The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the empty spot beside him.
"Draco?" He asked.
Harry thought Draco must be downstairs, for he was not there anymore. He did not bother getting dressed, but walked downstairs in his pajamas.
"Good morning, Harry." Smirked Draco.
"What's up with you, getting up so early?" Harry asked.
"I just wanted to make you breakfast. I thought you deserved that."
"What have I done to deserve that." Harry asked smiling, already knowing the answer.
Last night, they had amazing sex. Better than it had ever been before.
Draco replied with a smile. "You know why."
Draco gave Harry a sweet kiss on the lips, and guided him to a chair. "Sit down, and let me spoil you."
Harry sat down. Draco walked out of the room, to the kitchen.
When he came back he was carrying a tray full of food.
"Did you make that?" Harry asked, suprised.
"Yeah, who else?" Replied Draco.
"Did you really do this for me?" Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
On the tray were 3 plates, 1 with a stack op pancakes, 1 with a fruit salad, and the last one with french toast. Next to it stood a glass of orange juice.
"Just for you." Draco said, with a proud smile. "Do you like it?"
"What did you expect? I LOVE IT! But, what are you going to eat?" Harry asked, his eyes searching for Draco's breakfast.
"I already had some bread. It's okay, I like to watch you eat." Draco said, when he saw Harry wanting to feed him some.
When Harry finished his breakfast, -which took a while because Draco's lips were so distracting-, he practically dragged him upstairs, with the sole purpose of making love to that damn sexy body his lover had.