Butterfly Kisses
Harry woke up with a rather uncomfortable weight on his legs, and the pleasant feeling of his hair being played with. He yawned and opened his eyes laboriously, squinting at the light that immediately assaulted them. There was a brief moment of confusion where he forgot where he was and why he was there, but then the events of last night came back to him.
The nightmare. Waking up in a cold sweat. Getting dressed, and stumbling through the woods for what must've been at least a half hour, if not more. Knocking on Draco's door. Drinking tea. Falling asleep on Draco.
Oh, shit. He'd totally trapped Draco on the couch with him, hadn't he?
Harry shifted and opened his eyes all the way, craning his neck to the side and trying to see exactly what was going on. The first thing he saw was Shadow, completely sprawled out across his legs and fast asleep, his big fluffy head plopped down on Harry's hip. So that was what the uncomfortable weight down there was.
"He usually sleeps with me," an unconcerned voice said from above, "and considering you fell asleep on me and I couldn't go back to my room I felt it was fair to let him sleep on you."
Harry propped himself up on one elbow and shifted, managing to get himself into a position where he could see Draco. The wizard was leaning back against the couch, one hand in Harry's hair and the other holding a book, which he was reading as he spoke.
"Did you..." Harry cleared his throat and tried again, blearily blinking up at Draco, "did you sit there all night? That couldn't have been comfortable, don't your legs hurt? And how did you fall asleep?"
"Oh, my legs have been asleep since thirty minutes after you started dozing off," Draco shrugged. "And I don't sleep much, really. Not unless I have a potion to chase away dreams, which I've just run out of. Although I do take a fair amount of naps."
Harry hummed and nodded, still very much waking up. Draco chuckled at something lost to the other wizard and brushed his bangs away from his forehead, gently patting the top of his head. "Come on now, I'll get Shadow off of you and we can have breakfast. Then maybe you can tell me exactly how you got yourself here in such a state last night."
That seemed reasonable, so Harry nodded again and let Draco shoo his dog off of his legs. Shadow was much more of a morning 'person' than Harry was, and sprung off of him, then started jumping around the living room and barking excitedly. This made Draco laugh again, and Harry got up and stretched as the blond took Shadow out, attempting to work out the cricks that came from sleeping on another person's lap. His neck was killing him.
By the time Draco came back, Harry had already begun to prepare breakfast. To be fair, he'd only poured them orange juice, but that was a start. "Want bagels?" he asked the other, interrupting himself with a long yawn. The blond clearly had to work to stifle a smile, but simply nodded.
Breakfast was a quiet, simple affair. Harry opened the cabinet next to the fridge and was pleasantly surprised to actually find bagels (the houses both provided all the food the boys needed, but weren't always so accommodating as to make the food they both wanted). They both ate on the couch, arms close but not quite touching, and when they were done Harry washed their dishes, which Draco tolerated with very little teasing.
"So, why exactly did you decide to show up?" Draco asked after everything was cleaned up, leaning back against the marble kitchen counter. "Just bad dreams?"
"Ah... I had a bad fight with Ron and Hermione yesterday, and I think it just threw my whole day off," Harry shrugged. "And then yeah. I had a nightmare, and when I woke I just kind of made my way to your house. I'm not really sure how I remembered the way or why I didn't just apparate, but in my own defense, it must've been at least two am."
"What was the fight about?"
Harry sighed and moved closer to Draco, leaning forward and putting a hand on the marble to either side of him so he was effectively trapped between his arms. "Does it matter? I don't really want to talk about it right now. Aren't there better things we could be doing?" He waggled his eyebrows as suggestively as he could, grinning sheepishly as he did so.
Draco raised an eyebrow but obliged Harry's barely veiled flirting, leaning forward and pressing his lips lightly against the other wizard's. The kiss escalated quickly, with Harry tangling a hand into Draco's perfect blond hair and pushing him up and against the cabinets.
"Should we perhaps move this to the bedroom?" Draco asked after a moment, breaking away and breathing rather heavily. Harry saw no issue with that, so he picked the other up bridal style and brought them both back to the bedroom he'd visited once before.
When they got there Harry deposited Draco onto the bed and kneeled over him, leaning down once more to claim his lips in a hungry kiss. The two made out for a bit like teenagers, complete with matching blushes, and then Harry moved a hand to the top button of Draco's nightshirt.
"May I?" he asked quietly, looking down into the blond's bright eyes to make sure this was alright. Draco hesitated but nodded, which took quite a lot of trust: trust that Harry wouldn't be disgusted or hurt by what he found.
Harry was enthusiastic about undressing Draco but careful, studiously undoing each button and then helping the other to slip his arms out of the shirt. He even folded it before turning to get a better look at Draco, setting it on the nightstand.
When he did look his chest tightened, and he immediately felt horrible.
There were crisscrossing scars littering Draco's chest, and Harry knew that his sectumsempra spell had put them there. "Draco, I'm so s--" he began to say, but the other rolled his eyes and pulled him into another kiss. It was obviously something he didn't want to talk about, but Harry still felt horrible, so when the kiss ended he didn't something Draco hadn't expected.
He slid down the bed a bit so his face was even with Draco's chest and placed a light kiss on the top of one of his scars.
Draco's eyebrows shot up to the top of his forehead, but he seemed to relax as Harry kissed up and down his scars, leaving little hickeys here and there across the pale chest. It was a slow process, as Harry was painstakingly taking his time to kiss every single scar that he had put on Draco. Eventually the blond was laying lax on the bed, putty in Harry's ever-so-capable-hands (or lips).
The dark haired wizard finished with a flourish, licking down towards Draco's stomach, and then sat back up. He found Draco with his eyes closed, so calm and pleased that he was practically asleep. Harry chuckled to himself and lay down next to the blond, gathering him in his arms and allowing him his beauty rest. There would be time for more kissing later.