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𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟺.𝟼𝚔
𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟻𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶
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Harry woke up to bright light seeping through the windows of the spare bedroom in Andromeda's house.

His torso was a bit cold, inasmuch as the blanket had slipped from where he had pulled it up in the night. Harry was naked, he realized, and the silky sheets of the bed were cool against his bare legs as he stretched out a bit.

Why was he naked again? Oh yeah, he had fucked Malfoy.

Why was he in Andromeda's spare room when his own house was just a pinch of floo powder away? Because he had fucked Malfoy.

Why was he smiling so early in the morning, despite his grogginess and hate for any time before noon? The answer was simple (and repetitive) ((and predictable)): he had fucked Malfoy.

Harry's eyes adjusted slowly from the transition of his dark eyelids to the warm light peaking through the glass panes of the windows, since the heavy draperies were still drawn open. He must have forgotten to close them in all of his avidity.

The Auror looked down at himself. The duvet was scrunched half way up his legs, while the sheets below it were swathed around his lower half tightly. He sighed, going to move the duvet back into place. Once he did, he realized an excess amount of it coming with his tugs.

Harry turned his head to the side, expecting to see himself stealing the duvet from Malfoy, who was probably going to be cold and wake up.

He, instead, saw that Malfoy had gone, leaving his side of the bed made, and that with his tugs of the duvet his was pulling the covering out from underneath the mattress, where it had been tucked.

Harry felt his heart sink in his chest as it quickened in pace.

Of course Malfoy had left. Harry wasn't good enough for this to be a more than temporary thing.

With a quick lift of his head, Harry looked around the room, only to see no Malfoy in sight. He groaned, rolling over onto his stomach towards where Malfoy had been lying before he had gone. The spot was cold, telling Harry that he had been absent for a while.

He settled into the pillow, but was startled slightly when the faint scent of Malfoy's hair filled his nose.

Harry thought for a moment of what he could possibly have done wrong. Was it the fact that he had never been with a man before? Had he performed poorly? Was he too clingy? Was Malfoy scared away by his cuddles in the night?

His hand - which had slid under the pillow - pulled out a small, white note with grey ink on it. It held one word, and with that one word, his heart, which had been pounding so fast, slowed back to a normal rate.

Exam, it read.

Malfoy had an exam that day, so it would make sense that he was off doing that. Harry took a deep breath, calming himself back into a smiling countenance. With nice inhale, he was dozing back to sleep, holding Malfoy's pillow close to his chest in the warm, sunny glow of the early day.

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A few hours later there was a knock at the door, and Harry was startled awake.

"Harry?" Andromeda called from the hallway. She sounded as if she had been awake for hours, with the usual early-morning raspiness from her voice having gone away. "Harry, can I come in?"

Harry looked down at himself, and repositioned the covers to that he was decent. "Uh-" he cleared his throat. "Yeah, come in."

Andromeda came in with a tray floating behind her, pushing the door so that it opened almost all of the way. She gave Harry a small smile, and ventured closer to the bed. The tray floated down to sit in Harry's lap, and he looked down to see pancakes on a glass plate, strawberries in a blue bowl, and some sort of tea in a Slytherin-green mug.