A/N: Hey y'all! This was written for Hogwarts. Some PercyDraco fluff… because I love them. :P

Word Count: 736

Enjoy!

Percy rolled over in bed, blinking slowly awake. Though the picture was blurry, his blue eyes focused on the blond man beside him, still deep within the clutches of slumber.

The corners of Percy's mouth lifted up slightly. He reached out a freckled hand and smoothed Draco's hair off of his forehead, awed by the man beside him. Years ago, he never would have dreamed he'd be so lucky… he never would have dreamed that anyone would be in his bed period, much less someone he'd come to love so dearly.

Percy's eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, and, squinting, he could just barely make out the time—nearly four in the morning.

By all accounts, it was much too early to be up. But Percy knew himself well enough to realize that attempting to fall back asleep would be futile. So with a small stretch, Percy rolled out of bed and grabbed his glasses off of the bedside table. He placed them firmly on his face, then pulled on a dressing gown and made his way into the sitting room.

The next few hours were spent comfortably. Percy devoured a Muggle mystery novel and was working on a cup of tea. He had the radio turned down low, needing the background noise to concentrate (a side-effect of having so many siblings in the house growing up, he was sure). Eventually, though, the floorboards in the hallway creaked, and a groggy Draco appeared in the doorway.

"It is seven in the morning," Draco said by way of greeting, "and entirely too early to be up."

The grey-eyed man yawned and stretched, looking quite fetching in one of Percy's t-shirts. Percy chuckled lowly, his eyes fond as he watched his boyfriend enter the room. "Did you sleep well?"

Draco shrugged and walked over to the armchair Percy was sitting on and climbed onto Percy's lap, his long, pale legs stretched out beautifully. "Would've been better if I'd woken up by you," Draco told him pointedly.

Percy hummed as Draco's slim fingers dragged through his red curls. "Is that so?"

He was melting beneath Draco's touch. The younger man was so good at reducing Percy to mush, and he knew it, too. Draco's hands moved to Percy's shoulders, then began working the stiffness out of the muscles. A moment later, he answered Percy's question.

"Yes, it is. The bed was cold, which is a cruel and unusual punishment—"

Percy scoffed lightly. "What a horror—cold sheets. You're a delicate little thing, aren't you?"

Draco rolled his eyes, but he wasn't truly offended. "It's your youngest brother that's delicate—we all know Granger is the tough on in that relationship. I worry sometimes that she'll walk all over him."

"She doesn't need Ron's help to do that," Percy said with a grin. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against Draco's. "This is nice," he murmured.

Draco cocked an eyebrow, but he didn't pull away. "We do this most mornings."

"I know," Percy replied, a bit breathless, "but I mean… I'd like to do this for a long time, I think."

Draco was watching him carefully. "If this is your proposal, it's clumsier than Ron's will be."

Percy's cheeks colored as he thought about what a marriage would yield. He and Draco would live together, free to be in love and prosper… perfectly at peace.

Perhaps not completely at peace; they loved each other too much not to argue from time to time. But it was a promise of forever.

"Well, it wasn't supposed to be, but now I'm wondering if… if it should be."

Draco pressed his lips gently to Percy's. "Mmm. I think I like that idea."

Percy's face brightened, his heart in his mouth. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Draco smiled against his mouth. "We're engaged, Weasley."

Percy laughed lowly. "It would seem so, Malfoy.

Draco pulled back and looked at Percy slyly, his grey eyes sparkling. "My father will hear about this."

Startled and amused, Percy shoved his boyfriend—fiancé—whatever—onto the ground, watching Draco's long limbs tangle together. The younger man squawked in indignation and then pulled Percy down on top of him.

Completely overwhelmed by everything was feeling, the best Percy could do was bury his nose in the spot where Draco's neck met his shoulder, breathing in the Slytherin deeply as fingers dug into Percy's red hair and back.

Breakfast was soon forgotten, which neither man minded much.