Harry and Draco work together, and get along. They're Aurors, but there's a lot of boring paper work involved.

Harry knew that the last month had been hectic for Draco. It was the busiest time of the year, and they'd had many cases. Which left them with a ton of paper work.

Along with all the work, recently someone had broken Death eaters out of Azkaban, which included Lucius. Seeing the shadows under Draco's eyes, Harry was fairly sure he'd been having nightmares of his father, and not sleeping enough.

The ministry was not helping either, because they thought Draco somehow helped them escape, and was bringing up any old incriminating evidence against him.

Adding to the pile, Draco's mother had been sick.

So Harry wasn't surprised when in the middle of doing paper work, Draco started yawning a lot.

The sofa they were on was comfy, and had enough room to place all the paper work in an organized manner.

"You should lay down and do the reading," Harry told Draco.

Normally Draco would fight getting the reading because it was easier. He wanted to prove that he deserved this job he fought tooth and nail to get. When he didn't fight Harry, and listened, this was just more proof of how tired he was.

Draco curled up on the remaining space there was on the couch. He was forced to put his head on Harry's legs, which Harry was encouaging. In his tired state, he placed his head on Harry's lap, and attempted to read. Everything was already a blur because he was so tired.

When Harry heard light snores, he let out a chuckle and continued with paper work. There wasn't too much left. A couple hours worth maybe, and he was willing to work late.

......

Harry woke up from an accidental nap, and realized it was a couple hours past midnight.

He yawned, and decided to do something he'd wanted to do for a long time. Play with Draco's hair. It just looked so soft, and he'd patted Draco's head a couple times. Each time ended in a complete fit from the blond about people seeing his hair messed up. He knew Draco would probably be mad, but temptation took over. Either way, who would see?

Slipping his fingers in, the soft feeling was wonderful. Softly he brushed his hands through the hair and marvelled at how unknotted it was. Tugging lighty, Harry became enthralled. He continued for a good while, not noticing the time slipping by.

Eventually Draco awoke.

Harry froze as soon as Draco moved. When Draco pushed into his fingers lightly, he took it as a sign to continue.

"What time is it?" Draco mumbled

Harry paused a moment before replying quietly, "a little after three"

Hearing Harry's voice, Draco fell off the couch.

"What in Merlin's name were you doing?"

"You fell asleep on my lap, and in my defense your hair looked incredibly soft."

Draco scoffed, and left.

There was no way Draco was about to let slip that that was the best he'd slept in years.

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