A/N: A random drabble that I wrote out. It's a bit crackish and slashy as well. Enjoy!

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Warmth on a Cold Night

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"I'm cold," someone muttered as he climbed into Draco's bed and buried under his covers.

Draco flinched away from the body that invaded his bed before he was even fully awake. All he knew was that something cold was in his bed, stealing all of his warmth. He lifted his head up to look at whatever had braved his bed and started when he realized who it was. "Potter! What are you doing in my bed?"

"I'm cold," Harry repeated himself.

"Then go to your own bed in your own dorm room," Draco ordered.

"It's too cold out there; warm in here," Harry muttered, showing no signs of moving.

Draco weakly pushed at him. "This is my bed; you can't be in my bed."

"Why not?" Harry asked with a pout.

"Because, because," Draco stammered, unable to come up with something to combat the pout. "What if someone sees?"

"I spelled the curtains shut, more warmth that way." Harry grinned at Draco. "It's just for tonight."

"Well, okay, but watch yourself when you leave in the morning," Draco grumbled. He shut his eyes and tried to ignore Harry's presence. This was hard to do with the sounds of Harry breathing and it was made even harder when Harry latched on to him. Draco squirmed, trying to get out of the hug, but Harry's arm effectively pinned him down. "Potter, get off of me."

Harry just hummed in reply and further pokes to get him to move only resulted in quiet snores. Harry was asleep and using Draco as a teddy bear. Draco grumbled for a bit, but he eventually fell asleep and wrapped his own arm around Harry's body.