Summary: Coffee and men only come in one variety for Draco.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter or any of JK's writings. Any references to other materials are unintentional unless otherwise stated. Any insult or inference is also unintentional.
Harry lay next to Draco as the beautiful blonde slept, looking more at peace than Harry had ever seen him. His hair, rumpled and messy, almost as bad as Harry's own, spread over his pale face and the dark blue of Harry's bed-sheets. Suddenly, Draco sat bolt upright.
"Harry. I don't care how good last night was. If you stare at me while I'm asleep I will walk straight back out of your front door." Growled Draco, who clearly wasn't a morning person.
"Coffee?" smiled Harry.
"Coffee would be wonderful."
Harry wandered off into the kitchen, admiring the debris around the flat of the night before. His own and Draco's clothes were strewn in a path leading from sofa to bedroom. For some reason, his boxers were in the fish tank. He went into the kitchen and began making coffee for himself and Draco.
"Draco" he yelled. "How d'you take your coffee?"
"Hot, strong and sweet!" shouted the other man.
"Just like your men" whispered Harry, then said out loud "Coming right up!"
When Harry re-appeared in the bedroom, Draco was fast asleep again.
"Bloody Slytherins and Malfoys who can't stay awake for five minutes" he muttered, setting the coffee cup on the bedside table next to Draco and slipping back into bed.
"I am awake. I just have my eyes shut. That alright for you?"
"No need to be rude Drake, I was only muttering."
"Bloody Gryffindors" muttered Draco.
"Oi!" shouted Harry. "Now who's bloody muttering eh?"
Setting down his coffee cup, he rolled over and wrapped his arms around Draco. Kissing him on the nose, he whispered 'Good morning you grumpy bastard.'
"I am not a grumpy bastard. I am a Malfoy. Occasionally, there does happen to be a subtle difference. But you wouldn't know."
"God Draco, what have I done? You're a proper bitch today!"
"The coffee will help" said Draco, reaching out to grasp the big mug of hot, strong, sweet coffee from the bedside table.
Harry decided the safest ting to do was to bugger off out until Draco-the-monster had left and Draco-the-kinda-nice-but-cocky man-boy had come back.
He decided to go out and pick up a couple of papers and some food for the day, so quickly got dressed, and pecked kiss onto Draco's once more sleeping forehead. Walking up the road towards the shop on the corner, Harry first began to think that things did not seem exactly right with the world. He knew they weren't when he heard the unmistakeable voice of Severus Snape whisper in his ear.
"You hid for a long time, Potter. Time to come out and face your adoring public I think."
He whirled round, and almost struck Snape as he did so. It was definitely him. The greasy black hair and hook nose of his ex-potions master was unforgettable. Especially the greasy black hair and hook nose of the potions master who had once tried to seduce him in detention.
"What are you doing here, Snape? How the hell did you find me?"
"Come with me Potter. This is not the kind of thing we can discuss on a muggle street."
Snape walked quickly off in the direction Harry had come, and beckoned him.
"Come on Potter."
"Where are we going?" Asked Harry, as always nervous in the company of someone who so clearly hated him.
"Your flat, you fool."
"But…" protested Harry.
"Don't worry Potter. I know who's there. I sent him."
A/N: Please RR, I lost my reviews when I was closed down as parseltonguediarist, so I need lots of reviewer love!
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Lily