Chapter 9
Harry does not manage to stay up for very long after he had managed to make his way down to Draco's room. He melts nearly instantly into Draco's bed in a big useless lump. He didn’t intend on going to dinner but he did plan to make some for Draco, this obviously went out the window.
He didn’t intend to sleep in Draco’s bed for long, but waking up soon seemed like an impossible feat.
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When Draco made it back to his own room the pepper up was still relatively fresh in his system. He waited for Harry for a bit on the couch but when he didn’t come he decided to put his robe away.
Laying in his bed was Harry Potter looking rather comfortable. Draco lets a big yawn out and considers joining him.
Looking at him he can’t help but think about what the girls in his sixth block were saying. Harry was rather gorgeous, he doesn’t think Harry can help it, even asleep he’s stunning. Draco pushes an escaped strand of hair back from his forehead and gives in.
Draco crawls in next to Harry who pulls him closer immediately. Harrys warm. Impossibly so, and everything about being cradled in Harry's arms is just lovely and it doesn’t take long for sleep to overtake Draco.
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Sleeping on pepper-up has never been a good idea. Draco feels inky and viscous but he’s still glad for it. Draco had once again ended up pressed into Harry's hard chest and he could feel Harry’s soft breath brushing his head.
Draco shifts slowly in an attempt to not wake him. When he settles back down he’s facing Harry. His eyelashes cast a gentle shadow over his cheeks and Draco just has to take a moment to soak in uneven stubble sprinkled across his chin and jaw. He wants to run his hand across it, really take it in, and why shouldn’t he? Draco barely hesitates for another second before reaching up to run a gentle finger over his jaw.
It’s sharp, Draco doesn’t know why this surprised him. He let himself rub circles into the scratchy texture of Harry's jaw, lost in the roughness beneath his fingertips. He freezes when he notices Harry’s eyes had drifted open at some point.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Harry says his voice still scratchy with sleep. His words carried a warmth he couldn’t quite place but Draco selfishly hoped it was fondness.
Hesitantly he returned to the rhythmic circles with his thumb. Harry hummed and closed his eyes again.
After several moments, Harry's hand snaked under his jumper and rubbed soothing circles on his back. Draco felt lethargic and warm.
“This is nice,” Harry said, cracking an eye back open, “Don’t you think so?”
“I do,” Draco smiles, “You should grow your beard out.”
“You think so?” Harry leans into Draco’s hand.
“You’d look all rustic,” and even hotter than he is now, Draco did not say.
Harry chuckles deeply before casting a wandless, non-verbal tempus.
“Go to bed, darling,” Harry said, as if it were completely normal, as if Draco's heart didn’t just go completely still, as if the word hadn’t struck Draco’s skin, like a needle, and only one dose of the word had him craving for more.
“Good night Harry,” Harry smiles and Draco drifts off, just like that.
***
When Harry gets up the next morning he doesn’t want to grab his clothes from upstairs, he wants to stay with Draco and get ready with him downstairs. He sighs and slides out from beneath Draco and stands up.
He stares down at the sleeping man. In his absence, Draco had made his way to the warm spot where Harry had laid priorly and Harry wanted to cry. How could someone be so effortlessly beautiful?
Harry makes an attempt to run his hand through his hair only to find yesterday's braid still tangled. Smiling softly at Draco’s still form he headed upstairs, he’s gonna have to ask to move in.
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Draco wakes up alone and sighs dressing in black slacks and a silk slytherin green button-up with a purple sheen, placing a simple black robe over top. By the time he’s finished, Harry had made his way back downstairs.
Harry stumbles out of the floo with a wild grin, holding a battered wand holster high in the air dressed in black jeans and a Basilisk Beat shirt, his robe was ‘folded’ (if by folded you meant carelessly crumpled) over his arm.
“I found it,” He straps the holster tightly to his thigh and shoves his wand into it.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“I wanted to ask if I could move in with you.” Harry asked looking a little nervous, “I’m already over here most of the time I just don’t really want to keep making the trip up and back every morning and my sink doesn’t work, so really not much has changed I’ll just need a drawer and-”
“Of course you can Harry.”
“Really,” Harry’s giddy smile was contagious.
“You already have a drawer.” Draco said making a flourishing gesture with his hand towards the drawer in question, “You left some clothes over here the first time.”
Harry all but skips over to it and begins unshrinking a variety of clothes he had shoved in his pocket and enlarging the drawer.
“Do you mind if I put this blanket on that chair over there?” Harry asks.
Draco expects it to be garish and Gryffindor. To his surprise, the blanket turned out to be a meticulously knitted masterpiece, featuring a stunning ombre from green to purple. The colors blended seamlessly, almost resembling the scales of a magical creature.
“This is beautiful.” Draco says, admiring the clean stitching, “Where did you get it?”
Harry laughs, “I made it Mrs Weas- Molly I mean, has been teaching me to knit and I think I’m getting somewhere.”
“It’s stunning,” Draco takes the blanket and sets it over the chair himself running a hand over it to smooth out the corners.
“Thanks.”
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After Harry had finished unpacking Draco sat him down and began to untangle the braid. Once he finally got it out he had to tsk.
“Oh Merlin's beard, absolutely not, this will never do.” As much as Draco said this he couldn’t seem to calm Harry's hair down even after several minutes of experimenting, eventually, he gave up and threw it in a bun, “That’ll have to do.”