Chapter 10
The soft golden light of the rising sun filtered through the heavy curtains of Draco’s room. The storm from the previous night had left the world outside quiet and serene. Inside, however, there was a different kind of calm—a warmth and intimacy that lingered in the aftermath of Harry and Draco’s shared moment.
Draco stirred first, the familiar scent of Harry surrounding him before his mind was fully awake. He blinked, adjusting to the light as a small smile crept onto his lips. Harry’s arm was draped over his waist, holding him close, their bodies tangled under the silk sheets.
He turned slightly, taking in Harry’s face—relaxed, peaceful, his dark hair tousled in a way that made him impossibly endearing. Draco couldn’t help but reach out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from Harry’s forehead. The simple act made his chest ache with affection.
As if sensing Draco’s touch, Harry stirred, his eyes fluttering open. For a moment, he seemed disoriented, but then his gaze landed on Draco, and a lazy, contented smile spread across his face.
“Morning,” Harry mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.
“Good morning,” Draco replied softly, his own smile widening. “Sleep well?”
Harry let out a low hum of approval, pulling Draco closer. “Best sleep I’ve ever had,” he said, his voice laced with sincerity. “Though, waking up like this might be even better.”
Draco chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “You’re insufferable,” he teased, though his tone lacked any real bite.
Harry grinned, his hand moving to cup Draco’s cheek. “And you love it.”
Draco rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into Harry’s touch, his smile softening. “Unfortunately, I do,” he admitted, his voice quiet but honest.
Harry’s gaze grew more serious, his thumb brushing lightly over Draco’s cheekbone. “I mean it, though,” he said, his tone earnest. “Last night… I don’t think I’ve ever felt closer to anyone in my life. You let me in, Draco, in a way I didn’t even know was possible. And I’m not letting that go.”
Draco’s heart swelled at Harry’s words, the vulnerability in his voice matching the emotion swirling in his own chest. “You don’t have to let it go,” Draco said, his voice steady despite the lump in his throat. “I’m not going anywhere, Harry. You have me—completely.”
Harry’s lips curved into a soft smile, his hand sliding down to rest on Draco’s waist. “Good,” he said simply, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Draco’s lips.
The kiss was slow and unhurried, a quiet affirmation of their feelings for each other. When they finally pulled apart, Draco rested his forehead against Harry’s, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Harry’s chest.
“You know,” Draco began, his voice light but teasing, “I’m pretty sure if anyone saw us like this, they’d faint on the spot.”
Harry laughed, the sound warm and full of life. “Let them,” he said, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “I don’t care what anyone else thinks. All I care about is you.”
Draco rolled his eyes again, but his smile betrayed him. “You’re impossible,” he said, though there was no mistaking the affection in his tone.
“And yet, you’re still here,” Harry shot back, his grin widening.
Draco huffed, though it was more playful than annoyed. “Yes, well, someone has to keep you in line.”
Harry’s laughter filled the room again, and Draco found himself smiling despite himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this light, this… happy.
As the morning light grew brighter, the two of them stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. It didn’t matter what challenges lay ahead or what others might think. In that moment, all that mattered was the love they shared—a love that was growing stronger with each passing day.