A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is a gift fic for Bex (DobbyRocksSocks )

I hope you enjoy this Drarry!

Word Count: 1469

The smell of bacon cooking stirred Draco from his sleep. He sleepily blinked one eye open and realized he was not in his nice over sized bed at Malfoy Manor. No, this bed was much smaller. Draco sat up causing the red and gold blanket to fall from his naked torso.

"What the bloody hell?" he muttered, yanking the blanket off entirely. He was still wearing his pants. He sighed half with relief and half with exasperation. What the bloody hell had he been doing last night? He remembered leaving the Manor, remembered going out to drink away his latest bout of emotions. He did not remember going home with someone, much less undressing.
"You're up?" a voice called. Draco froze entirely recognizing it instantly. Suddenly the night before flooded back to him. He remembered getting into a stupid drinking contest with Potter, claiming he could do anything better. That had apparently been a mistake. Potter, he was in Potter's bed! Out of all the places he could have ended up, why did it have to be Potter's bed?

Draco quickly scrambled from the bed to see Harry standing in the doorway, his arms casually folded across his chest. At least he was entirely clothed, Draco really didn't want to think about Potter's naked chest, or any other part of him, at the moment. He already knew exactly what Harry looked like, he'd spent so many years fantasizing about him, stealing glances when he could. He doubted Harry knew. The man had been oblivious then and was most likely just as oblivious now.

"Where am I, Potter? Why am I here?" Draco demanded, trying to make his voice sound threatening. Harry just laughed.

"You're here because after we got drunk together, you challenged me to a game of strip Quidditch...which isn't a thing actually. I told you to sod off, go home and sleep it off. Instead you followed me home, stripped down to your pants and then passed out on my bed. You also kept saying we would make an amazingly brilliant couple and I should marry you," Harry stated as he tried not to laugh. Draco blinked.

"Well, um, I was obviously very drunk," he stated. "I must have been completely mad."

"You also tried to vanish my shirt," Harry added. "You remembered that spell at least. I still can't find my favorite green shirt. I've made bacon and eggs if you're hungry. I think there's some hang over potion in the loo if you need it," Harry offered. "The loo is through there, kitchen's downstairs," he added. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

Draco watched him walk off and stared at the space where Potter had been standing. He couldn't believe himself. He'd told Potter they should get married!? It was bad enough Draco's whole life seemed to be in a downward spiral.

He'd finally managed to get the Manor back, although the place was so thoroughly stripped he barely recognized it. The ministry had taken anything that could be considered dangerous. Then his father's creditors had taken anything that could have been considered of value.

Draco, at this point, only had his name, a few outfits, and a very large, very empty house. Even the house elves were gone. He didn't ask what had happened to them. They weren't as loyal to him as they had been to his father. He wasn't surprised.

Draco washed his face, finding his clothes handing on the towel bar. Thankful he hadn't managed to lose them too, he dressed quickly and found himself downstairs standing in Harry's kitchen.

"I don't know how you like your eggs, I hope scrambled is alright," Harry was saying as Draco took one of the empty chairs at the table. The kitchen was brightly lit and painted in a combination of yellows and off whites. Draco couldn't help but think it looked extremely open and friendly.

"Scrambled is fine," he answered, trying not to stare at Harry's behind. It was very nice after all.

"I made coffee too," Harry said. Draco nodded, finding himself with a steaming gold and red mug in front of himself. He added a little cream and sugar. He took a sip as Harry filled their plates and sat down across from Draco.

"Um, thank you for breakfast and for, um, not...last night..." Draco muttered. He'd been raised to be polite to his host at least.

"You were drunk, Draco. I'd have been an idiot to do anything without your say so," Harry answered, taking a bite of his eggs. Draco nibbled at his own breakfast, thinking about everything he'd apparently confessed to Harry last night. He also couldn't deny Harry was actually a decent cook, better than any of the house elves the Malfoys had had working for them.

"How much of that was true?" Harry finally asked.

"I honestly don't remember everything I even said," Draco admitted.

"You said you'd lost everything, that's why you were out drinking in the first place?"

"That part is true, well, in a way. I've still got an empty manor, a few possessions, but otherwise, yeah, it's true," Draco admitted quietly. Harry nodded encouragingly at Draco. For some reason, that made him feel a little better at least.

"You said you'd had a crush on me since fifth year, when I stood up to Umbridge and you thought was incredibly hot?" Harry asked. Draco felt his face flush.

"That is also true," he admitted, staring at the coffee in his mug. How drunk had he been last night to confess all of this? Why had he confessed all of this? It wasn't as if telling Harry any of this was going to do any good.

"You admitted you wanted to kiss me, do more than kiss me, and then tried to kiss me," Harry added. "I almost let you kiss me," Harry added, giving Draco a smirk.

"I'm not going to bother denying that," Draco stated. "I should head home, Potter. Thank you for breakfast, it was very good, actually."

"You're welcome, Draco. Do you really want to go back to that empty house? I'm off work today, we could go do something?" Harry suggested. Draco stared at him.

"After everything I did and said last night, you want to spend time with me?" he asked, unable to believe this. No one wanted to spend time with him anymore, not since he'd lost his fortune, since his name had lost its power. Apparently the people who liked the real Draco Malfoy were few and far between.

"Truthfully, I've wanted to kiss you since third year," Harry admitted, taking a drink of his own coffee.

"You kept thinking I was a Death Eater!" Draco nearly yelled. Harry laughed nodding.

"I did, and I was worried about you," Harry admitted. "And a bit obsessed," he added, giving Draco a smile.

"The Arrows are playing a day game today," Draco said after a moment. "They're not doing so well this season, but it could still be fun? We could go watch?"

"That sounds great, and Draco, you don't need to be lonely. I'm here if you want a friend... or more," Harry said, giving Draco a quick wink before cleaning off the table. Draco stared at him for a moment before a smile spread across his face. Sure, he'd done something incredibly stupid last night, probably made a complete fool of himself, and yet... here he was, in Potter's kitchen making plans to see a Quidditch game later today. Maybe things had worked out after all?

"I'd like that," Draco agreed, rising to try and help Harry with the dishes, something he'd never done before in life.

"All you do is spray them clean, wipe them with soapy water, rinse and put in the dryer," Harry explained. Draco turned on the sprayer and ended up hitting Harry in the chest instead of the plate. Harry laughed at Draco's terrified expression.

"Or we could start a water fight before we see the game," Harry laughed, splashing Draco with soapy water. Soon both men were soaked, laughing loudly, and having the time of their lives. Exhausted they both collapsed back at the table, using magic to dry themselves and the kitchen.

"We should get going if we want to make the game," Draco commented, glancing at the clock above Harry's refrigerator.

"Right, let's head out then," Harry replied, giving the kitchen one last look as he and Draco exited the small flat, Draco still marveling at the fact he and Harry were together and taking yet another stolen glance at Harry's arse. Yes, drinking had been stupid, getting drunk had been stupider, but if he'd had a chance to do it again, Draco would have done the exact same thing to finally end up with Harry.