It was 9:00 at night, and Draco had promised tonight he would be able to sneak over to the Gryffindor common room. As Harry was patiently awaiting the boy, he heard a faint knock on the entrance. He immediately jumped up and took a deep breath before saying the passcode. The painting opened to reveal a very... perky Malfoy. He looked like he was waiting for this day.
"Hello, Potter!" He quietly exclaimed.
"Hey Malfoy. Come in." Harry responded. Malfoy joyfully wandered in, looking around the common room.
"This is nice." Draco uttered. It seemed he was astonished by the room.
"Yeah," Harry agreed "it is quite nice." Malfoy took a seat near the warm fire. It really was enough to put a man to sleep. Specifically Malfoy, he calmed down and was on the verge of sleeping when Harry came back with two cups of tea.
"Here." Harry whispered, and passed him the tea. Draco sat up and took the tea from Potter's hand.
"Thank you." Malfoy replied. Each sip of tea he took, he felt his breathing slow. All he could hear was the fire crackle and the occasional drink from the boy sitting next to him. As Draco felt himself doze off, he rested his head on Potter's shoulder and his eyes shut closed. Harry cocked his head to look at the blonde, but he was already asleep. Potter let out a quiet chuckle and gently grabbed the empty tea cup out of Malfoy's hand. Once he had finished his own tea, he put it on a nearby coffee table and laid Draco and himself down. They both fell asleep in the other's arms, feeling warm and safe.
— Bonus —
Ron walked into the living room to see Malfoy in the Gryffindor common room. His facial expression quickly switched from half-asleep to wide awake. He shouted, "Malfoy, how in the bloody hell did you get in the Gryffindor common room?!"
Malfoy's eyes clasped open and he turned to see Ron standing near the stairs in his pajamas, with an angry look on his face. Draco couldn't help but laugh, his face and the pajamas went together all too well.
"Okay, okay, Harry let me in. Speaking of, where is Harry?" Malfoy asked.
Ron shrugged and pushed Draco out of the common room. On the coffee table were the two tea cups they drank out of.
"He can't even clean up after himself." Ron thought aloud. Ron sprinted back up the stairs to continue his beauty sleep, after all, a princess needs to sleep 100 years before she can look alright.
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