A Mother's Love

11 - H A R R Y

Draco lying naked on my bare chest was the most fabulous feeling in the world.  It was even better than when we were... he couldn't even think about it.

By now it was around 22:00.  Draco was still asleep.  His breathing was slightly uneven, but in a pattern.  It was so relaxing.  My arms were around him and I could feeling the steady rising and falling of his chest.  I was just breathing in the scent of him, trying not to let my mind wander.  it wasn't working.

Would he remember any of this in the morning?  How would he act around me?  Could it happen again?  Today had been his best day for a long time.  Neither of us thought about the war or our scars or pain... we both just existed together.  It's kind of like... we were healing.  

But there's no way he felt the same way.  I mean, Draco was totally wasted.  Alcohol makes you horny, he was so drunk he probably just... acted on impulse.  Forgot it was me.  He was using me.  Yea, that's it...

Do I want to be more with him?  I don't know.  It's hard for me to forget all the years of bullying, but he's honestly really cute.  Rude and snarky, sure, but also sweet and protective and strong-willed.  

Draco started to stir and I figured he'd wake up soon.  I had to get out of here.  No way I was sticking around for him to let me down with "this was a one-time thing" or "I don't wanna be with you". 

"Harry..."  he muttered, shifting so we were spooning and I was the big spoon.  

"I'm gonna go get us some food and you a hangover potion, okay?  I'll be right back," I spoke softly into his ear.  He gently nodded, still mostly asleep.  "Sleep well, baby."

My eyes widened slightly.  The 'baby' just slipped out.  I could've sworn I saw Draco smile, but I didn't stick around to find out.  I slipped my arm out from under him and untangled our fingers.  I threw on my t-shirt and grabbed the rest of the clothes off the floor.  Walking out of his room, I glanced back at him. 

Damn I thought.  He's so fucking gorgeous...  

I sighed and my shoulders drooped and I walked out.  

As I passed the stairs I glanced down to the kitchen where I noticed some things on the counter.  So I walked downstairs in my shirt and briefs to see what it was.  The cold wood floor on my bare feet was surprisingly comforting.

I walked around the island to find two hangover potions and two bowls of chicken noodle soup and when I looked up, Narcissa was sitting at the counter across from me.

"Oh!  Narcissa, I didn't-"

"Don't fret, Harry.  We're friends.  I don't care that you're not wearing pants or that you slept with my son."

My eyes widened.  "How did you-"

"I just know.  Don't worry about it.  I knew one or both of you would come home drunk and hungry, so I prepared.  That's what a mother does.  I'm not going to ask questions.  Just go take the soup and potions up to Draco."  She smiled a motherly, knowing smile.  

I opened my mouth to say something but I realized I didn't know what to say.  "Thank you, Narcissa."

I took the soup and one potion up to Draco's room after throwing my clothes on my bed.  I gently pushed the door open.  Thank god he was still asleep.  

I walked over to his bedside table and set down his soup and potion.  I made to leave and go back to my room but Draco mumbled my name.

"Harry... come back..."

I turned around and walked to his side of the bed, pulling the covers over him before sitting down.

"Hey.  I brought you some soup.  And here-" I uncorked the hangover potion, "-drink this.  It'll make you feel better."  I brought it to his lips and he parted them enough to drink.  He was still basically asleep.  He looked like an angel.  My angel.  

He drank the potion and I cast a warming spell on his soup.  Then I leaned over and kissed his forehead.  But I hesitated before pulling away.  I put my fingertips underneath his chin and guided his head slightly upwards so I could kiss him for what would probably be the last time.  He'd never want to kiss me again, I'm sure.  So I made this one last.  It was gentle.  It was sweet.  He kissed back a tiny bit... or maybe that was my imagination.  Whichever it was, I knew I was in trouble.  I was starting to love Draco Malfoy.