Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: really fluffy, I can't believe I actually wrote this.
Warning: mild slash
Late one night when sleep evaded Draco, and his mind was the playground of idle thoughts, he realized with sudden clarity that his regular sleeping positions had changed.
Draco was a tosser, moving about restlessly all night long, and hogging the majority of the bed, along with the warm blankets. He would sleep in any way, but in a way that took up a lot of space, as if even in his subconscious state, he had to assert his claim on his properties.
He was fine with this. But now he realized that he had changed.
He no longer slept in strange angles and positions, rather now he mostly slept on his stomach. A position ideal for cuddlers, who liked to rest their heads on their lover's chest, and fling a possessive leg over the other's legs. Also, he kept to his space, close to wherever Potter was, moving only when Potter did. He realized that he had become a wanton cuddler.
One of these days the earth is going to stop spinning, and the Malfoys and the Weasels are going to reconcile. Draco was certain of it.
They said that sleep positions reflected one's personality. Draco didn't know who they were, but people often coined it as "they" when the source of the information was unknown. But "theys" were mostly right. He didn't want to think about what these changes meant.
It was all Potter's fault anyway. If a man couldn't rely on his characteristic sleep positions for some semblance of self, nothing was safe from Potter's influence. He avoided thinking how else he had changed.
Malfoys possessed a lot of inertia, and weren't meant to change, least of all because of one person. So this sudden epiphany disturbed him, as did reassert the universal law that Potter could rock Draco off his stable foundations with the least effort. Possibly with no effort. But then he realized that this somnolent dependency was mutual, because he felt Harry's arm on his shoulder tighten when he tried to move away.
And listening to Harry's heartbeat, and feeling Harry's chest vibrate slightly whenever he snored, Draco couldn't drudge up any alarm. He didn't care, well, not a lot, not as much as he should.
Especially not when Harry's nipple was close enough to lick.
Draco could almost feel the end of the world approaching.
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