A/N: First of all, I want to say Thank you to the reviewers that have
appealed to my growing ego! ^_____^ I loved all the feedback, (Well,
except for maybe the flame, but they have a right to express their opinion,
so it doesn't bother me.) and by popular demand I am continuing this story!
I doubt the second part's going to be very good, but oh well. ^^ It'll
be in Harry's POV.
Disclaimer: I am merely drowning in the ocean that is Harry Potter. ^__^
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Cheese: Yes, please. ^______________^
I opened my eyes lazily in the arms of my lover. A beam of sunlight shone through a window, casting golden warmth across us. I turned my head to the left, prodding his ribs with my elbow. "Wake up, pet."
He pretended to sleep; I knew I had awoken him. Draco is an incredibly light sleeper. All you have to do is whisper and he wakes up like you blew a foghorn in his ear. However, he refuses to respond to his nickname, "pet". When I first started calling him that, he ignored me for three days. He obviously needed a little urging…heehee…I quickly debated whether I should wake him up by nibbling sexily at his ear and driving him mad with desire or the fun way. Not that the other way wasn't fun…
"Pro…Professor Snape!" I sputtered quickly, expecting Draco to bolt upright. He remained on the floor like a blob. It's dreadfully annoying when someone knows you well enough to see through your lies.
"I'm never going to wake up if you call me 'pet'." His voice was muffled as he spoke into the floor. He has the most adorable way of sleeping on his stomach, which may or may not prove to be useful one of these days…
I ruffled his hair (since he detests it almost as much as being called "pet") and grinned at the pretend-sleeping figure. "You know, Draco, in that position you're rather vulnerable…" my voice trailed off, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. He rolled over and narrowed his eyes at me contemptuously.
"You're sick, Potter. Really, you are. Talking about taking advantage on helpless old me." He feigned a look of disgust. "Honestly."
I pinned he shoulders to the ground and swung my leg over his stomach. Sitting on his torso, I played with a lock of hair that framed his face. "You know you would have enjoyed it." I said, copying the smirk I saw him wear for many years.
He grinned; he always looked beautiful when he did that. A year ago, I would have never guessed Draco Malfoy even knew how to smile, yet it was worth waiting seven years to see it alight his face. "Probably, but that's beside the point." His face took a more seriously light, and he reached up and traced the lines of my face. "Guess what, Harry Potter."
I collapsed on the stone floor next to him and turned my head so that our noses almost touched. I suddenly had the absurd memory that Eskimo's kissed by rubbing noses. I made a mental note to tell Draco about that later. Suddenly, I heard him speak. "I love you."
For a second, I blinked. We'd been dating roughly seven months, but neither of us had gone so far to say those three words. I felt a grin touch my lips as I rolled onto my side and kissed him softly. "I love you, too."
He smiled. I believe it was the happiest moment of my life.
A/N: A tad short, but writing fluff is difficult! I mean, jeez. Well, anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. It's the morning after Dumbledore finds them, in case you didn't know. They were sleeping when Dumbledore found them, and I didn't think that'd make a very interesting story. "Once upon a time Harry and Draco slept. They kept sleeping. Dumbledore walked in. They were asleep. When he walked out they were still asleep. In fact, they slept all night. The end." I don't know, not awe-inspiring, huh?
Anyway, I love reviews! *hinthint*
Disclaimer: I am merely drowning in the ocean that is Harry Potter. ^__^
Feedback: Yes, please.
Cheese: Yes, please. ^______________^
I opened my eyes lazily in the arms of my lover. A beam of sunlight shone through a window, casting golden warmth across us. I turned my head to the left, prodding his ribs with my elbow. "Wake up, pet."
He pretended to sleep; I knew I had awoken him. Draco is an incredibly light sleeper. All you have to do is whisper and he wakes up like you blew a foghorn in his ear. However, he refuses to respond to his nickname, "pet". When I first started calling him that, he ignored me for three days. He obviously needed a little urging…heehee…I quickly debated whether I should wake him up by nibbling sexily at his ear and driving him mad with desire or the fun way. Not that the other way wasn't fun…
"Pro…Professor Snape!" I sputtered quickly, expecting Draco to bolt upright. He remained on the floor like a blob. It's dreadfully annoying when someone knows you well enough to see through your lies.
"I'm never going to wake up if you call me 'pet'." His voice was muffled as he spoke into the floor. He has the most adorable way of sleeping on his stomach, which may or may not prove to be useful one of these days…
I ruffled his hair (since he detests it almost as much as being called "pet") and grinned at the pretend-sleeping figure. "You know, Draco, in that position you're rather vulnerable…" my voice trailed off, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. He rolled over and narrowed his eyes at me contemptuously.
"You're sick, Potter. Really, you are. Talking about taking advantage on helpless old me." He feigned a look of disgust. "Honestly."
I pinned he shoulders to the ground and swung my leg over his stomach. Sitting on his torso, I played with a lock of hair that framed his face. "You know you would have enjoyed it." I said, copying the smirk I saw him wear for many years.
He grinned; he always looked beautiful when he did that. A year ago, I would have never guessed Draco Malfoy even knew how to smile, yet it was worth waiting seven years to see it alight his face. "Probably, but that's beside the point." His face took a more seriously light, and he reached up and traced the lines of my face. "Guess what, Harry Potter."
I collapsed on the stone floor next to him and turned my head so that our noses almost touched. I suddenly had the absurd memory that Eskimo's kissed by rubbing noses. I made a mental note to tell Draco about that later. Suddenly, I heard him speak. "I love you."
For a second, I blinked. We'd been dating roughly seven months, but neither of us had gone so far to say those three words. I felt a grin touch my lips as I rolled onto my side and kissed him softly. "I love you, too."
He smiled. I believe it was the happiest moment of my life.
A/N: A tad short, but writing fluff is difficult! I mean, jeez. Well, anyway, I hope you enjoyed it. It's the morning after Dumbledore finds them, in case you didn't know. They were sleeping when Dumbledore found them, and I didn't think that'd make a very interesting story. "Once upon a time Harry and Draco slept. They kept sleeping. Dumbledore walked in. They were asleep. When he walked out they were still asleep. In fact, they slept all night. The end." I don't know, not awe-inspiring, huh?
Anyway, I love reviews! *hinthint*
