As Draco woke up, the first thing he noticed was the bed he was lying in. The red and gold curtains and bed covers were not his Slytherin ones. In fact; they looked suspiciously Gryffindor. Alarm bells. The next thing was a pair of warm, strong arms, wrapped around his middle; at the realisation of another person, his heart stopped. He had to be careful. Without moving too much, the blond turned himself to look at the owner of said arms. He swore quietly as he recognised the content face of Harry Potter, then remembered the previous night.
He had been in the Astronomy Tower, crying, shamefully. He didn't want to kill his Headmaster, but he knew he had to for his mother and his own safety. Harry had found him, comforted him without question, and taken him back to his own Gryffindor Dormitory. They had held on to each other silently, desperately, until sleep overpowered them both. Harry was... too kind. Draco did not deserve the kindness he was given. Then again, he also did not deserve the horrifying situation of being in a Gryffindor's bed first thing in the morning.
Draco had planned to escape back to his own room before sunrise so as not to get caught, but the sun pushing through the slight gap in the curtains told him that that was no longer possible. At least it was a Saturday, he still had time…
"Harry! We're gonna miss breakfast if you don't get up soon!" called a male voice. No time, then.
'Damn…' Draco thought to himself. 'Weasley.'
Harry stirred under him, and froze as he remembered that he wasn't alone. Just as Ron started to pull the curtains back, Draco forced Harry over him self consciously, and leaned his head against the boy protectively. It felt right. As Ron and Draco stared at each other, one in fear and the other in shock, but equal in horror, Harry gulped, and spoke first.
"Morning…" he mumbled to both of them.