7. Prompted: "Stop looking at me like I'm your everything." [ROOMMATE/COLLEGE AU.] (354)


It was quiet much quieter than Harry was used to at 3 in the morning when he couldn't sleep. Granted he was used to having Draco awake with him and the two doing something together like watching a movie or baking or that one time they painted the living the room, or they'd go out running, or grab breakfast at that 24 hour diner a block away.

He was alone now, almost. He had Rascal who was company but he wasn't Draco.

Harry headed up the stairs, Rascal in tow. The two stopped outside of Draco's door and then Harry gave it a soft push open. Draco was laying on his side, Harry knew he was naked under the covers because he always slept naked. Even in the winter. He was holding the pillow to his chest and his long hair was sprawled out over the pillow he was laying on.

Rascal pushed past Harry and into the room, jumping up on the bed and curling against Draco's legs. The man stirred at the movements and peeked up, "Rascal!" He hissed, "how'd you ge-." Draco froze with his eyes growing wide in the moonlight, at the sight of Harry standing in his doorway.

"I couldn't sleep."

"So you thought you'd wake me up?" Draco snapped, "get out and take your mutt with you."

"No," Harry stepped in and shut the door behind him, "I was thinking about you, I wanted to see you."

"We live together, Potter," Draco rolled his eyes, and gave Rascal a small nudge, "off." The dog whined but jumped down, curling up next to Draco's bed on the rug.

"You spoiled him," Harry laughed quietly, shaking his head.

"Get out, Potter."

"I'm sorry."

"About what? That you lost your fuck buddy?"

"No," Harry shook his head and shrugged softly, "that I lost my friend."

"I think we were a bit more than friends."

"You're right," Harry nodded slowly and took another step into the room.

"Stop looking at me like I'm your everything," Draco said quietly his voice quivering and then Harry was right in front of him kissing him.