Author- Little Green Dragon
Title- Restless
Summary - Harry and Draco have problems in bed. (And before you jump to the wrong conclusions, I think I should tell you this story is PG)
Disclaimer – These characters are all mine – no, wait…no they're not…but I do own the plot!
A/N – I need a beta reader! If anyone's interested please email me…
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Restless.
It was no good. It was just impossible. In fact it was getting ridiculous.
Harry looked over at the boy lying next to him. He was naked to the waist and his silver blonde hair was sticking up at odd angles and his mouth hung open slightly.
Ordinarily, Harry thought that he would have found this image very appealing, but as the sound that was being emitted from the boy more closely resembled a chainsaw than breathing and as he was approaching his third day in a row without any actual sleep, he was rather tempted to clamp his hand over the other boy's mouth just to get some shut-eye. And it seemed that every time he had just drifted off-
"NO! YOU HAVE TO ADD THE PIG'S BLOOD AND THEN THE HENSBANE!"
Unfortunately, the silencing charm he had put up had no effect if you were inside the guarded area.
Harry had discovered early on, that his bed-partner was a talker. And a blanket-hog. And also seemed to be doing some sort of heavily athletic aerobics in his sleep.
He flinched slightly as a well aimed (but completely unintentional) kick caught him in the midsection. The bed just wasn't big enough for the two of them while he was doing high kicks.
Draco slept on, blissfully unaware, turning slightly so he took even more of the covers.
Harry was trying very hard to convince himself that pushing him out of the bed was a bad idea - especially as he'd have to explain his so-called nemesis' presence to his roommates in the morning.
He sighed heavily.
Draco snorted slightly as he rolled over, a rather large portion of his hair in his mouth. Harry moved to brush the hair away and tuck it behind an ear. Draco shifted slightly at the contact, snuggling into him, mumbling something incoherent into his shoulder. Harry moved his head slightly closer, trying to catch the words, but missing them.
"What was that?" he said quietly.
"-love you." the other boy murmured gently.
Suddenly he remembered why he'd never kicked him out of bed.
A/N Thanks very much for reading. Feedback always welcomed… unless of course you plan on flaming me about the pairing, I mean read the summary people! It said they were having trouble in bed! Is there ANY way you could possibly mistake this for a het. fic? You were warned and no one forced you to read it. Hope you enjoyed itJ