A/N: It's my birthday! That totally crept up on me. I know people will kill me for saying this, but I feel old. And I'm only 20… I'm having a mini crisis. Can you imagine when I actually get old? I'll need a good therapist and drugs. Lots of them. Anyway. Please tell me what you think, but I can already tell you'll like it :D. Oh. You'll see.

And ps, you have to go read my other fic. I just posted a one shot and I'm making you read it. NOW! It's a lemon, you'll like it hopefully.

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The next morning found Draco ecstatic at having a hangover potion in his near vicinity. He woke up with a pounding headache, which was somewhat abnormal considering he hadn't been that far gone.

Perhaps it was the vampire reacting badly with the alcohol. Again. He should really stop doing that, he reflected, before peeling himself out of bed to find the hangover potion.

Upon returning, he saw Harry lying next to where he had woken up. The brunette had an adorable line of drool connecting his mouth to the pillow.

'Ugh,' he thought to himself in disgust, 'it must be love if I think that's cute.'

Finding he couldn't possibly wake his mate up when he knew he would be waking him up to pain, he went outside to his private common room to kick the others out.

He found Hermione and Ron curled up together on a loveseat and his friends spread around the room in various uncomfortable looking positions. He winced, looking at Blaise who had his knee bent in a funny and unnatural way against his chest. That would hurt.

Having less regard for them than he did for Harry – he was a Slytherin after all – he went around poking them up, tell them to go back to their dorms before anyone realized they were absent. This of course, was ridiculous because it was already 8:30 am, the middle of breakfast. People were bound to have already noticed they were missing.

Crowding the last of them out, Pansy telling him she would see him later, he crawled back to bed. Yes, he had taken a hangover potion but it was the weekend and he was unwillingly out of bed before eleven. Something had to be done.

And the added bonus of Harry being in said bed, just made the thought irresistible.

The next coherent thought he had was 'Oh Merlin I'm comfortable."

Harry was spooning up behind him and he wasn't sure he had ever been in this position before. He would never have wanted to be in this position before. But here he was, trying to pretend he was still asleep so Harry wouldn't know.

He was sure his mate was awake, just because of the way he was shifting. It was as though he was trying not to wake Draco up.

Draco smiled. He couldn't help it. It was just so nice knowing that Harry cared enough to want to let him sleep. Never mind that he himself had done the same for Harry not hours ago.

Somehow, unfortunately, Harry realized he was no longer sleeping and started to pull away but found himself unable.

Draco was holding on to him, not letting go. "Stay, I'm warm."

Harry smiled, "Okay. Do you know what time it is though? I should probably be getting back for breakfast."

Draco tensed, a bit uncertain. "Harry, it's past breakfast. By quite a lot I would imagine."

"…Really? Damnit, I had rather hoped I could get back and no one would know the difference. I got up before too, to get hangover potion but you were asleep and I didn't hear anything outside so I figured it was still early."

Draco shrugged. "I sent them back the first time I woke up, and I suppose they probably don't mind too much. They wouldn't have left so easily if they thought you would be getting in trouble for it. Besides, who would notice that would care?"

Harry conceded. "True. The Professor's won't notice and I don't entirely care about anyone else knowing I wasn't in my dorm." He laughed. "Last night was fun though, yeah? I've never seen Hermione let loose before."

Draco joined him laughing. "Well Blaise was quite interesting. Still, it's been worse so I suppose we should be thankful."

Harry hummed in agreement and then very lightly grazed his lips across Draco's neck and cuddled forward into him.

As he pushed forward, Draco could feel his erection pressing into his ass cheek. This prompted him to turn around for easier access.

He was on top of Harry, hips lined up as he attacked his mouth. Their kiss wasn't well coordinated or altogether properly done, but it felt wonderful to both parties.

They grinded their hips together, hissing at the feeling through the boxers they had both slept in.

Draco swept his hand down Harry's body, touching the elastic on his boxers and gave him a questioning look.

Harry nodded quickly but his face was anxious.

"Harry, I won't if you don't want me to, you know that yes?"

"I do want you to, believe me. I'm just always a little nervous."

Draco smiled at him, taken in by his nervousness. He pushed Harry's boxers down, easing them over his hard on as gently as he could. When Harry's cock snapped back to his stomach, he took it in his hand and slowly cupped it.

As he started to move his hand up and down, he kissed along his collarbone. Harry's breathing hitched.

"That's so good." Harry breathed, hoping in the back of his mind Draco would take it a step further.

As if hearing Harry's thoughts, Draco shimmied down his body and nipped at his hipbone. He loved Harry's hips. They were perfect and muscled and… close to other things.

Daringly – he had never done this before and was a little frightened – he placed a kiss next to Harry's pubes.

Harry's head snapped up so he could look down at him. "Are you sure?" He asked, not knowing what he would do if the answer was no.

Instead of answering, Draco flicked his tongue over Harry's shaft and took the head into his mouth.

Harry's stomach muscles tightened quickly and he let out a strangled cry. He turned his head and muttered "Oh Merlin," into the pillow over and over as Draco slipped further down on his cock.

Unable to tear his eyes from the sight of Draco's plump lips gliding up and down his cock, he tangled a hand lightly in the blond hair and stroked it. He needed something to do with his hands but he didn't want to push Draco down or anything.

He nearly lost all control and came on the spot when Draco looked up at him.

"Fuck Draco. You're so good."

Draco smiled around his cock and chuckled. He pulled of for a moment and stuck his finger in his mouth, moistening it, and went back down on him.

Draco was making a valiant attempt at deep throating, but still had to use his hand to pump the rest he wasn't getting. His other hand, with the wet finger traveled down.

This was all too much for Harry who let his head drop and shut his eyes tightly. He was too close to coming to be able to watch Draco do this to him.

Draco finger brushed against his hole before poking its way in. The feeling in itself wasn't new to Harry, who had fingered himself, but the fact that it was somebody else's finger was foreign. And not in a bad way either.

He wiggled his bum a few times to help Draco along, and encourage him that it felt wonderful.

Once Draco became more adventurous, and it took awhile because he was still trying to coordinate sucking Harry off and fingering – two new concepts, he found his prostate.

He knew because Harry jumped, tensed and cried out all in the space of a second.

This sent Harry into his orgasm and he hurried to say, "I'm gonna cum," giving Draco the chance to pull away.

Draco made his acceptance as clear as he could with Harry's cock halfway down his throat and sounded out, "Uh-huh."

And with that, Harry let go; truly let go. He grabbed onto Draco's hair, rougher than he would have liked but he would only think of that later, and pumped his hips a few times, spilling his cum into his mate's mouth.

Draco was doing his best to swallow but it was hard to catch onto everything and he ended up with cum dribbling down his chin. He pulled off Harry, extracted his finger and went about getting himself off frantically.

Harry stopped him, putting his hand over the others, and got to his knees so they were level with each other. "Let me." He said and swiped his tongue, licking up the spilt come.

He replaced Draco hand with his own and started quickly jerking him off. Draco was already so close from the excitement of seeing and feeling Harry come that it didn't take long before he was leaning heavily against Harry, sucking desperately at the base of his neck and splattering his come all over them both.

It took a moment for the experience to wear off, but once it did he fell down to the bed and dragged Harry with him.

"…That was good. We should definitely do that again soon."

Draco laughed. "Yes Harry, we should. But first we should get cleaned up. I don't know about you, but I'm not fond of drying cum on my person."

Harry sighed. "I don't want to move. Are you really up to it, after that?"

"Well… I was thinking more along the lines of using the wands we have within arms reach."

Harry scowled. How, after so many years in the wizarding world, did he still forget? "Yes, fine then." He blushed a little. "Hand it here please."

Draco laughed. "Okay, here." Harry had the sneaking feeling he knew what had happened.

"So, what are your plans for the day?"

"I dunno, what are yours?" Harry had honestly been planning on being lazy. All his homework was finished and especially after that little wakeup, he didn't have much energy.

"Do you want to ask the House Elves to bring up some food and we can work from there?"

"Sounds amazing."

A half hour later, they were both dressed and showered and there was a rather delicious looking platter of eggs, bacon, tomatoes and toast sitting by the armchairs.

They ate off the platter, not bothering to fill the plates brought up, and decided they liked the same things for breakfast, to the point there was nothing left of the eggs, and way too many tomatoes left over.

"Alright well that's out of the way, what about the rest of the day?" Harry asked, not bored but wanting something to do nonetheless.

Draco checked his watch. "It's already quarter of one. We've done nothing with the day. Do you have any homework left, or can we actually do something worthwhile?"

"I'm finished my homework, what did you have in mind?"

Draco shrugged. "I was just thinking we should make something of the day if we can. After all, it's school tomorrow."

Although it was good in theory, they realized when you're trying to think of something to do, the concept escapes you. They ended up, at five that evening simply lying together on the couch, Draco's arm around Harry's shoulders, talking.

First they talked about nothing in particular, just day to day things, and then it got a little deeper, onto life aspirations and beliefs.

"I know people expect this is all I think about, but Voldemort's never really been predominant in my life. It seems he's there at the end of every year, but then for the rest of the time, he's just an annoying figure." Harry said.

Draco looked at him. "It's never been that way for me. With my father so deep in that whole thing, I'm constantly thinking about him and what's going on."

"You probably know a lot more about the whole thing than I do then. I know I should care more, and I'm very sorry your fathers in there but… I think if I thought about it too much, it would consume me, you know?"

"Well then I suppose it's a good thing… I wish I could turn off my thoughts like that though."

Harry laughed, breaking the intensity of the conversation. "You do realize that sounded really insulting. But no worries, I understand."

"Who's to say I didn't mean it to insult you?" Draco asked the familiar smirk coming into place.

"I say so. So there. I win." Harry frowned, not really understanding what was going on.

Draco laughed. "You're so cute when you're confused."

"I'm cute, am I?" Harry said, smiling.

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Okay well that was a hard chapter to get into, but once I did, it was okay. Tell me what you think and again, GO READ MY OTHER FIC! It's short and a one-shot so nothing to have to get invested in.