Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, only this story line.
Authors note: this is just something i came up with in english class so please be kind. r + r
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Harry's POV
Why do I carry on like this? Why do I of all people have to be head over hells for the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy?
At least with the improved inter-relations between the houses we get on better, we only fight playfully now - even Ron gets on better with him since we found out the Malfoy's were spies for Dumbledore, who, thankfully, is still alive.
God, now I have a raging hard-on, it always happens when I think of him at night, though no one else is awake to see it. I can hear everyone snoring; Ron is the loudest, as I try to imagine the blonde haired Prince asleep in his bed.
'Bugger it, it can't be helped,' I think as I get out of bed, I dig my Firebolt out from under my bed and use my wand to silently open the window.
I jump out the window and onto my broom, flying towards the tower that leads up from the Slytherin's common room, where I know the Prince's room is. I hover outside the Prince's window, smiling as I see the beautiful blonde sleeping peacefully. I sigh, "Now I can sleep."
Those beautiful silver orbs directed towards me. "Shit!" I hiss as I duck below the window sill.
Draco's POV
"Hmm…Harry."
Why can't I sleep? Oh, Merlin, I haven't been able to sleep these past few months unless I imagine Harry with me. My imagination is not my friend tonight.
God, I can almost feel Harry outside my window. Wait…I would recognise that presence anywhere. I snap my eyes open to see the messy raven hair that adorns Harry's sexy face. Oh, Merlin, now I have a hard-on.
Harry's eyes widen and he ducks below my window as he realises I'm looking at him. I can still feel him close so I know he hasn't left. 'I'm going to take advantage of this, 'I think with a slight smirk to myself.
I get out of bed, the cold hitting my bare chest, making me gasp. I pad barefoot silently across my black carpet. I lean against my window sill and open the window, biting back the gasp that wants to escape his lips due to the extremely cold air.
"Why don't you come inside Potter? It's comfier that a broom, plus you're letting the cold air in."
Harry laughs. He flies through the window, shutting it behind him.
General POV
Harry glances around the room anxiously. "Nice room."
"Thanks," Draco replies sitting down on the bed. He pats the space next to him.
Harry props his broom against the wall and joins Draco on the bed.
"You're out late," Draco begins, wanting to have a nice conversation for a change.
"Couldn't sleep."
"Me neither. What do you do when you can't sleep?"
"Go for a ride on my broom. You?"
"I don't know," Draco says rubbing his arms with his hands.
"Cold?" Harry asks taking the smaller boy into his arms.
"A little," Draco admits, snuggling closer into Harry's warmth. "I've never not been to not sleep before, if that makes sense."
Harry places his chin on Draco's head, kissing the golden threads. "When did you start having trouble sleeping?"
"A few months ago."
"About the same time as me," Harry says, chuckling sexily and softly rubbing Draco's back, trying to warm the Prince in his arms.
"Really?" Draco asks, silver eyes locking on emerald ones.
"Yeah," Harry replies softly, one hand gently stroking one of Draco's pale cheeks, watching the beautiful Prince lean into his hand. "I'm actually a little sleepy now."
"Me too," Draco states head drooping slightly, Harry has to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing or awwing.
"Why don't you stay Harry?" Draco asks looking up at Harry. "We wouldn't want you fall asleep on your broom."
"Well your bed is comfier than mine," Harry states with a grin.
Draco smiles softly and crawly under the covers, followed shortly by Harry. Draco settles under the covers and discovers that Harry is warmer, and curls around Harry, drawn like a flower to the sun, a moth to the flame. Harry smiles down at the Slytherin Prince asleep in his arms and quickly joins him.
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