Snape had grown to be considerate of the extra resting hours required by the teenage boy's he lived with, but staying in bed past 11, was pushing it; plus Harry knew how to make proper coffee, way better than he could.

Therefore at 11:15, the next morning, Snape stamped back upstairs to rouse his sleeping charges. He knocked lightly at Draco's door, not wanting to intrude if he was still upset about yesterday. When no reply came, he knocked again calling out his name. This was ridiculous. Well if the boy was hiding in there, he'd have told him to piss off by now, so it's probably safe, Snape thought as he slowly opened Draco's door.

Panic was his first thought, as he saw Draco's unslept in bed. Snape ran around the room ascertaining Draco's belongings were all still there and Draco had not run away after failing to woo Harry. Merlin, he shouldn't have encouraged him, maybe Harry did reject him. Harry! The thought came to him, he'll have to know something. Snape was barging through the other boy's door without another thought of privacy. The sight he found brought him up short.

Harry was curled up, fast asleep with a more content, peaceful expression than he'd ever seen him wear. Draco was gazing dreamily down at the boy in his arms whilst running his fingers through Harry's messy hair. Upon Snape's untimely arrival, Draco glanced up and shushed him.

"Draco" Snape angrily hissed "do you have any idea how worried I was when I found your room empty this morning?"

"sorry Sev guess you missed it in the morning bulletin" Draco cheekily replied.

Snape was not in the mood and was about to rip into his godson, when Harry stirred,

"Mmmh, morning Dray" Harry wriggled around getting comfier.

Snape cleared his throat loudly and Harry jerked back awake,

"Snape! what are you doing in here?" he yelped,

"Oh nothing, just tracking down errant youths who decide to give me a heart attack first thing in the morning"

Harry looked confused for a second, then "crap, you must have thought he'd been taken or something, soz' I didn't really think about that when we decided to sleep together".

"Sleep together?" Snape raised an eyebrow at the pair, were teenager's morals really that loose these days? Inwardly he groaned when he realised it was going to fall to him, to have the "talk" with his young charges.

"No Sev, nothing like that, we were just asleep" Draco answered, Harry looked a little confused, Draco lent and whispered in the boy's ear and Harry turned beet red.

"No no no, we didn't have sex, I'm not ready for that" Harry looked mortified at what he'd just admitted "well I know you have before and I do like you, it's just… just" Harry was chewing his lip nervously, waiting for Draco's reaction,

"Harry, calm down. I don't want to do anything you don't" Harry grinned in relief, and the boys shared a kiss.

Snape thought it about time he took his leave, reassured their innocence was still intact, Harry's at least.

"On that note, I'll be off, no more lounging around in bed today boys, I expect you in the library, washed, dressed and fed, in an hour".

After a day filled with studying and longing looks across their desks, Harry and Draco finally found themselves alone and free from work. Without the anger and excited energy of the previous evening, Draco was finding it hard to initiate anything with the other boy. Now he knew he had permission to touch, he felt self-conscious about doing so.

Harry was feeling a bit on edge at Draco's awkward behaviour too, was the fickle Draco having second thoughts? One glance to his left and Harry felt more at ease. Draco was surreptitiously scooting closer across the sofa towards Harry, Harry continued to channel flick and pretended not to notice. Draco tentatively reached out to Harry's free hand, which was handily left lying open in the space between them. When their fingers finally brushed, Draco felt tingles spread up his arm, especially when Harry took his cue and entwined them. Draco glanced up into Harry's wide-blown eyes and, taking that as all the encouragement he needed, cupped Harry's head and brought their lips together.

Harry dropped the remote, settling on whatever channel he had left it on, and threw himself against Draco's lips. They moaned against each other, each shifting on the sofa to manoeuvre themselves closer, but with locked lips it became an exercise in futility. Harry's practical nature took over and he pulled slightly away, he pushed Draco against the back of the sofa, and clambered up into his lap, Draco smirked at Harry's pushy behaviour, but soon overcame his shock to wrap his arms tightly around his armful of Harry, and continue the kissing.

Minutes and minutes passed, the boys seemingly locked together at the mouth, hands were running up to caress through hair, running over arms and up torsos. Unconsciously, Draco shifted Harry's weight off his legs and into his arms before, lifting and turning the boy to lie him down, he then settled himself on top, holding his weight on his elbows either side of Harry's head, while Harry shifted his knees to allow the other boy to nestle down in between.

Harry was elated at the new position, he felt so secure, covered every inch by the strong, solid body a top his. Draco wanted to touch Harry more but was wary of scaring the other boy off, he settled for moving his lips down to nuzzle at his jaw. When Harry sighed at the touch, Draco's confidence grew so he moved on to kiss at his neck, down his throat and around to the area behind his ear, Harry tilted his head to the side to encourage him and Draco was just plucking up the courage to move onto Harry's ears, when Harry yelped and tried to squirm out from underneath him.

"I leave the room for one hour and what do I come back to? Teenage boys canoodling on my sofa". Snape threw his hands up in mock exasperation and went to fold himself into his arm chair, book in hand.

Harry and Draco righted themselves and started straightening out their clothes, both, Snape noted, looking highly flushed and out of breath. Harry cleared his throat and turned up the television, playing some muggle drama that involved a lot of yelling. Draco cast one last longing glance at Harry then excused himself for his shower.

Harry lasted another 40 minutes pretending to watch the show and making small talk with Snape, before stretching and yawning and trotting off to bed. Snape was amused to see Harry was still a little flustered, he'd sat there nearly an hour like that? Poor boy, Snape sympathised.

Harry and Draco, wanting to avoid any more, Snape centric, kissing interruptions, began a new routine. The day filled with fleeting touches and seductive smirks, the night full of intensive making out sessions. Draco learnt to map out the areas of Harry's body that were most sensitive, especially the area behind his ears, although he always squirmed and blushed when Draco put his ear lobes in his mouth, Draco knew, touching Harry there got him very excited.

Harry had at first been reluctant to remove his top during these sessions, complaining about how scrawny he was in comparison to Draco, but a few touches to the area, managed to persuade him to shuck his shirt more often.

A/N: This story is also being posted on AO3, under the same username. The plot's nearly exactly the same but with more adult themes and language, I don't like putting stuff like that on here, with there being no age restriction. But if explicit is your thing, feel free to read it over there instead.