Title: Early to Rise.

Rating: R.

Summary/notes: Harry/Draco for m'dear Sparkler (because she gave me a gmail invite and is just generally lovely).

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The sight of a very naked Harry Potter standing at the foot of his bed was the first that greeted Draco as he awoke. The second was the steaming mug of tea clutched in his hands.

Yawning, Draco stretched out into the tangle of blankets cocooning him. "I could get used to this kind of wake-up," he muttered sleepily, the sweet, mellow aroma of Harry's beverage wafted towards him and catching pleasantly in his nostrils.

"Glad to hear it." A sheepish grin spread across Harry's face, quite out of place with his state of undress. Not that Draco was complaining about the latter. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he let his gaze roam lazily up and down the awkward, slender form before him, coming to rest at the juncture of Harry's pale thighs. Harry's cock, he noted with amusement, had assumed the "good morning" position.

"Someone's up bright and early, I see," he smirked, detangling himself from the blankets enough to sit up.

Harry took a nervous sip of his tea, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. "Er, well – you know what they say. 'Early to rise, early to bed.'"

"I'll think you'll find it's the other way around."

"Oh, really." Harry arched an eyebrow over the edge of his mug, his own gaze tumbling over Draco's bare chest. "We shall to see about that."

(228 words)