Home At Last

Mates? Or MATES? Bloody Confusing Mate!

For the second time today, Harry awoke with a groan as sleep slowly lifted the haze from his mind. The sleep might be leaving him, but the fatigue sure hadn't so Harry laid where he was, listening to the soft pitter-patter of rain (classic London, he thought with a mental eyeroll) on the rickety roof of the old wizarding inn. 

Harry didn't know how long he stayed there, bundled in the warm blankets and the soft, but firm mattress below him. It's funny, Harry was sure that the mattress was softer when he woke this morning, but he didn't mind, he'd dealt with worse while living with the Dursleys. One marginally stiff mattress won't do him any harm! He marveled at how warm it was despite the firmness. Was it magic? Could wizard cast a charm on their beds to keep as cozy and comforting as the one he lay in? If so, he wondered why they didn't charm them softer too. 

Huffing at his internal ranting, Harry turned his face into the bed to bundle closer towards the warmth... only to stop short. The material he felt on his nose felt strangely like skin. Heart pounding now, he spread his fingers across the surface below him, aiming to confirm what lay beneath him only to stop short again when he realized what he was doing. He was feeling up a random person in his bed! Molesting them without their permission as they lay unaware still in the clutches of their dreams! Although, they committed the first offense by climbing into his bed while he was unaware and in the clutches of his  dreams, his mind argued. His face started to grow a warm pink.

And that's when the memories hit him. Dra-Malfoy! (Damn the gorgeous blonde prat for doing this to him!) Malfoy had held him this morning as he had sobbed his heart out and possibly soiled his expensive shirt with his snot and tears. Harry cringed. Why had he told him all that? Why had he let his guard down? For Malfoy?! How long had he slept? It was damn near impossible to tell by the dark blanket of rain clouds that stretched across the skies. For Merlin's sake, he was in bed with Malfoy! Harry's cheeks made a valiant attempt to color match the rich crimson of his bed curtains back in the Gryffindor dormitories and he had to hold back a whimper of embarrassment. 

Slowly he tried to lift himself off Malfoy before the Slytherin woke up. He had raised himself with his two arms framing Malfoy's body and him straddling the boy before he lifted his eyes to Malfoy's face. Silver eyes met green (There was a Slytherin joke somewhere in there that Harry couldn't bring himself to focus on).

He was awake! 

Awake and smirking at him! (He wanted to glare at the sneaky ferret that had watched while he had valiantly tried his hand at ninja stealth. He couldn't though, because that smirk was doing things to his poor butterfly-infested tummy.)

Harry yelped in surprise as he made eye contact, his arms weakening in shock as he plummeted back down towards Malfoy's chest. Trying to catch himself before impact, his palms were pressed against Malfoy's firm pecs.

Harry was sure his cheeks had invented an entirely new shade of red at this point.

"M-Malfoy! H-How long have you been awake?" Stop stuttering you moron, he scolded himself mentally.

"A little longer than you have." Malfoy replies easily. As if he hadn't just implied that he had been awake while Harry had been... feeling him up and cuddling into him. 

Harry screeched in alarm and tried to pull away, only to be stopped by suprisingly strong arms wrapped around his slim waist. Harry glanced down at the silk-shirt-enwrapped vice that trapped him, they were deceptively strong. Clearing his throat so he could ask Malfoy what the hell he was up to, he raised his eyes again only for his voice to betray him and his spine tingled at the intense stare Malfoy had directed at him.