Title: Forever
Author: Miz Thang
Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, HP/DM
Rating: FRM
Word Count: 494
Warnings: Slash, obviously.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the little story's idea. Everything else belongs to who it belongs to.
Summary: Harry thinks it's onlt the middle of forever for them. He hopes. Sequel to Symbolic.For my au100 claim of Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy. This is the Big Ass Table.

"Wakey, wakey."

Draco wishes, with every fibre of his being, that Harry would stop waking him up at the ungodly hour of eight in the morning. As Draco is a very rich bachelor, there is utterly no point to do anything but sit around and be rich all day.

"Harry, get away or I will hex you." His voice is muffled by the pillow over his head, and it takes away the effect of his words, but since he acutally manages to get them out, he figures that's what counts.

The bed dips and he can feel Harry's body heat as he slides under the covers. Two arms wrap around him and Harry tucks his chin into Draco's shoulder.

"You're cranky in the morning."

"State the obvious. Did I not already prove this time and time again?"

"That you did." Harry presses the full length of his body against Draco's back and Draco relaxes into him. "I think my favorite was the time you hit Zabini."

"Oh, you would. "Draco says reproachfully. "You and Blaise detested each other."

"That we did." Harry agrees. "And don't think it wasn't about you."

"And here I was thinking it was just unresolved sexual tension. Silly me."

Harry grins into his neck. "Can you get up now?"

"I can be persuaded." Draco hints.

Draco thinks it's typical of Harry to use sex to wake him up. Yes, it's very typical. However, the method is always completely different. Harry likes to be inventive and Draco appreciates that much. He thinks he may start sleeping late on pupose just for the waking up part.

His eyes slide closed in pleasure as Harry's mouth travels over his shoulder and down his body. He tracks Harry's light touch down the length of his body, breathing a bit hard as Harry runs his hand near his inner thigh.

"I think," Draco pants, eyes still closed, "my favorite…part…is the persuasion."

"You would," Harry replies, his hand finding his destination, and Draco groans.

"Draco!"

Draco's eyes shoot open and her hisses, "What the hell is Davis doing here?"

"You invited her for brunch the other day." Harry hisses in response.

"Why did I do that? She's a cow."

"She's not that bad, Draco."

"Says you." Draco retorts. "I'm not going to sit through brunch wishing she'd leave."

"Harry!"

"One moment!" Harry yells loudly. He looks at Draco. "I have a suggestion."

"Please tell me."

Despite the sarcam, Harry does. "Well, you need to take a shower. And so do I."

Draco's glare desolves into a mild look. "Fine. Tell her to get a bit patience. And hurry up."

Harry lets go of Draco and watches, with more affection than he'd thought possible as Draco enters their bathroom and then sound of the shower starting reaches his ears.

It's been one year since Draco was nearly knocked down by Harry outside the coffee shop. Harry thinks it's only the middle of forever for them. He hopes.

-end.