#procrastination 101

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pale blue or pale pink * cottage in the forest or cottage by the beach * kittens or puppies * tea or coffee * France or Italy * cardinal or bluejay * apple pie or blueberry pie * summer or winter * relaxing vacation or adventurous vacation * stars or the moon * roses or lavender * Harry Potter books or Harry Potter movies * dress or skirt * walk or bike * bubble tea or ice coffee * roller coaster or carousel * cotton candy or funnel cake * gold or silver * going for a picnic or having lunch in a fancy cafe

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Draco gets cold pretty easily, and he always felt terrible when he wakes up, especially during winter, when the mornings would make the exposed parts of him all numb and freezing.

This particular morning was not any different. It was still a bit dark out, only the tiniest of light peeking through the blinds. He blindly grasped for his sheets, kicking angrily to cover his cold feet more. It was when he hit something solid and heard a hiss behind him that Draco immediately stopped fussing, waiting. In the next second, an arm wrapped around his waist, over the layers and layers of blankets, and then semi-dry lips grazed the skin of his nape, making him shiver for another reason entirely.

“Morning, love.” Harry whispered to his skin, and Draco leaned back to his chest and groin, sighing happily at the instant warmth. He felt Harry ruffling his hair as Draco’s body curved when he did, feet pressing against each other.

It was the first time Harry slept over at Draco’s flat, during this... thing they have going on right now. It wasn’t a relationship, but it was more than just being friends--especially if they were both naked. On bed. And had mind-fucking sex last night. Especially if Draco thought that he wouldn’t mind this change in his mornings from now on.

“What time is it?”

Harry made to move to check with his wand, but Draco whined at the minute loss of heat, “No, wait, don’t worry about it. Just stay here.”

His lover laughed, breath tickling and thawing his earlobe, “I just don’t understand how you get so cold all the damn time.”

Draco frowned, even though Harry wouldn’t be able to see it, “It’s not all the time.” Harry’s silence felt heavy and expectant, and Draco had to breathe out harshly, groaning. “Yes, okay, all the damn time then. I apologise for not being a walking furnace like you.”

Harry laughed again, hand tightening over his stomach as he urged Draco to turn to face him. Draco whined once more, “I don’t want to move!”

“Just turn toward me, love, come on.” Harry urged, pressing his palm on Draco’s stomach.

With a groan, Draco hurriedly rolled, taking the layers of blankets with him, and then found himself cocooned by the covers and Harry’s warmth. He sighed happily, relaxing now into Harry’s body, legs tangling together and arm going around Harry’s torso.

“There. Better, see?”

“All right, all right.” Draco hummed, moving closer to Harry. He felt sleepy again, eyes drifting shut. “I wish I could wake up like this every morning.”

Draco froze when he realised what he just confessed, and then he quickly pushed away from him. He regretted it in an instant when the cold air greeted his exposed chest, making him shriek and clammoring to get back to warmth again. Covers began piling up over him, a little wandless and non-verbal feat from the man next to him. He felt Harry’s laugh rumbling against his face, his cheek smushed on Harry’s chest. His heart was beating too fast and too loud for him to actually hear it.

The arm around his waist held onto him tightly, and Draco felt Harry place a chaste kiss on the top of his head, fingers playing with the tips of his hair.