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)
