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It had been during one of these times that Draco had first told Harry he loved him, and from then on Harry had come to think of the chair as something more than just another piece of furniture.
Now he settled himself in the inflatable chair, hugging his knees to his chest and resting his chin on them.
So Harry had finally given up and left the wizarding world altogether, determined to put the past behind him and start over, taking with him nothing but an old green inflatable chair.
Harry had come home one day to find his lover sitting alone in the inflatable armchair, waiting for him.
They would sit together in that inflatable chair every night and talk and bicker and laugh and cuddle, and it had brought Harry a measure of happiness no matter how dark the days got.
It landed on the inflatable armchair he stubbornly insisted on keeping in that inconspicuous little corner, a muggle item and therefore the only one from his wizarding days that he could still keep without arousing suspicion in his family.
Draco, however, hadn't seemed to mind that they couldn't afford any decent furniture other than a bed, a table, and a couple of hard wooden chairs.
It had taken an astonishingly short time for their good-natured bickering to turn into all-out fights not unlike the ones they had had as schoolboys, and for them to stop speaking and avoid each other for days and then weeks at a time while the inflatable chair was left empty and forgotten.
Notes:For the Furniture Challenge on Armchair Slash, in which I attempt to make a story about something as cute and fluffy as an inflatable chair angsty >.
When he came home in the evenings his wife would make dinner and he would eat, take the dog out for a walk around the neighborhood, watch TV, and go to bed.
Instead, he had gone out and bought an inflatable armchair in place of a real one, telling his lover that he had chosen a green one because it reminded him of Harry's eyes.
Armchair Slash : Fiction : Challenges : Furniture : On Nights Like This by Tracy
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