Disclaimer: I don't own them. JKR does.

A/N: This is my first fic in this genre (ahem ahem SLASH ahem ahem. just giving you warning if the summary didn't alert you), please share your comments, so that I will be able to improve as a writer.

Chapter One

Draco's eyes opened with the soft morning sunlight that filtered in through the bedroom window. They moved to the alarm clock on the bedside table. 7:00.

"Harry's probably out running…" He thought, groaning. He needed to get into the shower now, or else he wouldn't have hot water…

Reluctantly, Draco slid out from underneath the covers, and walked across the cool wooden floor to the master bathroom. Once inside, he turned on the hot water faucet and stripped off his pajama bottoms while waiting for the water to reach the right temperature.

After a few minutes, Draco flipped up the shower switch, took off his boxers, and stepped into the warm shower…

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Harry sighed as he paced around the foyer, arms above his head, breathing deeply, trying to slow his heart rate down after his run.

Being an auror required him to be in top shape and, unfortunately, he needed to run to keep his shape.

Which was so unfair in a way, since Draco still managed to keep himself in great shape, despite working at Flourish and Blotts for a living…

"Draco…" Harry thought… "He's probably still asleep… So I can shower." Harry smiled, and ran up the main stairs to the master bedroom.

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As Draco was toweling himself dry, he heard the bedroom door open. He smirked. Harry was home, and he had gotten the hot water.

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Harry groaned when he saw the open bed. "Draco!" he exclaimed, hurrying toward the bathroom. "You know I like to shower after I run!"

Draco's wet, silver-blond haired head popped out from behind the bathroom door. "I know." He replied. "I just wanted hot water…"

Harry groaned again. "Draco…" He sighed. "You can be so infuriating sometimes." Harry headed over toward the bathroom door.

"You know you love me." Draco impishly grinned.

Harry glared at Draco's glittering eyes. "There's a difference between loving you and loving your actions."

Draco pouted and stepped out from behind the bathroom door. "But you love me, right?"

Harry's eyes swept over Draco's nude form, and a slight smile formed on his lips.

"Maybe…" he teased.

Draco tried to look as hurt and innocent as possible. "Only maybe?" He quietly questioned.

Harry's smile widened. "Maybe a little more than maybe." He stepped past Draco into the bathroom. "Don't you need to get dressed for work?" Harry asked, turning on the hot water faucet.

"I'm not going to work today." Draco replied.

Harry stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt and looked questioningly at Draco. "Why not?"

Draco stared at him incredulously. "Whaddya mean why not?!"

"Why aren't you going to work?" Harry asked again.

"Because! Today is our anniversary!" Draco exclaimed, holding up his left hand so that Harry could see the gold band around his finger.

Harry slipped out of his shorts, a frown on his face. "So you took today off?"

"Yes! You mean you didn't?!" Draco exclaimed.

Harry shook his head.

"Well…" Draco muttered, "At least this justifies me taking all the hot water…"