(Mostly) Drarry Oneshots

The Question

The idea for this one shot wasn't from me it was from a great writer named @JealsMe
From her Pansmione book "I'm not gay" It's a great read
Also this is an almost-smut which means it isn't smut but it gets pretty close,
I try not to get too descriptive...
Oops almost forgot bithewaythenamelance and @DrarryOrNothing
wanted to be tagged when this got out so, here you go.
Anyways I hope you enjoy it.
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The first rays of daylight filtered through the thin red curtains, bathing in soft light the two young men's faces, peaceful in sleep. Their limbs were a tangled mess, and the green sheets of the bed were even worse. But, oblivious to that, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy slept, perfectly comfortable in their cosy bedroom, decorated evenly in green and red colors.

The unusual couple had revealed their love to each other as soon as the post-war frenzy had ended, thinking the public's reaction would be less brutal...At the contrary the news made the media explode, everyone was talking about just that. After Dennis Creevy himself had broken into the Malfoy manor to take pictures, the two young men, already stressed enough by the war, decided to move to the muggle world. Between the war and their repressed feelings, they needed a comfortable place to settle down.

That is why they moved in a little muggle city not far from London. They loved their little apartment, it had marvelous views and both had never felt safer. That is also why they haven't have any sexual activities whatsoever with each other. With lives as packed as theirs, it was understandable that they were both still virgins, but in the serenity of their apartment...with nothing else to do, either then each other...it was quite hard not to think about it...

In a start, Draco Malfoy awoke from his less then holy dream, his blond hair falling into his shining eyes and his cheeks flushed. He squinted because of the faint sunlight and pushed back down the arousal he was feeling. Draco knew very well what happened if you didn't let Harry wake up on his own, either he hexed you, or was pissed for the rest of the day. And living with a pissed Boy who lived wasn't something you wanted to experience. So Draco calmed down.

When his eyes adapted to the sun, he let his silver irises roam the young man at his side, his black hair was as always, eternally messy, his high cheekbones and set jaw gave him that manly look Draco loved about him and his eyebrows were furrowed, certainly because he was having some sort of dream. Draco knew it wasn't bad...he would know if it was, but he still reached out to pass his thumb on them.

While brushing, his eyes fell on the infamous lighting scar on his forehead. Draco moved his thumb to slowly trace the shape, it was maybe a selfish thought. But the blond loved to think that the scar had lost all of it's significance on May 2nd of the year prior. Harry had done his 'job' the lighting bolt was no longer a symbol of hope and strength, because he was gone. If people still thought the bolt had significance, the light scars that forever marked the emplacement of the Dark Mark on Draco's left forearm would always be a symbol of death. Draco hated to think that.

As if sensing the direction Draco's thoughts were taking, Harry's arms tightened slightly around the blond's back. A smile on his lips, Draco let his arm fall back around his boyfriend's backside, hugging him back. Hugging, Draco realised, Harry and he always fell asleep in a tight hug, maybe it was because both needed to be occasionally reassured in their sleep. And that firm arms holding you was one of the best reassurances ever.