Chapter Eleven
Draco looked beautiful when he was asleep. The lines of worry that were almost permanent on his forehead disappeared, making him look younger and happier. Harry loved how perfectly they fit together, and how he was the one who did the holding, even though it was he who was shorter. It felt good to feel like he was protecting his boyfriend.
The greenish morning light swam through the lake into the window - no one had thought to draw the curtains last night - and shone in Draco's hair, illuminating him and making him look emerald-tinted and ethereal. Harry felt like he could look at him forever and never get bored. It was like an intricate painting - you saw more as you looked.
Draco shuffled a little, making little sleepy noises, and Harry couldn't stop the grin from spreading across his face. He had forgotten what it felt like to be so happy. Draco slowly opened his eyes, and looked confused for a moment. Then he looked up and their eyes met, and Draco gave a heartbreakingly adorable, drowsy little smile.
"Morning," He said, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "How long have you been watching me?"
"Not long," Said Harry, catching Draco's yawn as he said it. "I only woke up a minute or two before you." He smiled. "You look really beautiful when you're asleep."
"Well then, I'm sure you won't mind if I go back to sleep, then?" Draco said happily, snuggling back up to Harry and closing his eyes.
"Actually, Draco," Harry said, looking at his watch, "It's a school day, and if we're late together then-"
"Stay. Here." Draco said, wrapping an arm around Harry as though to pin him down. Harry tried to resist the urge to just let him sleep, but it was hard when Draco was looking at him with that hilariously cute sleepy-pout. Harry sighed.
"Come on, don't make me rip the covers off."
"No, please!"
"I will,"
"You wouldn't!"
Harry grabbed the covers and threw them away, making Draco shriek. Then Harry turned very red as he remembered that they were both completely naked. Draco looked at him with a wicked grin. "See what you get for defying me? Naked and afraid!"
Harry laughed. "Shut up. You sleep for a minute while I get dressed if you want, but you need to get up soon."
"'Kay, mum," Draco said sarcastically.
"Please don't call me mum," Harry grinned as he replaced the covers over Draco and stood up to look for his boxers. "It's really weird, considering-"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Draco said, sleepily.
Harry dressed quickly, despite having to hunt for each item of clothing as they appeared to have been thrown to various locations in the room. As he searched, he also made a pile of the clothes he found belonging to Draco. Once he had all his clothes on, he walked to the bed.
"Draco?"
"Mmmh... go 'way" Draco murmured into the pillow.
"Don't make me rip off the covers again. I will, you know," Harry threatened, smiling despite himself.
"You're a horrible person, Potter." Draco groaned, sitting up. "Go on then. Pass me my clothes."
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