16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 7:

*Third person p.o.v*

When Draco woke up, he immediately turned to look at the other boy's bed.

Potter was still asleep as usual, his pink lips parted slightly, letting out deep breaths and soft snores, and his messy bangs covering his forehead.

Draco smiled at the sight of the sleeping Potter despite trying not to, and stood up and stretching.

The thought of just how cute Potter looked whilst asleep staying in his mind, he walked over to his closet, opening it, and pulled out his usual robes along with a pair of trousers and a white shirt.

After having gotten dressed, Draco went over to the mirror to do his hair. He didn't use gel on it anymore, Pansy and Blaise had convinced him that it looked way better naturally, so he just ran his hands through it, making sure it sat nicely.

Draco was still running his fingers carefully through his hair when he spotted Potter in the reflection, smirking at how he was watching him in the mirror with big green eyes.

Draco quickly turned, and watched the way Potter realized he was caught in the act. "Stalking me, Potter?" Asked Draco amusedly.

Potter blushed a little, and afterwards looked to the side, seemingly trying to cover it up. "No," He said quietly, before sitting up and yawning.

Draco watched him in awe.

The more time he spend with Potter, the more adorable he seemed to become, for some reason.

"What's the time?" Asked Potter then groggily.

Draco looked at the clock on their wall, "It's seven."

Potter sighed, obviously still tired, getting up from his bed, and Draco continued to watch him as he afterwards sat down on the floor.

Breakfast started at 7:30 and Draco always got there approximately 2 minutes later.

As for Potter, he always came 30 minutes after it had started.

But he was forced to get up early, seeing as he was walking with Draco to the great hall everyday now.

"Hurry up, Potter." Draco complained, still not taking his eyes off Potter's backside.

Draco was sat on his bed.

He'd been ready for about 20 minutes already, and was now only waiting for Potter to get dressed.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Potter snapped at him, looking through his clothes.

Potter's clothing was just a pile on the floor, so every morning he had trouble finding a decent pair of pants or a clean shirt, and even his robes sometimes.

"Merlin, Potter. You've got to sort out your clothes." Draco tried to hide the smirk that was threatening to spread on his face, knowing the words would annoy him.

Potter looked at him, a murderous look on his face. "Maybe if there was space for my clothing in the closet I would be able to get ready faster." He exclaimed bitterly.

Draco only watched as Potter turned back around, beginning to throw shirts around the room, trying to be able to find the right one.

"Why's all your clothes so baggy?" Asked Draco then, out of pure curiosity.

Potter didn't comment on that, but continued to look through his clothes.

Finally finding what he was looking for, Potter got up from the floor, and saw Draco staring at him.

Potter cleared his throat, as if trying to signal something, but Draco simply just pretended not to notice or hear.

Potter then rolled his eyes, "Turn around, Malfoy."