4. Prompted: "I need you to stop doing that because it's really adorable and I'm trying to concentrate." [ROOMMATE/COLLEGE AU.] (492)


Harry was attempting to read his assignment, but failing to do so the more Draco stretched. Lately he had been into yoga thanks to Pansy and Hermione. Harry didn't mind Pansy and Hermione doing their yoga every morning while he sat outside drinking coffee and catching up on whatever assignment he had neglected to do.

Lately Draco had been joining them and usually Harry would get up and leave about five minutes in, not at all ready for it. It was Saturday, he figured he was safe. He could spend his whole morning on the back patio while Rascal ran around the back yard. Harry had sat up camp on the porch table wasting no time to get started and then there came Draco less than 15 minutes later. In his skin tight yoga pants and crop topped shirt that showed off more skin than Harry thought should be allowed for the man. He wasn't ready for it, at all.

"Where are Hermione and Pansy?" Harry finally asked when Draco unrolled his mat on the grass.

"Still sleeping probably, it's Saturday Potter."

"Yeah I know what day it is," Harry answered, narrowing his eyes slightly, "so why are you awake?"

"I'm always up this early," Draco rolled his eyes, posing with his hand on his hip.

He's doing it on purpose, Harry thought looking away without another word. He scowled down at the paper trying to read, but from the corner of his eye he could see Draco stretching. He could see Draco bending over with his ass in the air and then he was bending on his knees and then he was stretched on the mat and sprea- oh my god. Harry slammed his book shut and got to his feet, stomping down the stairs stalking across the grass to Draco who was on his side, his legs spread apart.

"Potter?"

"Malfoy."

"Something wrong?"

You fucking bastard, Harry bent down looking at him and Draco was shifting again coming to his knees in front of Harry. "Stop."

"What? It's exercise Potter."

"Is it?"

Draco laughed softly, "what else would it be? You're ruining my mood, go away."

"I'm trying to study Malfoy."

"Then go study, Potter."

Harry blew out a rough breath, watching Draco stare at him. He looked like an angel with the way the early morning light was encasing him. It made his skin almost glow, his hair bright blonde, "I need you to stop doing that because it's really adorable and I'm trying to concentrate."

Draco looked at him, grinning, "is it?"

"You know it is. Fucking stop."

The blonde leaned forward and pressed against Harry, "want a private lesson?"

"I want to study my assignment."

"Poooootter," Draco drug his name out, and pushed against Harry softly, "you sure? I got plenty of moves in my repertoire."

Harry smirked, shaking his head, "you're a piece of work Malfoy."

"Tell me about it," he answered before kissing him.