Harry yawned and opened his eyes. His head was resting on Draco’s shoulder, so he was faced with the other boy’s neck. He smiled, snuggling deeper into the Slytherin’s warm being.
Draco awoke as Harry shuffled a bit, and smiled down at him.
“Thanks for waking me up, you prat.” he said with a playful eye roll, kissing Harry’s forehead.
“Sorry, but I’m freezing, and you’re really warm.” Harry said, nuzzling his face into Draco’s neck.
“That’s no excuse to interrupt the wet dream that I was having about you.”
Harry laughed, making Draco’s smile widen.
“I’m tired.” Harry yawned again.
“So I can see. But I’m hungry, so—“
“I’m not getting up, Ferret.”
Draco scowled at the nickname.
“You will never get over that, will you?”
“Whatever you say, Scarhead.”
Harry smiled and closed his eyes.
“I’m still hungry. And the night is long gone.”
“Not long gone. It’s still early.”
But Draco didn’t have the heart to get up. Harry looked so comfortable, and he really did need to sleep. With all of the nightmares lately, now that the war was over, Draco would never be so cruel as to deprive Harry of the little peaceful sleep that he managed to get. Besides, Harry was right, it was still early. A few more hours of sleep would actually be rather nice.
“Fine, I’ll stay here. But just know that I wouldn’t do this for anybody else but you.”
“Don’t worry, I am. And you should be honored that I have taken the time to take advantage of your undying love for me.”
“Rather Slytherin of you, I might add.”
Draco kissed the top of Harry’s head and gave him a squeeze.
“Sweet dreams, darling.” Draco whispered.
“Enjoy those wet dreams, love.”