Draw The Line

First Quidditch Match: Chapter 35

Harry woke up on Saturday with the sun glaring into his eyes. Groaning he tried to turn over, only to realize he couldn't.

Looking down, he realized why: Draco was laying across his arm. Harry hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep in Draco's bed last night. Instead of trying to turn over, Harry just mushed his face into the back of Draco's neck, letting out a contented sigh as he caught the scent of Draco's shampoo. Harry slipped an arm around Draco's waist, pulling him closer to himself and Draco started to stir.

"Mmm," Draco mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as Harry continued to cuddle up to his back, "mornin'"

"Good morning, love," Harry said, placing a kiss against the back of Draco's neck.

Draco smiled, shifting to turn and look at Harry. Draco met Harry's lips as he settled back into Harry, his arms snaking around Harry, pulling him closer. Harry slowly pulled away, pressing another soft kiss to Draco's forehead.

"The first Quidditch match is today," Harry said, pushing Draco's hair out of his face gently. Draco didn't open his eyes, only humming in response. "Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. You're going to it right?"

"Yeah."

"We should probably get up then, and go eat," Harry said with a light laugh.

Groaning, Draco curled into Harry's chest, "Don't wanna, it's too early."

"That's what I said to you last weekend, but you still made me wake up."

Draco shifted to glare up at him, "The difference is, it's still breakfast time. You were still asleep at noon."

Harry brushed off Draco's comment, "Doesn't matter, you still need to get up or we won't be on time." With that, Harry pulled away from Draco and watched in amusement and Draco stretched out his arms trying to pull Harry back. "I'm going to get dressed, you need to get up," Harry laughed.

Twenty minutes later, Harry and Draco made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast, only separating when they had to go to their own tables. Harry watched from the Gryffindor table as Draco pushed his eggs around his plate sleepily.

The Great Hall was noisy with talk of the Quidditch game, people already taking bets on who will win. Harry could feel the excitement in the air and saw some nervous kids who were playing their first game today. He remembered not being able to eat before his first match and allowed himself to get swept up in the excitement of the game.

"Think Gryffindor will win?" Hermione asked, looking around at the Quidditch players who were littered around the long table.

"What kind of Question's that 'Mione? Course Gryffindor'll win."

Rolling her eyes with a laugh, she looked over at Harry, "Are you and Malfoy sitting together?"

"I think so?" Harry said, eyes finding their way to Draco across the room again, "I was going to ask if he wanted to sit with us actually if that's okay?"

"Sure, I don't mind. Will Pansy and Zabini join us?"

"Probably if Draco comes," Harry said.

"I still can't believe that we hang out with them now," Ron said, shaking his head in disbelief, "Especially you and Malfoy."

"People change," Harry shrugged.

"And we all matured quite a bit," Hermione said, taking a bite of eggs.

"Sometimes I'm not so sure that's entirely true for Malfoy," Ron said and Harry laughed a bit.

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