Harry woke up groggily, searching for his glasses on the nightstand. After fumbling around for a bit, his hand finally came in contact with the perfectly round black glasses that had become Harry's trademark for many years. He looked over at the clock. 7:34. Not bad. He was about to get up when he noticed another arm draped over his waist. Smiling to himself, remembering the night before, Harry carefully lifted the limp arm and placed it back with its owner; the gorgeous Draco Malfoy.
Harry sat up at the edge of the bed staring lovingly at his boyfriend. He looks so angelic, He thought to himself. Too bad I can't seem to wipe that scowl off his face when he's awake. Harry smirked at the idea of a sweet and sensitive Malfoy during the day with people around. That was as possible as Dumbledore jet skiing. The idea almost made Harry laugh out loud, but then a low grumble reminded him that it was morning and breakfast was in order. Harry leaned over to kiss his lover good morning, but then drew back knowing that the last thing he wanted was a cranky Malfoy. Oh well he thought. I'll get my kiss later.
Dressing quietly but quickly, Harry tore himself away from the bedroom to go make breakfast. He sighed as he entered the incredibly messy kitchen. Yes, it was a small and busy apartment, but why couldn't someone other than himself remember to clean up once in a while?
Searching as silently as possible, Harry looked for a pan to cook eggs in. Luckily, one was found that was clean and not under the mountain of assorted cooking items. As he began to crack the eggs, Harry started thinking about the wild night he had. Let's just say it involved a drunken Draco, 4 kegs of beer, and an incredibly inappropriate drinking game. Here was The-Boy-Who-Lived, drinking his life away at age 24. Harry started to frown. I don't remember Draco loving the game. Was it wrong to push him so hard? What if I did something really stupid? What if he HATES me now?!? Oh my god. How am I going to face him this morning? His usual tendency to panic at the slightest thought made his hands start to shake. The pan rattled a bit causing a groan to emit from the bedroom. Shit he thought. Now I've done it.
In his mind, Harry raced through a million different ways to apologize to Malfoy. He tried to make himself prepared for what his "former lover" was going to accuse him of doing. The shuffling of feet snapped Harry's attention back to reality and he pretended to be in complete focus with his now burning eggs. Harry quickly moved the pan to a different part of the stove and stood there, closing his eyes and prepping himself to the blow up he was about to face. But to his surprise, an arm wrapped around his waist, snaking it's self around to the other hip. Another arm made its way around Harry's chest. The slow embrace took Harry off guard and he blinked seeing Draco's arms all around him. "Good morning" Harry shyly said, not knowing what the response would be. A tighter hug and a slow, love-filled kiss on Harry's neck told him that everything was going to be ok.