Author's Note: Written for my best friend's birthday. Set in Eighth year. Enjoy!
Harry was sat on a sofa in the common room, his knees tucked up against his chest while he stared at the flames. "What are you doing down here?" Draco asked curiously.
"Couldn't sleep," he replied, shifting his attention to the blonde.
"Bad dreams?" he asked as he settled beside the brunet.
He shook his head. "I literally can't sleep."
"I know it can seem that way sometimes-"
"I was awake every moment, Draco," he stated. "I even cast a Tempus charm all last night to prove it."
"That didn't even drain you did it?" he murmured. As the brunet's brow scrunched, the blonde dismissed the thought and rose. "You have a room to yourself, don't you?"
"Yeah, Neville, Dean and Seamus decided to share, and continued to even when Ron didn't come back."
"Then come with me," he urged, holding out a hand.
"You really think you could get me to sleep?" he asked as he took the blonde's hand.
"I have several tricks," he stated and pulled the brunet to his feet. "Without using potions," he continued.
Expression dubious, Harry led the blonde to the boy's tower, and up to the highest room. He laid his hand over the door and released the wards. "Old habits," he murmured as he opened the door.
"It isn't a bad thing," Draco replied as he followed him through and closed the door after himself. He kicked off his shoes and settled under the covers. "Come here," he urged, holding his arms open. Harry blinked but crawled into bed, settling beside the blonde. "I won't bite," he teased gently. With a huff, Harry shifted so that he was curled against the blonde's side, his head over his chest. Draco wrapped an arm around his waist, while the other reached up and ran his fingers through Harry's wild mane. Tension slowly slipped from the brunet's frame. "Sleep," he urged, continuing to card his fingers through Harry's hair as the lion's breathing slowly evened out.
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Harry came to with a soft hum. "Good morning," Draco murmured.
"I can't remember the last time I slept that well," he replied softly, stretching for a moment before cuddling back against the blonde.
"Glad I could help," he replied, carding his fingers through Harry's hair.
"Keep that up, and I'll go back to sleep," he murmured.
"It's the weekend," he pointed out.
"'Mione would worry," he pointed out.
"Message her," he urged. Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, before tapping into his magic. His Patronus burst into being. "He is beautiful," Draco murmured, watching as the stag raised his head majestically, before sprinting through the wall.
"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his cheek against Draco's chest, before he settled, listening to the steady beat of the blonde's heart.
"Sleep," he urged, resuming stroking the lion's wild mane.
"'Kay," he responded softly before his breathing evened out.
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Harry woke for a second time with a smile. "This must be boring for you," he murmured as he shifted to stretch.
"I did sleep too," Draco stated. The brunet's eyebrows rose. "You shift as you start to wake up," he stated.
"Sorry for waking you." The blonde clucked chidingly. Harry smiled. "You got something out of this too, didn't you?"
Draco's lips curved upward. "Hungry?" Harry nodded and Draco floated a picnic basket over to the bed. Harry blinked. "Hermione," he stated.
"Ah," he breathed, and released the stasis charms. "Should have known," he murmured. "You didn't have anything?" he asked as he lay plates of food out between them.
"Didn't want to wake you," he replied. "And I was still tired myself," he added before the brunet could comment.
"Having trouble sleeping too?" he asked softly, before having a bite of toast.
"Yes. Except for last night," he remarked, selecting a croissant.
"Huh," Harry murmured, chewing the remainder of his toast thoughtfully. He licked the crumbs from his lips. "Want to make this a permanent arrangement?"
"I can see the benefits in that," he replied, lips curving.
Harry regarded him for a moment. "What's in it for you, besides decent sleep?"
"Have more to eat than that, and I'll answer," he replied. Harry grinned briefly, before slipping a rasher of bacon between two slices of toast.
Once finished, his expression turned expectant. With a flick of his wand, Draco replaced all the food into the basket and recast the stasis charms, before floating it to the end of the bed. Harry's eyebrows raised, and Draco tugged the lion against him. As Harry's lips parted in surprise, the blonde lowered his head and claimed his mouth. Harry responded instantly.
He pulled back, and Harry pressed his lips together to savour the sensation. "Oh," he breathed.
"Always so oblivious," he murmured fondly, stroking Harry's cheek gently.
He leant into the touch. "Okay."
"Okay?" he repeated.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. "I'm assuming you want to have a relationship, so okay."
"More importantly," he spoke, laying a possessive hand on the base of his back, "I want you to be mine."
Harry licked his lips. "You've had my attention for a quite a while, I suppose it's time you had everything else."
"Be sure," Draco cautioned. "You know how possessive Slytherins can be."
"Yes," he replied, shifting so that he straddled the blonde's lap. "And that sounds…perfect."
Draco stroked his cheek gently. "I suppose I'd better confess," he murmured. As Harry's eyes widened his smile turned almost shy. "I've wanted you to be mine since the first moment I laid eyes on you." Harry closed the distance between them and kissed the blonde soundly, a touch he instantly returned.
When they parted, they were both panting hard. "Please tell me, you don't want to go slow," Harry panted.
Draco's lips curved upward in a smirk. "Only as slow as you want to go," he stated, the hand on the base of Harry's back dipping beneath his t-shirt and finding skin.
Harry let out a soft moan, and licked his lips, before meeting Draco's gaze solidly. "I don't want to go slow," he stated. "I want to belong to you, heart, mind, and body."
Draco shivered and pressed his lion closer so the brunet could feel his reaction to those words. "Don't do this because I want to," he spoke fervently.
Harry shook his head with a smile. "I want to," he stated. "I might not have realised quite how much before last night, but I really want to." When the blonde hesitated, Harry shifted so that his clothed erection rubbed against Draco's, and breathed, "I want you in me, Draco."
Draco's fingers dug into Harry's skin ever so slightly as he shivered once again. He reluctantly released his lion and had them both naked with a few flicks of his wand. They both moaned at the feel of skin against skin. He dipped his head for a heated, claiming kiss, before his tempting lion could say something else. Much more of that talk, and he might forget something important.
Harry pulled back, panting hard. "Draco," he whined.
"Shh," he soothed, "I have you." He stroked possessive hands up and down his lion's sides before rolling them over. Harry moaned, and Draco couldn't help a smirk. His eyes flicked over his lion's frame. "I'll go slower another time," he vowed, and cast cleaning, stretching and lubricating charms. He licked his lips. "Do you want a contraceptive charm?"
Harry nodded slowly. "Let's at least try dating a while, before we make that choice," he murmured, voice more than a little breathy.
Draco cast the spell and settled between Harry's parted legs, pressing the head of his cock against his lion's stretched hole. "This might be uncomfortable," he warned. "Promise me, that if it's more than that, you'll tell me."
"I promise," he panted. "Now get in me." Draco grinned and complied, breathing deep as he ensured he slid into his lion an inch at a time. They both moaned as he slid in to the hilt. "Draco," Harry panted. "It feels good, I promise, move."
Draco let out a wicked laugh and complied. He had the feeling his lion would be able to get anything he wanted out of him – as it should be. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders, his nails digging in slightly, urging the blonde down for a kiss. He kissed his lion, heated and claiming as he sped up his pace ever so slightly. As much as he wanted to pound into his lion – and he knew his lion wanted that too – he had to be careful. He didn't want his lion to have any painful reminders of this.
The brunet pulled back with a whine, hips shifting to meet Draco's every thrust. "More," he panted, eyes pleading. "Please, Draco, more." Draco urged Harry's legs around his waist, and shifted the angle of his hips, brushing over his lion's prostate. Harry cried out. "Again," he demanded.
Another wicked chuckle as the blonde complied, rubbing over the sensitive bundle as he shifted to small, deep thrusts, turning his lion into a panting mess. "Cum for me," he demanded in a rough purr. Harry dug his nails into Draco as he complied, moaning the blonde's name in a split second before his clenching hole sent Draco over the edge too.
"Sorry," he panted as he unhooked his fingers from around Draco's shoulders.
"Look at me," Draco urged, as he cupped Harry's cheek. Those gorgeous green eyes met his. "I enjoyed every moment," he stated. "I might get you to put some salve on it later, but I certainly didn't mind it at the time." Harry smiled softly as Draco flipped them over. "I love you," Draco stated, as he stroked Harry's now-messier hair.
"I think I love you too," he replied with a smile, linking fingers with the blonde as he cuddled close, listening to the beat of Draco's heart.