Harry/Draco. Careful, there be sap!
Darkness engulfs the room. Harry sighs as he enters. Why does he get the feeling that Draco has been sleeping the beautiful day away? He sweeps the curtains aside and lets the streams of moonlight flow gracefully in. Slivers of light fall across the bed and Draco, his legs wrapped in silk sheets and his mouth slightly open. Harry smiles at the sight and wants to wake him just to watch his eyes blink blankly at Harry and then watch his animated face contort in a mock-glare and a pout.
He settles himself down on the bed beside Draco. Draco sleeps on. It's almost shameful how much Harry loves this petty little blond who complains about silly little things like Harry's old clothes and tacky coffee mugs that proclaim things like 'BEST UNCLE EVER' that Ron's children give him every Christmas and glares at the television every time he passes it but is horribly attached to the computer.
Harry brushes his hand across Draco's cheek. Draco's eyebrows knit together. Cups his cheek this time. Draco's eyes open, and they're dark, they're always darker when he wakes.
"Hello." Harry grins at Draco's reaction to being woken up, which is exactly as he had predicted.
"Grr."
"Don't tell me you've been sleeping all day."
"I haven't been sleeping all day."
"Good."
Staring at each other now. Draco slips Harry's glasses off and sets them on the bedside table. Kisses his lips softly. It's because of moments like these that Harry loves Draco despite the many faults that Harry could list. Because of the way he always seems to know what to do in these moments of silence.
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