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Draco opened his eyes, feeling warm and comfortable. He tightened his grip on Harry and brushed his nose against the back of his neck. He blinked dazedly at the red curtains around the bed...and then he remembered. The fight, the accusations, the abrupt coming out to their friends and a good part of the school and of course, the fabulous make up sex after he'd stormed into Harry's dorm. He'd been too tired to move after that and he'd crashed right there.
He reached for his wand and cast a tempus...and then he almost leaped out of bed and swore loudly as he starting looking for his clothes in the pile at the end of the bed.
"What are you doing?" Harry mumbled as he slowly blinked awake.
"Getting dressed. It's eight-forty five. We have Transfiguration in fifteen minutes!"
"Bloody hell!" Harry said as he got out of bed and frantically put on his clothes.
The dorm was empty. All his mates must have gone down to breakfast ages ago.
"I haven't even brushed my teeth," Harry grumbled as he pulled his shirt on.
Draco didn't bother to reply. He reached for his wand and pointed it at Harry muttering a breath freshening charm. "This is what comes of being raised by muggles," he said as he brushed his hair down. He knew that he looked terrible, but there was no help for it.
He grabbed his bag and made his way to the door with Harry right behind him. He stopped at the door and turned around and kissed his now official boyfriend.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too."
"Good. Now let's go!"