Toothpaste (DracoxHarry)

Toothpaste & Orange Juice (Part 2)

Harry's POV

After rekindling my friendship with Ron and Hermione all day, I returned to my shared room with Draco.

The blonde was currently sleeping surrounded by textbooks and homework on our bed.

I grabbed some sticky notes and tabbed all of the pages he was working on before closing the books and stacking them on the night stand. Once the bed was clear I decided to work on my own homework on the floor until it was time for dinner.

I got up with a sigh after closing my books and slid into bed to hug the sleeping blonde close.

"Hey sleeping beauty." I whispered into his neck.

He purred drowsily as he leaned into me. "Mmm?"

Wake up baby.

I don't feel like it.

Come on. You'll be hungry.

Uggghhhh. Where were you today? You were gone all day.

I blushed as he rolled over sleepily and buried his face into my chest as I traced circles on his hips.

I was talking to Hermione and Ron.

I felt his body stiffen in my hold before he leaned back to examine me with sleepy grey eyes.

Did you get into a fight?

Yeah. Before we rekindled our friendship.

I sighed before wincing a little as he caresses my cheek.

Ron?

Yeah. But it's better now. I promise.

If he hits you again. I'm going to kill him.

Baby.

Kill. Him.

Ok. Ok. Geez.

He relaxed as I trailed my fingers up his spine.

Why were you so sleepy?

I've been learning how to cook all day.

And how did that go?

Well. No new stitches. Um. And it was more than a sandwich!

That's good. What did you learn how to make.

Uh. I did a lot of baking today. Dumbledore said he need some tea cakes and macarons. So Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle worked with me to make them.

Oh. Well. Those foods were at Hermione's little get together.

Typical Dumbledore. Intertwining everyone together.

Well. If we ever get married we know who to thank.

True.

My stomach growled at the thought of pastries.

Can we go eat now?

I guess so.

I helped the sleepy blonde up before helping him fix his uniform so that he looked like the prim and spoiled brat that he really was.

He pouted as he look up at me.

What?

I want a kiss.