(Continued of 'Night Time)
Draco dragged himself out of the kitchen fireplace, the one used for Flooing, with a heavy, tired groan. A pale hand tacked through messy blonde locks causing his fringe to enter his vision in clumps.
"Ick..," he mumbled to himself in disgust. It was almost 3 am, he expected Harry to be fast asleep by now. Draco was suddenly more than grateful for his day off with his Gryffindor. Sleeping in until noon snuggled next to a warm, intoxicating smelling body was more tempting than fresh crème brule and sweet strawberry wine.
Draco gulped down a glass in water in the kitchen before trudging upstairs, white and blue robes flowing in pursuit. He froze when he reached the open door into his and Harry's room, a smile grazing his tired face.
Harry was flat on his back, one hand resting on his cotton clothed tummy, and face furrowed with worry.
Silently, Draco stripped to his boxers and slipped next to his sleeping husband.
"That's mine." Draco chuckled clutching the hem by Harry's navel.
"I know; It smells good," mumbled the sleepy man.
They curled around each other face to face and partook in a lazy kiss. Tongues languidly rubbed and tasted every inch of each other's mouths, groans filling their quiet space. Their lips fit perfectly and fell into a perfect rhythm. Draco's lips tingled in pleasure causing him to whimper.
Harry clutched the blonde's waist, bringing him closer, and embraced him. His lips moved down his jaw to a pale neck.
"I have to work today..," Harry murmured in disappointment.
Draco deflated and held the other close. "No…," he whined.
The raven chuckled, "I know, I was looking forward to our day off too." Harry confessed while nuzzling Draco's ear getting a quiet purr in response.
"Next time?"
"Yes, Dragon. Next time."