Draco sat cross-legged on the black sofa, pushed tightly into a, as usual, cuddly Harry. Every now and then, Harry would try and steal Draco's pen from his hand or turn the page of his book. Draco payed no attention to Harry, as he knew that's all he wanted.
Draco had been sitting with Harry for hours on the sofa. Harry was going to study, but he'd fallen asleep and when he woke up, he was all cuddly and started climbing on top of Draco, and being annoying
Harry reached up and stroked Draco eyebrow. He smiled sleepily.
"Draco?" he asked.
"Yes, love?" Draco responded blankly.
"Can we get a cat?" Harry inquired innocently.
Draco jumped up off the sofa and started wide eyed at Harry.
"NO!" he shouted.
"Why not?" Harry asked, sitting up.
Draco paused. He looked at Harry, eyes still wide. He pursed his lips and looked at his feet.
"What if it's fur's nicer than my hair?" Draco said, in an urgent whisper.
Harry sighed and stood up. He walked over to Draco and messed up his hair so it was spiked and stood on all ends. Draco tilted his head and glared at Harry, who had walked behind him and placed his head on Draco's shoulder.
"Nothing's nicer than your hair." Harry whispered in Draco's ear.
Draco's ear went red and Harry knew he was blushing.
"Flattery is no way to get what you want, Potter." Draco said defensively
Harry giggled and flopped back onto the sofa. Draco sat next to him politely.
"We had a cat. When I was a baby." Harry said.
"My mother used to have a cat." Draco mumbled.
"Cats are so sweet. They cuddle with you and lie on top of you and like being pet and rub against you and-"
"We have a cat, Harry." Draco said.
"We do?" Harry said, surprised.
"Yeah, you." Draco said.
Harry giggled and cuddled into Draco.
"If we got another cat, I'd never be able to study." Draco told him.
