Day 1. Symptom 1. First Appearance.

Harry sat curled in the armchair tucked, neatly in the corner of Draco's study room, watching his weary Bonded work on a supposedly very important report for his boss Mr. Tubblerview. It was one of their normal evenings, Draco returned from work to eat the dinner that Harry had cooked for the two, before Draco would either resume working or toss it aside for a bought of love making. Harry's attention heightened as the head of his fair-haired lover, slowly drooped toward his chest. Seconds later he jolted awake and shook his head into awareness, focusing on the paper before him.

"That's it, come on Draco, you're going off to bed." Harry said crossing the room in three short strides.

"No, I have to finish this report or my boss will have my head."

"He'll have your head if you turn in mediocre work."

"I'm on a role right now. I'm focused."

"Darling, the only thing you're focusing on is the inside of your eyelids."

"I was thinking."

"Is that what you call it these days?"

"It's barely half eight, at least let me work until nine."

"Okay, but if you fall asleep one more time you're going to bed whether you want to or not."

"Sit down I can't think when you're breathing down my neck."

Harry obliged returning to his seat, where he could keep an eye on Draco and not look too suspicious.

For fifteen minutes the room was filled with scratches of Draco's quill. Then the scratches became fewer and more far between, quickly leading to a dead stop. Harry looked up from where he was watching Draco's elegant hand to his head whose chin was tucked into his chest.

"Draco!" He shouted causing named man to jolt awake.

"Hmm…I wasn't asleep." Draco said disoriented.

"That sounds surprisingly guilty to me."

Draco rubbed his eyes exhaustedly. "I need to finish this."

"No, what you need in so go to sleep. You're tired." Harry objected creeping upon him.

"No, I'm not. This report is just not all that exciting."

"Well if you're bored, then I'm sure I could find something to entertain you." Harry suggested into his ear.

"I have to finish this, Harry."

"Fine. You've got ten minutes Draco," Harry alerted backing to his seat.

Draco returned to his work.

Five minutes later Draco sighed.

"This is piss poor work," he put down his quill. "I'm going to bed."

Harry shook his head at the man's antics and turned off the lights following the blonde to bed.