A/N: Because CalmlessnesS and Tama wished for it. And because JKR has proven time and time again that some stories just never are truly over. Not really.
There is just no use to start calling it 'dating' when you are already living together and just had sex, unless you would want anyone to know.
Harry thinks something along those lines when he wakes up in the middle of the night, his arm gone numb under Draco's head and blonde hair in his mouth.
Draco is snoring softly and looking like a pale baby polar bear in the moonlight, but that doesn't stop Harry from wriggeling his arm free from under his head and changing into a spooning position in Draco's twin bed that clearly wasn't made for the use of two grown adult men.
He sighs when he feels Draco's breath tickling his neck and it occurs to him, that if he wants to feels this content more often, he might have to start dating Draco for real.
A smile spreads across his face as he drifts back into a deep, peaceful sleep.
A deep, peaceful sleep he is yanked from at the crack of dawn by restless turning behind him. He grumbles something unintelligible, pulls the covers over him again and squeezes his eyes shut. The turning abruptly stops. Harry tries to go back to sleep, but after a few minutes of trying to breathe evenly and listening to the ticking clock on the nightstand, he gives up with a sigh and turns to his back, lying next to Draco and staring at the ceiling with him.
"Hey", he whispers into the lilac-tinted room, "Are you awake?"
"Mhm.", comes the less than enthusiastic response from Draco.
"Everything alright?", Harry asks, still without turning his head.
"Mhm."
Though still not quite awake, Harry turns his head to give Draco a questioning sideglance, who is still staring at the ceiling and nibbling at his lower lip.
When he notices Harry's stare he looks back at him with a sheepish gaze and sighs apologetically.
"I was bored."
Just as Harry wants to groan, roll his eyes and turn around again, he adds: "And I had a really bad moral conflict about it, because of course am I able to get up when I want, but I would have woken you by doing so, but if had kept still for two more hours, I would have been very cranky when you would have finally woken up so...", he trails off.
Harry slowly shakes his head, rests his head on Draco's chest and says: "Go back to sleep, Draco." while closing his eyes.
"No!", Draco whispers, and starts prodding his shoulder while caressing his hair with the other hand, "Potter, you're doing it wrong! You can't go back to sleep now!"
But the slow stroking of his head has Harry in a very comfortable mood already, so he just mumbles "Watch me", against Draco's chest and waits for the sleep to lull him in.
Which does not happen.
He hears the beating of Draco's heart, and the clock ticking, and feels a lonely drop of sweat rolling down his neck from the shared body heat, but he can't go back to sleep again.
"Draco?", he asks after a while, propping his head up.
Draco looks at him expectantly and drops his hand from his hair.
"Would you be terribly sorry if I got back to my own bed?"
Draco shakes his head and holds one finger up to Harry, indicating him to wait, while he slips out of bed in one fluid motion to listen at the door.
"I'm not sure when Cora gets up", he whispers to Harry, whose gaze is suddenly rather fixed on Draco's naked butt, "but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to run into her just now."
"Why?", Harry asks, as if he wasn't listening.
"Harry?", Draco waits until Harry looks at his face again, "You're naked, you're smelling like sex and you're emerging from my room. Are you sure you would be prepared for Cora right now?"
Harry slowly shakes his head and sits up in the bed while Draco listens at the door again.
"Urrgh, I really hate this.", he says, "The 'Sunday-Morning-Walk-of-Shame' or what they call it."
Draco's eyebrows shoot up a few centimetres as he turns to Harry again.
"So? Was Potter even more naughty than he had us all believe in school?"
Harry laughs and pulls at his hair, that is in an even worse state than usual.
"No, never in school.", he shakes his head, "but there might have been a few weeks in Boston that I never spent in my own bed.", he smiles innocently up at Draco. "Besides, the stairs to the girls dormitories were enchanted, weren't they?"
Draco looks at his nails. "Maybe in Gryffindor."
Then he sighs and plops down again on the bed next to Harry. "No, I know what you mean. Cora set me up with a few blokes last year, just after she found that I was gay, but I- you know, I didn't want anyone to get to know me or anything, so I just... disapparated from the loo. Yes, dickmove, I know, but what should I do?"
Harry blinks at him in amazement. "Why didn't I think of this sooner!? I could just apparate straight into my bed!"
Draco looks from him to the door and then back to him. "Then why don't you?"
"Because...", Harry looks disappointed, "now I'm awake."
"Oh", Draco says and slouches a little.
Harry budges up on the bed and offers Draco some sheets, so that Draco can sit next to him against the wall and blink into the new day with him. He places his hand carefully on the spot where their thighs touch each other, and smiles when Draco laces his fingers with his.
"Draco?", he asks while squinting into the sunlight, "Do we have to talk?"
"Amicable silence was working quite well until now, don't you think?"
Harry sighs and rolls his eyes, but lets his head rest on Draco's shoulder.
"No, I mean... You know what I mean, don't you?"
Draco sighs and starts drawing small circles with his thumb on the back of Harry's hand.
"Yes, I do. And while I'm very much in favour of a 'Let's see, shall we?'-state, I'm a bit... concerned."
Harry nods in relief, at least they are on the same page, but furrows his brows at the last part of the sentence.
"No, not about you", Draco elaborates, "but... I'm sure you haven't noticed, since you never really notice it when somebody likes you", he deliberately overhears the slightly offended huff Harry makes at this, "but Cora has developed a little crush on you."
He stops drawing circles on his hand as Harry's frown deepens and raises his gaze in hesitance to meet Harry's. "And believe me, I sort of knew from the start, and it is everything I never wanted, because now I feel conflicted about... her, and about you, and like this should never have happened but also like it was the only possible outcome there was, and-"
Harry interrupts him with a sudden kiss, tender and sweet like the rising sun, as he takes Draco's face in his hands. Draco sighs into it, a sound between hunger and relief opens his mouth to deepen the kiss.
"Still feeling like this should never have happened?", Harry asks with a sly but uncertain grin as he draws back and takes Draco's hand again.
Draco smiles and shakes his head in disbelief, laughing a little. "That's not the point."
"I know", Harry sits up straighter and urges Draco to look at him, "you feel bad, because she talked to you about her feelings about me and probably asked you for help, and the next thing you do is sleep with me, which is not very nice, I admit, but you forget that I have a saying in this whole situation, too." He leans forward to look Draco in the eyes, because Draco has taken to staring down at his knees again.
"And I slept with you. Not with her first. And... I don't know but she never really seemed like she liked me any more than the others, if I would have guessed-"
"That's just because you never notice when somebody likes you!"
Draco fondly shakes his head.
"Yeah, maybe, but: Are you sure you haven't confused me with Nate? Because they always seemed a bit more than friendly to me..."
"Nate?", Draco's eyebrows scoot up, "Nate is a socially awkward English major who is slowly turning insane over his thesis. I'm looking forward to the day in two weeks when he has to hand in a preliminary copy, maybe then he'll stop muttering nonsense in the middle of the night."
They both smile at this, knowing that despite most of his tics, Nate is a sweet and caring guy, who has always supported Cora, no matter how weird her ideas were.
"But who knows", Draco continues with a shrug and takes Harry's hand again, "maybe you're right."
The kiss he gets after that isn't as unexpected as the first one this morning, so he immediately lets his eyelids flutter shut and touches Harry's cheek with his long fingers, joy pulsing though his body that still feels a little numbed and aching from the night, but there's an inner restlessness he knows combined with his repose.
"Anyway", he breathes against Harry's lips when he draws back a little, "can we like... not let her know?"
Harry looks him straight in the eye and says: "I have a plan.", then kisses his upper lip, "We don't say anything for two weeks.", he kisses the corner of Draco's mouth, "Then we try to set Cora and Nate up.", he sucks at Draco's bottom lip, "And if this works, you can talk to Cora about us.", he moves to the soft spot beneath Draco's jaw to nibble at the skin there, "If not..." he comes back up to stare into Draco's lust-blown eyes, "we will have to do this here in discreet silence for a while longer." and starts sucking at Draco's throat, who can merely suppress a deep moan.
Deal?, Harry thinks in his head as his mouth wanders further south on Draco's body and preoccupies himself with other things than speaking.
Deal. Even Draco's voice in Harry's head is now panting.
A/N: Writing as it flows this time, so I can't promise anything, just that it will... develop. Like we all do. xxx