16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 31:

*Third person p.o.v*

Harry awoke feeling alone and cold.

He turned, finding that Malfoy wasn't behind him anymore, and rubbed his eyes before reaching over for his glasses on Malfoy's nightstand. He sat up, looking around the room with blinking eyes.

Malfoy wasn't anywhere to be seen.

Harry stood up, stretching whilst, trying to ignore the urge to go looking for Malfoy. He would probably come back in a second or two anyway, seeing as it was only morning.

And so, Harry walked over to the closet, trying to get his gaze to focus.

He opened it, and scrolled through his side of the closet, trying to find his dark red sweatshirt.

Yawning, Harry grabbed the sweatshirt he'd been looking for, which had been hiding under his red sweater. Malfoy had color coordinated his clothing the day he put Harry's stuff in the closet. Harry rolled his eyes at the thought of it, it was honestly so unnecessary.

But Malfoy was always very organized, so it hadn't even really surprised him when he had first seen it.

Harry slid the sweatshirt over his head, and pulled out a pair of baggy grey joggers.

Walking over to Malfoy's bed again, Harry was starting to wonder whether or not to actually go looking for Malfoy or just sit here and wait. As he did so, Harry caught sight of the clock on Malfoy's bedside table.

It was 8:24 am.

Breakfast was over in 6 minutes, and Harry was starving!

He stood up from the bed quickly, and didn't bother checking what he looked like before making his way to the door.

Why hadn't Malfoy woken him up? Surely his new plan couldn't be to have Harry starve.

When Harry grabbed the door handle — about to run straight out into the Slytherin common room without his invisibility cloak on — the door suddenly opened, almost hitting him on the way.

Harry quickly took a step back, catching himself from falling backwards. "Malfoy—" He started, but cut himself off as Malfoy entered, looking rather frustrated for some reason.

But then, Harry wasn't looking at his face. His eyes had drifted to Malfoy's hands.

In one hand, Malfoy was holding a plate with buttered toast, scrambled eggs and bacon, and a goblet and cutlery in the other.

"What? What are you doing?" Harry asked, furrowing his eyebrows, and feeling ever so confused. He watched as Malfoy walked right past him, and placed the plate on his bedside table.

"You were asleep," Started Malfoy with a low voice, sitting down on the edge of the bed, with Harry following him and sitting next to him. "And I.. Well, I don't know, I figured you were tired, but probably also hungry, so.." He wasn't looking Harry in the eyes as he gestured to the plate on the table.

Harry actually had to hold himself back from kissing Malfoy until he was out of breath. "So you brought me breakfast?" He asked, his voice lingering with disbelief. Malfoy was, quite frankly, fantastic.

"Just shut up and eat." Said Malfoy frustratedly, finally looking him in the eyes with an annoyed expression on his face, and Harry smiled at him.

"I will." Answered Harry simply, quickly reaching over to grab the plate, "What's wrong?"

Malfoy looked from Harry, to the plate, and then back up at Harry. "Nothing's wrong." He said, sharply.

Harry's smile only widened at hearing Malfoy's annoyed tone. "Malfoy, what is it?" Harry asked, nonchalantly moving his leg closer to Malfoy's, their knees touching.