Title: Making a Day
Chapter: 2/3
Paring: Harry/Draco
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rating: NC17 (omgomgomgmyfirsttime)
Notes: HBP never happened.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone. Well 'cept the plot-ish thing. The rest is JK Rowling's.
Beta: maryfic

Summary: Harry, 21 years old, is now living as a muggle. Then one day he meets Draco, who he hasn't seen in almost 3 years and the friendship they've started so long ago develops into something more.

Making a Day

"So this is where you live?" Draco asked, "I knew you lived amongst muggles but somehow I'd expected something fancier, Harry," said the grinning Slytherin.

Slapping Draco lightly on the shoulder, Harry turned to unlock his apartment door. "Don't be an ass, Malfoy or it's out on the street again," the smile in his voice letting the blond know he was only joking.

Draco snorted. "You'll never get rid or me now, Potter. I fully intend to abuse your Gryffindor kindness."

Harry let out a laugh as he opened the door and gestured for Draco to get in.

Harry took a deep breath and then sighed with happiness. "Home sweet dry home."

He knew his apartment wasn't really fancy but he liked it because it was solely his. Living room, guest room, bedroom, kitchen, and a toilet; that was all he had and all he needed.

"Make yourself comfortable, Draco," Harry said as he bent down to unlace his soaked shoes.

"I wouldn't dream of anything else."

After putting their shoes against the wall so they could dry, Harry turned to Draco, who was dripping and had a nice puddle forming on the carpet at his feet.

"You have to get out of those clothes."

Draco leered at him. "I didn't know you were in such a rush, Harry," he purred.

Harry coloured. "You moron," he mumbled and blushed even more when Draco laughed.

Draco patted him on the head. "Dry clothes would be wonderful, Harry."

His face still a bit red Harry went to his bedroom to fetch some clothes for the teasing blond.

"T-shirt and sweatpants, okay?" he shouted to Draco.

"Sure, that'll be fine!"

Returning to Draco with said garments Harry stopped dead at the sight of Draco's pale stomach coming into view as the blond tugged the wet shirt up. Taking a deep breath and pretending as is if nothing had happened, Harry quickly averted his eyes before Draco's emerged from the wet tangle he was in.

"Here you are," Harry said as he handed over the clothes.

"Thanks," Draco replied with a grin as he started to undo his pants.

"No problem," Harry squeaked, and quickly retreated to his bedroom.

Once inside, he let out a quiet moan. He knew that he'd had feelings for the blond for quite some time, beginning with their friendship roughly three years ago now, but he wasn't prepared for them to still be lurking inside of him.

Stripping out of his clothes Harry quickly dressed, his clothes resembling those he'd given to Draco except his had different colours and his t-shirt being larger than his guests'.

Peeking out of the room, Harry saw Draco sitting on his sofa rubbing his arms, probably for warmth.

"You cold?" Harry asked.

"Mmhm," Draco nodded, still rubbing his bare arms.

Harry disappeared into his room for a minute before emerging with a blanket in his arms.

"Here you are," he said as he gave Draco his favourite "snuggle blanket", as Hermione called it.

He could almost hear Hermione's teasing voice in his head. "You're letting Malfoy borrow it? Harry, me and Ron are barely allowed to touch it!"

The smile Draco sent his way made his knees a little weak. Not that he would admit that, to Malfoy or himself.

"Thank you, Harry."

The brunette returned the smile before heading into the small kitchen.

"You want a cup of hot chocolate?" he asked as he opened a cupboard.

"That'd be nice, yes," came Draco's voice directly behind him, "need any help?"

Putting the two mugs on the bench Harry turned around and couldn't help but laughed at Draco's appearance. He still had the dark blue blanked wrapped around him and his hair was sticking up everywhere.

Harry a smile forming on his face. In a way it was hard to think of this relaxed Draco as the same person who he himself had drooled over just a few minutes ago, the heat Harry had felt in his stomach before was now replaced by a warm, comfortable feeling.

"Well, aren't you a cute one," Harry teased, and poked a blanked covered arm.

Draco half smirked, half smiled at him.

Quickly turning around to hide the fact that he was blushing like a schoolgirl, Harry reminded himself that this was very much the same person as before. Wet or not. But Draco really did look cute. And hot. And the voice in Harry's head needed to shut the hell up.

"You could heat up the water if you'd like," Harry said, still not facing Draco. "The saucepans are there," he added, pointing at a lower cabinet beside the oven.

Having heard the blond shuffle across the kitchen, Harry opened the nearest cupboard to search for the chocolate powder. He heard Draco find the saucepan and fill it with water. Harry couldn't quite believe that Draco Malfoy was being domestic in his kitchen. A slow smile grew as warmth spread through his stomach. Draco was in his kitchen.

Grabbing the chocolate powder, Harry closed the cupboard door and found Draco sitting at his kitchen table studying him.

"What?" he asked, feeling a little self-conscious.

That odd, mysterious smile again. "Nothing."

If Harry felt like expending the energy to raise an eyebrow, he would have. In all truth, though, he was starting to think this was some kind of game that he wasn't about to let Malfoy one-up him in. Considering that, he settled for gently putting the canister of chocolate down next to the stove.

"Are you hungry or something?" he asked over his shoulder.

Draco hesitated a second. "Yes, quite a bit, actually."

Harry mock glared at him. "Then why didn't you say so!?"

He immediately opened the cupboard again, looking for something he could prepare quickly.

"Umm, I don't really have much fast food right – Ah!" Harry emerged from the cupboard, "noodles!"

At Draco's blank stare Harry gaped. "You've never had noodles?"

"Um, no," Draco said as he tilted his head a little as he studied the rectangular package in Harry's hand.

Harry grinned and handed him the noodles. "Well you have to try it then," he said as he brought forth another saucepan and headed for the sink, "it might not be the best food to satisfy your hunger but I love them."

He put the now filled saucepan on the stove. "You like chicken flavour, right? It was the only one I had." It was actually the only one he's ever had, being quite fond of the flavour.

"Chicken's just fine," Draco said as he handed back the package.

Ignoring the tingle spreading through his arm as their fingers brushed Harry asked Draco if he'd like his noodles crushed or as they were.

"What's the difference?" the blond asked, "it tastes just the same, doesn't it?"

Harry laughed. "It sure does, this is non-magical food you know. It's just you can't really eat with a spoon if you don't crush them first."

"Ah," Draco said, "well, go ahead and crush them then."

Ten minutes later both Harry and Draco were seated on the sofa, Harry sipping on his chocolate and Draco eating his noodles, which he'd told Harry was delicious.

They were watching some soap opera on the television but Harry wasn't really paying attention to it; as he was too busy watching Draco.

When he thought about it he'd never really seen Draco eat before. Of course, he had at Hogwarts, but watching, or rather glaring at Draco from the Gryffindor table as he ate with a refined grace was way different then seeing him now. He looked more relaxed, actually seeming to be comfortable.

Harry found himself smiling softly.

The former Slytherin had changed since Hogwarts, not only his personality. His chin wasn't as pronounced as before, or it might be because he held himself in a different manner, but he'd grown. His nose was pointy, but not overly so as it had been when he was younger and his features seemed smoother now than before.

Harry let his eyes travel down to Draco's lips and couldn't help but to bite his own. Draco had thin lips, but still visible. Harry loved them.

Draco opened his mouth and ate another spoonful of noodles.

Harry swallowed, his gaze transfixed to the way Draco's lips were closed over the spoon.

Unknown to Harry the other man was very much aware of the attention he was getting, but kept his eyes firmly on the TV as he licked his spoon.

Harry swallowed again.

Needing to focus on something else, fearing that he might do something uncalled for if he didn't Harry focused on the pale neck showing above the blanket and only wondered a little how it'd taste. Focus, right, the oh-so-helping voice in his head drawled.

Draco shifted a little and a foot poked Harry in his ribs. "You're staring at me," he said, still not turning away from the TV.

A bright red colour formed on Harry's cheeks at being caught and he looked down into his nearly empty mug. "Only a little," he mumbled.

Draco just chuckled and continued to eat his soup.

A comfortable silence rested between them and not daring to sneak some that a few glances Draco's way Harry let the sound of the TV gently start lulling him to sleep.

He heard Draco shift and looked at the blond, who just had put down his bowl on the table. Then he shifted position on the sofa and placed his head in Harry's lap.

Harry stared, not moving an inch, at the blond head resting in his lap. He had somewhat calmed down from the thing the blond had done with the spoon, and his erection had faded, mostly. However as Draco got comfortable he rubbed the back of his head right over Harry's crotch, therefore waking up a part of Harry that the brunette would rather not discuss.

"You don't mind, do you?" Draco murmured, facing the television.

"No, not at all," Harry responded, his voice coming out slightly squeaky, being very much aware of what the pressure of Draco's head was doing to his cock as well as a pale hand resting on his thigh.

A few minutes passed and Harry desperately prayed that Draco wouldn't notice the state he was in. Thus, he felt himself sagging with relief in time with Draco's breathing becoming slower and more even. Slowly, as not to startle him Harry couldn't help but to thread his fingers through Draco's hair, marvelling at the feel of it.

Draco sighed and the hand resting on Harry's thigh squeezed a little.

Stilling his motions, Harry looked down at the man in his lap.

"Mmmm, keep going," Draco murmured, as he gave another squeeze with his hand and snuggled his head more firmly into Harry's lap.

Completely stilling him motions Harry stared down at the back of Draco's blond head. There was no way that Draco hadn't noticed his erection by now. The former Gryffindor's hands felt slightly sweaty.

Courage my ass, Harry thought as he bit his lip.

With a low whine Draco pushed his head up into Harry's hands, obviously wanting him to continue to touch his hair.

Carefully doing as he was silently asked to do, Harry resumed petting Draco's unbelievably blond hair, placing his other hand on Draco's shoulder.

After a few minutes of staring at the television without actually seeing anything Harry heard Draco's breathing beginning to slow down again. Leaning forward a bit Harry took a look at Draco's face, and seeing the relaxed features of it he gave a little sigh.

Very carefully Harry let his hand travel to the blond's throat, gazing at the contrast between Draco's pale skin and his tan hand.

Biting his lip, Harry glanced at Draco's face. He was still asleep. Harry knew he was treading on dangerous ground. He shouldn't be doing this. Not while Draco was sleeping.

But his hand moved with a will of its own, lightly caressing a pale chin, and Harry could feel the faintest hint of hair. Then slowly, ever so slowly he let his fingers trail over that beautiful mouth, barely touching the lips but still feeling them with his whole body.

Then he felt those lips move, and for a panicked second Harry stilled. A soft kiss was pressed to his fingers and Draco turned his head and looked up at him.

With his heart beating in his ears Harry gazed back.

A pale hand reached up and settled on his neck, pulling him downwards.

Harry didn't struggle against it but bent down and Draco's lips met his own. At first his lips was unyielding, his brain not having time to catch up with what was happening, but as Draco's soft lips gently moved against his Harry felt himself responding. He placed his own hand on Draco's neck.

The kiss was slow, careful, just their lips dancing together. Their breath commingled as they parted and then came together again.

Harry was nearly bent in two and his back was starting to hurt from the awkward position but then Draco captured his bottom lip between his teeth and tugged lightly on it; leaving Harry with nothing but that single sensation.

Lazily Draco opened his eyes and ended the kiss, parting their lips enough for speech but not enough to break the contact between them.

"I didn't know you were gay, Harry," he whispered and Harry felt the words caress his lips.

He caressed Draco's chin and whispered back, "You do now," and kissed him again.

TBC