*Draco's POV*

I rolled over. My head hurt. I knew this pain. My temples were throbbing and I felt like my eyes were going to burst with pain. The light blaring through my window was burning my eyes. I could hear a slight ringing in my ears. I rolled over and smushed my face into my pillow. I suddenly felt better.

I heard the doorbell ring. The single buzz threatened to rip my head apart. I moaned and shoved my head deeper into my pillow. I heard the front door open. The only people who had the key, other than me, to my house, was Blaise, and he had the tendency to show up at my house at random hours of the day with new problems with his 'girlfriend' Pansy. I mustered up all my remaining strength and I lifted my head from the pillow."Blaise?" I called out.

There was no answer. I didn't care. I closed my eyes and I immediately forgot about the person in my house. I was being eased from the pain, like being wrapped in a cloud of comfort and softness and I could not imagine a place where this level of comfort and softness-

-BANG

I yelped as my bedroom door slammed open. My eyes shot open and I saw Harry holding a shopping bag.

"Good Morning Draco!" He said loudly.

"Shhhhhhhhh" I whispered.

In response, he walked over to the window and opened it. It burst open in an eruption of light and noise.

"Go away," I moaned as I pulled the blanket over my head.

"Well, as I recall, you have work today," He said happily.

"I can't go," I whined.

"Well, I'll go make you some coffee, I'll be back in like 5 minutes," He said as he waltzed off.

He came back literally two seconds later.

"Sorry I took so long," He said cheerily, "Oh Draco, you fell asleep again! I was gone for 5 minutes!" He giggled.

"Can you be less happy," I paused, "please."

"Drink your coffee, you grouchy little kitten," He said as he pulled my blankets from off my head. I propped myself up on my elbows and I squinted as my migraine came back with full force.

"Drink," He commanded as he held my mug up to my lips. I was too tired to resist.

The hot coffee warmed up my body, but the moment I swallowed it, a spicy, burning sensation exploded in my mouth.

I gagged.

"What did you put in here?" I cried.

"Oh, Draco, darling, you are insanely hungover right now! I am not surprised that the coffee is burning your mouth," He put the mug back up to my lips, and tilted it so that I would have to drink, otherwise it would spill.

I unwillingly gulped the rest down. After a few seconds, the burning travelled up my throat once more and burst in my mouth.

"Argk! That is revolting," I sighed before collapsing back onto my pillow.

"Magic always is," He chuckled.

"I knew you put something in here," I tried to shout, but my head hurt too much.

"I'll wake you up in an hour," He kissed my forehead and then left the room.

I didn't even register the kiss, I was too happy to be allowed to sleep.

I awoke to see Harry sitting on the end of my bed. My curtains were closed and my room was silent. I sat up slowly, registering that my headache was only a lingering ache. I rubbed my eyes. Harry stood up and went around to the other side of my bed. He crawled under the blankets with me.

"I called in sick for work for you a while ago," He whispered.

"Thank you," I whispered back.

He brushed a strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

"How did you know I was hungover? Like, why did you come this morning?" I asked, lookng at the black speckles in his eyes.

"You called me at like 3 AM, and you sounded extremely drunk," He laughed softly.

"Um…what exactly did I say?" I asked worriedly.

"You started off by telling me that you were gay, and that you had a crush on me. You went on to tell me about expensive wines, for quite a while, but then at the end you got really quiet, and I was kind of scared that you had fallen and hurt yourself or something, but then you said, 'You know what? I love you, Harry Potter James.'"

"And that was when you realised I was drunk," I asked, smiling.

"God, no. I realized you were drunk when the phone rang at three in the morning," Harry laughed.

"So sorry about that," I said, genuinely angry that I had woken Harry up in the middle of the night.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Honestly, I would wake up every night, just to hear you say that you love me," He insisted.

"Well, Harry Potter James… I love you," I whispered in his ear.

Harry turned to kiss me. Our lips brushed and we fell asleep like that, next to each other, blindly in love, oblivious to the worlds around us and the future that awaited us.