Draco Malfoy x Reader fics

early mornings [d.m.]

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draco malfoy x reader

prompt: 19.  by ​

word count: 455

summary: draco can't help but be cheeky as you get ready with him in the morning to start the day.

Draco's bed creaks as you move the covers off of your body and get out of the bed. The floor of his bedroom is cold against your bare feet, causing you to quickly cross the room to open the drapes. Golden sunshine floats into the room, casting yellow light onto the floor and bed.

Still in his bed, he groans at the light and shuts his eyes again. His arm is hung lazily over the empty space next to him - where you were previously lying - and he puts the cover over his face in an attempt to block out the sun.

"Draco," you draw out the boy's name as you sit on the bed again, moving his arm to do so, "we have to get up." Ignoring the small part of you that doesn't want to disturb him, you pull the blanket off of his face. When you do so, his pale eyelashes flutter and his eyes open - revealing the angelic blue color you've come to adore.

He turns over so that he's on his side and facing you, revealing his chest that you so want to run your hands over - but you resist the urge. For now.

"Why do we have to get out of bed?"

"Hm..." You take a moment to consider the question. "Because we have to go to breakfast. And class: Transfiguration is first. And so that your friends-"

"Okay, okay!" Draco puts his fingers in his ears childishly, pulling the covers off of the rest of his body and getting up, "It's too early to talk about class!"

His sweatpants hang low on his waist, and despite being with him for numerous months you avert your eyes. It's a sight you've seen a plethora of times before, but if you don't look away then neither of you are going to get the day started.

"How much time do we have until breakfast?"

"Ten minutes," Draco answers, looking back to you as he pulls his pants on. "Why, wanna go for round two?"

His words, along with the smirk on his face, cause a blush to creep on your cheeks. "Draco! You wish. I just want to know how much time I have to do my hair."

"It did get pretty messed up last night, huh?"

Your mouth falls agape. "I'm going to kill you! One more remark and I'll never even give you the chance to mess my hair up again."

"You'd never." Draco crosses the room, apparently having finished getting ready - it's so unfair how boys spend so little time getting ready in the mornings - and puts his arm around your waist.

In between the sweet kisses he plants onto your forehead, he mutters the words, "I love you."