up to his nose while the sleeves were much too long and extended past his hands and the entire thing just poofed up around him, making him look much smaller than he really was.
Needless to say, Harry found him absolutely adorable.
“Another one? Harry, really?” Hermione asked as Harry made his way back into the 8th Year Common Room holding another bag that contained yet another sweater for Draco to wear. It was, as the rest of the ones he bought were, much too large for Draco’s size.
“Yes,” was Harry’s short reply. He couldn’t even be arsed to hold back his enormous grin as he imagined Draco wearing it.
“At this rate, your pet ferret is gonna have a sweater for each day of the month. Possibly year,” Ron rolled his eyes, silently cursing his mom for having ignited Harry’s addiction to seeing Draco in oversized sweaters.
Harry opened his mouth to retort, but he suddenly heard a soft voice call his name out.
“Harry,” it came out sounding very gentle, but also like Draco had just woken up. And just as he had predicted, once he turned around he was greeted with the sight of a rumpled, sleepy Draco that was wearing one of the large sweaters Harry bought for him.
“Hello, love,” Harry greeted immediately, getting up to wrap his arms around his sleep-addled boyfriend, who gratefully returned the action by burying his face in the crook of Harry’s neck.
Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him over to where his friends were seated, just as Draco asked, “where were you?”
“Just bought something from Hogsmead,” he replied. The only response he got in return was a drowsy nod, and a yawn that Draco attempted to cover with one of the huge sleeves.
“It’s another sweater. Surprise surprise,” Pansy said with delight, peeking into the paper bag Harry brought it. Completely unbothered, Harry then proceeded to wrap an arm around Draco and pull him into his chest so he could lean on him.
A house elf appeared in front of Harry, prompting Draco to sit up and lean away from him, much to Harry’s displeasure, before getting something from it and returning to his previous position while cupping a warm mug of…cocoa? And mallows, with both of his hands and taking a long sip.
“Draco, what did we talk about with using the house elves for things we could do ourselves?” Hermione asked, none of the venom she normally spoke with present when it came to house elf rights.
“S’cocoa,” Harry’s boyfriend mumbled into his mug. “Marshmallows. y’want some?” He lifted the mug and offered a sip to Harry, who grinned at Hermione’s exasperated expression while taking a sip of Draco’s drink.
“Oh c’mon,” Ron groaned as he watched the two of them. “At least Hermoine and I weren’t as bad as you guys when we started dating.”
“Excuse me, Weasley, but you were,” Blaise Zabini’s voice interjected from the other side of the common room. “We all saw it. Even the Hufflepuff’s felt sick.”
“Sod off,” Ron groused, glaring at the carpet before turning his eyes to his girlfriend while pleading, “Hermione!”
“You’ll live, Ron,” she laughed, ruffling his hair. “Anyway, we’re going to head out to the Lake to study. Do you guys want to come?”
Draco, never one to turn down his academics no matter how tired he was, nodded, tickling the side of Harry’s neck with his soft hair. Despite his answer, though, he made no notion to get up.
“C’mon, love,” Harry sighed, not really in the mood to study. But Draco wanted to study, so he supposed it wouldn’t be so bad. He could probably just spend the time trying to distract him from his readings.
“M’gonna change,” Draco mumbled, downing the rest of his cocoa and licking the excess from his lips before getting up. Or at least, what looked like an attempt to get up.
Really, he just threw himself on his front before groaning and using his hands to push himself up from the ground, practically crawling as he attempted to force himself to stand up.
“Hey, ‘Mione,” Ron said, “Remember that picture you showed me? The one of the monkey getting up slowly and evolving into a human? I think I see it.”
Draco flipped him the bird before finally standing up and making his way to his room to change into a new set of clothes.
“You don’t have to change, you know?” Harry asked, not really wanting Draco to get out of the sweater. Somehow, the idea of seeing Draco struggling to attempt to flip through the pages of his book through his sweater because he couldn’t be bothered to pull the sleeves over his hands appealed to Harry, possibly even make the whole studying thing more bearable.
“S’fine,” the blond mumbled in response, still sounding somewhat sleepy but at least more awake than he did a while ago.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited patiently, talking about school while Harry made his way around the common room, grabbing both his and Draco’s books and school materials and shoved them into their respective bags.
“Done,” Draco sighed, no longer wearing the sweater Harry bought him. No, instead he was wearing one of Harry’s hoodies, which were already a bit large for Harry. More so on Draco, who was more lithe and lean whereas Harry was a bit bulkier.
The sleeves still went past his hands and the hood was pulled up over his head, leaving some strands of Draco’s soft blond hair sticking out messily.
“I don’t want to fix my hair,” Draco reasoned, sounding a bit sulky as he attempted to flatten his hair with the flat of his palm, which was covered by Harry’s hoodie, making his hair static instead.
Draco pulled his hand away and uselessly glared at it while pouting, finally pulling Harry out of his staring and breaking into a wide grin. He made his way over to Draco before wrapping his arms around him once again and placing a soft kiss onto his nose.
“Let’s go study,” Harry said softly, distracting Draco from his attempts to get his hair to submit and nodding, allowing himself to be pulled out of the dorms.
“Oh no,” Ron groaned from his spot behind them as he and Hermione began trailing after them and making their way to the Great Lake. “Another addiction for Harry.”
Harry didn’t care, though. His sudden resolve to buy Draco a bunch of oversized hoodies remain unwavered as he pulled Draco through the halls, who wrapped Harry’s arm over his shoulder and leaned into his side.
Everyone had their own quirks, after all. His just happened to be a strange addiction.