Take Me As I Am

The Naked Truth

The next morning came, Draco woke up before Harry, getting flashes of the events from last night, hoping everyone would never remember his naked performance. He looked down to see Harry's head still asleep on his chest. He smiled fondly, running his fingers through his dark brunette hair.

Draco softly turned Harry over, slipping out of bed to go shower. He was thankful the sun hadn't come up yet, giving him plenty of time to get clean and dressed.

Harry woke up shortly after Draco left to shower, rolling out of bed. He left his glasses in the nightstand, noticing that all the clothes from last week had been cleaned and folded back into the drawers. He rubbed his eyes and face, dragging himself to the shower.

Draco was in the shower, scrubbing the gross smell of stale party and beer off himself. He froze as he heard the door opening. "Harry?"

"It's just me." Harry groaned, still half asleep. He stripped, turning on the large bath faucet, turning it on hot.

"Hung over?" Draco asked, brushing his teeth vigorously, grimacing at the awful taste of alcohol mixed with spearmint.

"Very, but we drank all night so..." Harry stepped in the bath, sinking in up to his neck. "I expected the roaring headache." He squeezed toothpaste on his toothbrush.

Draco scrubbed shampoo through his hair, rinsing under the showerhead. "I just remembered all our classes are together now..."

Harry sat out on the edge of the bath, scrubbing from nose to toes, brushing his teeth. "I think it will be safer that way, plus now you have the same free periods I do." He scrubbed shampoo through his hair, scrubbing his face with an exfoliation sponge.

"I am not incapable of defending myself." Draco said under his breath, cutting his nails and toes as he sat on the marble bench.

"I heard that!" Harry growled, dunking himself into the middle of the bath.

Draco chuckled, shaving his face and private areas.

Harry came back up, smelling Draco's shampoo and soaps. "We should sit at the Gryffindor table today."

Draco opened the shower door, steam flooding out. "We are allowed? I don't think your friends would want me there." He wrapped a towel around his hips, walking out of the steam.

Harry sunk down to his chest, pouring water through his hair to get the last of the soap out. "They seemed fine with you last night."

Draco sat on the edge of the bath, dipping his feet in up to his knees. "We were drinking..."

Harry floated over, leaning up into a kiss. "You'll be fine." He smiled, slipping his hand between Draco's thighs.

"Whoah." Draco stopped Harry's hand with his knees. "What are you doing?" He blushed, forgetting all he had on was a towel.

"Open your legs." Harry whispered, leaning down to kiss Draco's throat just below his adams apple.

"Uhh don't kiss me there." He whimpered, leaning his head back with an annoyed whine.

Harry licked the skin, kissing down to his chest. "Open." He wiggled his fingers against Draco's tightened knees.

"Harry..." Draco looked down, feeling slightly anxious.

Harry leaned back up, kissing Draco's lips again. "I saw you in nothing but your silver hightops and an open dress shirt." He kissed him once more, looking at Draco's silver stare.

Draco slowly unclenched his knees. "Harry I'm not use to being so vulnerable..." He said with a short breath.

Harry slid his hand against Dracos right inner thigh. "It's okay...I'll be vulnerable with you." He softly whispered, pushing his legs open slightly. "We're both naked..."