Malcolm woke up the next morning on his back with Draco sprawled half-way across his chest. His white blonde hair tickled Malcolm's chin but Malcolm refused to move, not daring to wake him up.

Well, this is… different.

Draco was still sleeping peacefully and, thankfully, wasn't yelling at him for one stupid thing or another. In fact, he had somehow managed to pin down Malcolm's right arm which was starting to tingle from lack of circulation. He was going to have to move. Damn it.

He tried pulling his arm free inch by inch very slowly but Draco made a grumbling noise and shifted his entire body closer to Malcolm. Malcolm froze, not daring to breath until Draco stopped moving.

He is so pale. How can someone be so pale and so nice to look at simultaneously? He's lovely. Pissy and stuck up… but lovely just the same. I have such weird taste. But this is alright. I'd rather amputate my arm right now. I wonder if that would be an option if I was a wizard. Strange thought, walking around with only three limbs. Would that hurt? Probably but it *might* not if I was a wizard. I'm sure it wouldn't even be that noticeable. I could probably just wear a long sleeve shirt and stuff the empty side with toilet paper or something. He's going to freak when he wakes up and realizes how cozy he got with me in his sleep.

Draco's head shot up as if on cue with Malcolm's train of thought. He blinked his eyes rapidly, staring down at, well, Malcolm's left nipple as if he had never seen one before.

"S'matter?" Malcolm asked him sleepily. He yanked his arm free and then used it to numbly prevent Draco from bouncing upward like a shot puppy if he chose to take that route.

But Draco only laid his head back down and closed his eyes once more.

"Good morning to you too," Malcolm mumbled.

"You lied t'me," Draco said quietly.

"What are you talking 'bout?"

"Friends don't do this stuff."

"Duh. But you already knew that. Can't feign ignorance with me 'cause I know you're not stupid."

"Why'd you say that stuff about friends then?"

"Because I am your friend. We really want to bone each other- but that's a minor coincidence."

Draco sat up and Malcolm followed suit, fully awake by this point and judging the entire scenario with a sharp eye. Draco hung his head in his hands and rubbed at his eyes to get rid of the sleep.

"You're really thin. Don't worry though, it works for you."

"So is that what this is, then? Is this what it's all about?" Draco asked. He looked tired still, but now somewhat uneasy and unsure of himself. It made Malcolm feel bad for him.

"What do you think?" he asked Draco.

Draco didn't answer, still looking over at Malcolm with sleepy eyes. The circles were coming back like they always did when he was stressed. Malcolm took a gamble and snaked and arm around Draco's waist, pulling him closer.

"Come on, let's get some more sleep. Don't start worrying about this stuff now, please."

Draco nodded as if thankful for the suggestion and let himself be pulled back down. He already had his eyes closed again by the time Malcolm put an arm under Draco's head and slung the other arm around his waist.

"No weird places yet," Draco mumbled. Malcolm felt an urge to laugh but restrained himself.

"No weird places yet. Got it."