Bliss

Draco sipped his tea, cradled between his palms, then sighed blissfully, his nose practically in his teacup.

Nothing like a nice hot cup of tea, perfectly made and brought to one in bed.

Draco sighed again, purring with contentment, as Harry stirred next to him.

"G'mornin'…" Harry yawned.

"Good morning, pet. Tea?" Draco offered, removing one hand from his teacup to stroke the hair out of Harry's face.

"Mmm…" Harry mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed.

"Or perhaps you would prefer to go back to sleep for a while?" Draco asked, amusedly.

This is bliss. . . Draco thought, still stroking Harry's hair.

~Fin~