Sunday Morning
It happened a few weeks after they had officially started dating. It was late Sunday morning and Harry had gotten out of bed to make them breakfast. Merlin, they really needed something to eat.
After a long day of press conferences where they had to try to convince reporters and the – still quite shocked – public that their relationship was indeed real and that the saviourof the world was indeed gay and was indeed dating a former Death Eater, they were exhausted to the bones andhad just wanted to fall into bed.
But once they had gotten there all thoughts of sleep vanished and were exchanged with ones that were a lot more scandalous.
There was a lot of panting, screaming,moaning, ragged breathing and especially moving involved.
When they had finally drifted off to sleep it was well past midnight.
They had slept and cotinued theirlovemaking lazily after waking up late in the morning.
Afterwards Draco had complained about being hungry and Harry had had to agree that after all of their exercise they now had to eat. A lot.
So Harry had gotten out of bed to make them breakfast.
When he came back, levitating trays full of pancakes, french toast, baked beans, scrambled eggs and sausages, his eyes caught sight of something that made him happier than it probably should have.
Draco was wearing one of his old Griffindor sweaters. It was old and worn out and had holes in it but somehow Draco looked stunningly beautiful in it.
Harry had thought that nothing could look better than Draco naked but in that moment he wasnt so sure. Maybe a post coitus Draco wearing his clothes was even more beautiful.
He was still trying to decide which he liked when he heard the Slytherin say: ,,Oh, shut up! I was cold. Now get your arse and that food back to bed!"
Harry did get his arse back to bed but the food would have to wait a little while longer.