(HP) Chasing Draco

Part 4

Draco awoke the next morning, tangled in blankets again. He blinked sleepily, noting with chagrin that he was alone. Not that he had expected Potter to sleep in the same bed - or even wanted him to. It was just that they'd snogged quite a bit last night and he had expected his persuasive fiancé to demand the right to sleep next to him. Potter hadn't pressed the issue. He had simply slipped off Draco after kissing the very life out of him and headed for his couch.

Draco scowled at the room in general, before catching sight of the bane of his existence sprawled on the sofa. Potter was lying on his stomach with those cursed pyjamas riding low on his hips. Draco eyed him intently, taking the time to really look at Potter. He was lean and tall and had long, dark eyelashes that fluttered as he slumbered. Draco cocked his head. Was he dreaming? The man frowned and turned in his sleep, hissing in pain as his injured foot caught on the arm of the sofa.

Draco sighed and approached the couch. Potter's forehead was furrowed and he mumbled something, batting around for his pillow. Draco rolled his eyes and arranged it under his arm. Potter immediately sighed and mumbled something sounded suspiciously like Draco. Despite himself, the blond smiled.

"Git," he whispered, reaching out tentatively and stroking the lines of Potter's face. The skin smoothed out under his touch as Potter relaxed and fell back into an even sleep. Draco shook his head and lifted the man's injured leg, placing it against the arm of the sofa. That had to be more comfortable.

"Pleasant dreams, you stupid Gryffindor," he murmured, heading off for a shower.

****

Draco was already in the Great Hall, helping himself to breakfast when Potter trudged in. He looked scruffy and sulky and his hair stood up in all different directions. Draco smirked. Potter clearly wasn't much of a morning person. He caught sight of Draco and shuffled over, sitting next to him.

"Well, you look rested," Draco declared cheerfully. Potter ignored him and scowled at the marmalade. Draco noted the bags under his eyes with a twang of guilt. The couch was probably uncomfortable, and Harry was injured. He should have offered to take the couch for the night. Now Potter was probably going to be sullen all day. That was hardly fair. Being sullen was Draco's job. On an impulse, he reached out and carded a hand through Harry's hair, trying to pat it down.

Harry responded by whining and slumping against his shoulder. "Really Potter," Draco admonished. "McGonagall is staring at you." That much was true. As a matter of fact, several of their former teachers were looking over at them with alternate looks of confusion and amusement. No one seemed overtly shocked though, Draco noted. They'd probably been following the Prophet's fantastic coverage.

Potter didn't care. He refused to extricate himself from the crook of Draco's neck and he was getting rather heavy. The blond sighed and poured a cup of coffee, handing it to him. "Here," he sighed. "Drink it and try to act like a functional human being."

Potter blinked at the cup. "Coffee?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes, you sot," Draco drawled. "Here, have at it."

Potter accepted the cup gratefully. "Thanks," he murmured. Then without so much as a warning, he turned and pressed his lips to the hollow of Draco's throat. The blond gasped softly, but Potter was already up and sipping his coffee as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Across the hall, McGonagall dabbed her mouth with a napkin, evidently trying to hide a smile.

Draco shook his head hopelessly and went back to his breakfast.

****

For once, they spent the day without any major mishaps. They spent their first few hours wandering around the castle. Harry insisted on visiting all his favourite haunts. That boy had spent far too much time in the Room of Requirement in Draco's opinion. When they stepped in, the room promptly provided them lighted candles, a steaming bath and a huge bed covered in rose petals. Harry whooped in delight while Draco chose to make a run for the door at once.