For the Drabble Game Challenge, CharlieDraco, "I like it when you hold my hand.", for Bex
"You weren't even scared!" Draco accuses, narrowing his eyes at Charlie.
Now that the adrenaline has died down, and the Muggle attraction is far behind them, Draco seems to be thinking clearly again. Charlie grins at his boyfriend. "Of course not," he confirms, trying not to laugh at the flicker of betrayal that crosses Draco's face. "I work with dragons all day. It would take more than a few Muggles in costume to scare me."
"But you held my hand! You kept moving closer to me," Draco insists. "I thought you wanted me to protect you!"
"I like it when you hold my hand," Charlie explains, softening. "A fake haunted house seemed like a good excuse to make sure you did that."
Draco scowls. Charlie fears that maybe he has wounded his pride. He hasn't considered that maybe Draco had enjoyed feeling like his bodyguard, that maybe Draco needs to feel needed.
Charlie takes Draco by the hand, craning his neck and kissing his boyfriend gently on the lips. "I'm sorry. You just get so nervous about holding my hand in public. It's to be expected. You're breaking your family's tradition by loving me."
Draco smiles. "Maybe we could go out for dinner," he suggests. "I'll hold your hand, and you won't have to pretend to be scared."
Charlie grins. "Deal."