Draco yawned and stretched, his hands hitting only air. 'That's not right, I remember going home with someone last night,' He thought. He looked around the room and saw vintage wood paneling and the same stuffy wallpaper his grandfather had. But there was also a pile of robes and denims in a wingback chair in the corner.
He mused over where he was. Just then, the door opened to reveal Saint Potter himself. Draco let out a groan.
"You? And what is this?" He asked, referring to the tray in Potter's arms.
"It's breakfast in bed, you berk. I actually know how to treat my one night stands." He poked his tongue out.
Draco sighed, looking very put upon. "Very well, bring it here."
On the tray were poached eggs, crispy bacon, four triangles of buttered toast and a cup of fruit salad. All Draco's favorites. Something inside his chest twisted. Maybe it was heartburn.
"I suppose this will do. Are you eating with me or did you already eat?"
Potter chuckled and stuffed his hands in his pajama pockets. "I already ate but I'd like to keep you company if that's alright."
The blonde shrugged nonchalantly. This wasn't how his one night stands normally went.
Taking his shrug as affirmation, Potter sat on the side of the bed and placed the tray on Draco's lap. He ate quietly but slowly, watching Potter. The dark haired man ran a hand through hair that was in the middle of growing out, hitting his shoulders. It looked good; certainly less messy.
"So I had a good time last night." He spoke after a beat.
"I didn't hate it." Draco replied after chewing a bite of toast.
Potter shifted looking constipated. "We could do it again. Sometime, I mean."
Draco thought about it. "Alright but I will demand more breakfasts."
"Deal. " Harry said with a brilliant smile.