Author's Note: Nothing much to say on this one. Enjoy, and please review!

Warnings: Slash.

Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine.

"Draaaaaaco?" Harry looked over his shoulder to see if his boyfriend was ever going to get up.

Draco stumbled into the room, looking slightly bleary and rubbing his eyes. He wrinkled his nose for a moment adorably as he sniffed the bacon-and-egg scented air. His eyes widened a little as he took in Harry's current state of...undress. It wasn't often that you could wake up to your boyfriend of three months cooking you breakfast in only his boxers. Draco crossed the room quickly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist in a possessive hug.
Harry leaned back into the embrace, closing his eyes as he breathed in the smell of his boyfriend. Never, never had he smelled something as good as Draco's singular mix of soap and cologne.

He smiled a little to himself as he thought of the events of the night before. That certainly had been some celebration. He caught a vague whiff of alcohol as his boyfriend's breath passed over his face. Harry began to smirk a little, remembering some of the things Draco had *ahem* thought of doing last night, but his smirk was interrupted as a pair of soft lips covered his. Draco's kiss still held all the passion of the very first...well, second kiss that they had had. Merlin knows their first kiss had been plenty sweet, but it was nothing on their second.

Draco tightened his grip a little as Harry slumped back against him slightly. He loved that after waiting two years, he could finally make Harry's knees weak with just one kiss. Turning Harry in his arms, he entreated Harry to deepen the kiss, flicking his tongue gently against Harry's closed lips. Harry eagerly complied, opening his mouth softly to Draco's probing tongue. They stood like that, locked in an increasingly passionate embrace, until a slight smokey scent wafted around them.

Harry leaped away from his lovers embrace, and ran the few steps to the oven.

"Bloody...in the name of...I forgot the biscuits!" he cried angrily. Harry hurriedly grabbed a potholder from the hook on the handle of the oven door. He yanked open the door and grabbed the slightly blackened biscuits. Swiftly he set them on top of the stove across two of the burners. (He had adamantly insisted when they got the house that they have muggle appliances of various sorts, as he preferred to use them as opposed to a wand. They were, after all, the one thing that was not utterly awful about his younger years with the Dursleys. Also, Draco, with his new curiosity for all things muggle, had wanted to know how the various things worked. In the first few months after his apologies, the people who accepted them most easily were Harry, Hermione, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Harry could still remember the exuberant laughter and gasps of awe emanating from Arthur's shed when the two of them got going on muggle "artifacts".)

Draco feeling incredibly guilty for making his love upset, even if he had meant well when he distracted him, walked over to the pan of still smoking biscuits and gingerly picked one up, blowing on it and tossing it from hand to hand to cool it. He winced slightly as he saw just how burnt it was, but he was determined to make Harry less upset...even if it meant making himself sick on burnt biscuit. Tightening his grip on the biscuit a bit he slowly began to raise it towards his mouth. Inch by inch it got closer and closer to his lips, and with every inch his dread grew greater. Just as he was about to bite into it...Harry's pale hand closed over it and gently pulled it away. Draco looked at Harry questioningly, and was very startled to see Harry grinning at him sweetly, but with his eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

"Draco? Love, I truly do appreciate the thought. Believe me. But I wouldn't have made Voldemort eat a biscuit that burnt." Harry smiled at his boyfriend and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Now let me dish up the rest of breakfast. We will just have to do with toast this morning instead of biscuits."

Draco, realizing that the trouble had passed, smiled back and went to sit at the table. As he sat down, he realized what a mess he must look. Glancing down at himself he realized that it was even worse than he had feared. When he had thrown on the first clothes he came to on the way downstairs, muddled by sleep, he had thrown on his own pajama bottoms, so at least that was ok, but he had apparently grabbed Harry's dress shirt from the night before. Unfortunately, while Harry was a fair bit shorter than he was, Harry had much broader shoulders. So, Draco was sitting there in a shirt two inches too short for him, that was draped awkwardly off of his shoulders. Draco, slightly disgusted with himself for looking like this, (he could only imagine how bad his hair must look. Oh well, at least he had gotten out of that awful habit he had in his younger years of slicking it back all the time. Now his bangs brushed softly along his cheekbones, the shimmering blond strands highlighting his steel gray eyes,) pulled Harry's shirt off and tossed it in a corner of the kitchen. Glancing upward, he was just in time to see the slight widening of Harry's eyes and the sharp intake of breath as Harry looked at him.

Harry watched as his boyfriend pulled off his shirt and threw it into the corner. He was not, however, expecting the effect it had on him. He blushed a little as he realized that in the boxers that were the only things he was wearing, his...rather visceral reaction was quite visible. Harry hurried to the table and quickly set the food down, immeasurably glad that he had brought the food all in one go. He quickly served himself, then stared down at his plate, carefully not making eye contact with Draco. He knew what Draco would try to do...and they didn't have time. Harry had promised Ginny he would go to lunch with her and give her all the juicy details.

After they (not nearly as worried as they might have been, after all, George had come out as gay to his family a year before,) had told the Weasleys about their sexual orientation, and relationship, the Weasleys, being the wonderfully accepting people they were, threw a large party to celebrate. It turned out that Bill and Charlie had had a running bet on whether or not Draco and Harry would end up together after they saw the way Draco had looked at Harry. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley were just happy that their favorite two bachelors were no longer single. It was nice that they could look after each other.

Harry finished off his food, wiped his mouth on his napkin, and got up from the table. He reached down and grabbed his plate, then glanced over at his love.

"You all done with your plate, dear?" he asked quickly. He was slightly more braced for his reaction this time, but still. Ugh, and he would have to go to lunch with Ginny like that. He was sure she would tease him if she noticed...which she would, because she was Ginny.

Draco nodded and stood up, handing his plate to Harry with a smile of thanks. Pleased with himself at seeing Harry swallow hard as he stood up, he walked languidly across the room to the doorway. With one hand on the door frame he turned around and gave Harry a teasing wink. Harry flushed visibly, and Draco stifled a giggle of amusement.