Monday Fun Edition- Morning Struggle
He felt himself fighting consciousness, burrowing his face in his pillow to evade the sounds of Harry’s snitch-themed alarm clock. A sleepy wave of his wand mercifully made the irritating noise fade away only to be replaced with the rhythmic pattern of rain hitting the window panes.
Draco pulled the comforter from where it rested at his waist and covered himself up to his shoulders, a bit of maneuvering had him in his favorite position with his back pressed against Harry’s front.
The brunette remained dead to the world and merely threw an arm around Draco causing the blond to shiver when his nose rubbed against the back of his neck.
‘Lucky sod,’ Draco thought without malice. Harry didn’t have to get up to go to the Ministry until 8:00, unlike him who had teams to assemble and assignments to delegate. He had no idea how he had been roped into being the Minister's right hand man but there he was, waking up at 5:00 in the morning to make it in to work by 6:00.
He glanced at the clock, it was already 5:15, he needed to get up in the next few seconds to be able to run through his morning routine and make it to the office in time.
‘Get up,’ he urged himself, tentatively exposing his toe to the cold morning air and then quickly retreating the poor appendage.
The warmth of Harry’s body was too addicting and the promise of cold, prickly droplets of rain outside hitting his skin could not compare to the muscle and sinew that rubbed against him now.
It was Monday, he reminded himself, the busiest day of the week; an entire weekend of post accumulated at his desk along with a list of responsibilities a mile long.
Just as he was building up the resolve to get himself out of bed the grip around his middle tightened. He felt lips form the words against his neck as he heard the muffled request.
“Don’t go.”
Draco pulled back a bit to fully take in those half-cast emerald eyes, the creases in the stubbly cheek and the rumpled mess of black hair and knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
Responsibilities or not, Draco Malfoy did what he pleased and there was nothing he wanted more than to stay in bed with Harry, and if he made him a little late as well, he thought while trailing his hand down the lightly muscled torso, he was sure Harry wouldn’t mind.