Roommates (drarry)

Late night

Harry woke abruptly. A chill surging through his body. He had passed out at some point. Harry checked his phone beside him, it read 3:00 am. As his eyes adjusted he spotted a rare sleeping Draco across from him. Draco was only wearing briefs and a distressed white button up, he was cuddled up against his blanket. Harry sat up and moved his homework to the bedside table, then searched through his things until he found an old black hoodie. He took off his jeans, leaving him colder than before yet more comfortable. The black cotton slid down his torso, filling him with warmth.

As he crawled under the covers, Harry grabbed his phone and started to tap through Snapchat.
He saw that Seamus sent a snap of him kissing Dean on the cheek, then laughed seeing Ron's reaction behind them. Seemed he was a bit too loud though.

"Harry..." Draco mumbled, Harry froze, sinking deeper into his blankets.

"Shut the fuck up..." Draco laughed slightly, moving in the darkness.
"Sorry!!" Harry whispered, peeking his mouth out of the glowing covers.

He kept tapping, a few more photos, then a video. The video made a loud air horn noise and Harry started to laugh.
"THATS IT POTTER!" Draco joked, sitting up and making a gun out of his hand.
"Noooo!!!" Harry replied, sitting up as well.

Draco shot his 'gun' right into Harry's chest, making him fall back into the bed. "Aaaaghghhhb!" Harry closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, making both of them laugh. Draco pushed his hair back and groaned, "you woke me up..."

"Not that I was sleeping, but still..."

"Sorry." He said again, dropping his phone onto his blanket.
"What time is it?" Draco mumbled in reply.

"Like three."

Draco groaned, and started walking towards Harry's bed. "What's so funny anyway?" He sat down next to him and Harry picked up his phone to show him. "That's not even funny."

"Yeah it is!"

"Must be some dumb griffindor shit i don't understand." Draco huffed.

"For your information griffindors are very funny!" Harry leaned closer.

"Prove it!" Draco leaned.

"I will!" Their faces were nearly touching now

"Do it then!" Draco pinned Harry down, now on top of him.
Harry started to blush, "I'm a big fan of white boards! I find them quite re-markerble!"

They were silent for a moment then Draco collapsed his head into Harry's neck, laughing. He then rolled over onto his back still laughing, "your an idiot, Potter."

Harry scowled, pulling his blanket up to him again. Draco's expression softened and his cheeks turned pink, suddenly Harry didn't want to move. Draco was so calm, so quiet, it felt as though Harry could see into his soul.
Harry wondered what it would be like to be him, what went on in his mind, how he thought of Harry.

His mind drifted, why was Draco the way he was? Why did they even fight? Soon he realized Draco was asleep, his body now turned towards Harry. He smiled and grabbed the blanket from their feet and pulled it on top of them, hesitantly snuggling closer.