Sleepy Kisses
Sleepy kisses,
Midnight dreams.
Such wonderful, beautiful things.
Waking up next to Draco had been strange at first but Harry liked to think that he had gotten used to it during their time together. Sometimes when he had first woken up and a bit disorientated he would look about himself confused as to why there was an arm around his waist, or his arms wrapped tightly around someone. Then he would catch a glimpse of that beautiful blonde hair that shone like moonlight and he would remember. Draco. He still couldn't believe half the time that Draco loved him as much as he did. Friendship he could understand as they had been through so much together but he never thought that even after knowing him as he did that Draco would love him.
Still in that world that is between waking and sleep he would lean over Draco to kiss him gently, the best wake up he could think of and then for several minutes afterwards they would simply lie there kissing until the alarm went off and it was time to make ready for the day. And at night, when Harry thought over his day and picked out all of the best parts, remnants of his childhood where he had been forced to think of as many happy things as he could to survive, he would think of all the moments with Draco whether they were moments filled with arguments or just standing near one another and think that they were the best part of his life. Harry would then think of their morning kisses, administered while still sleepy. He would think to himself that those were the best of the best and he would smile when he thought of his dreams before he woke, of him with Draco and how he couldn't wait to start all over again.
