Draco woke with a start, eyes wide, holding himself perfectly still. He could see a figure in the darkness and held his breathe. Finally, his eyes focused and he could see that it was Harry, sitting up, hand pressed over his mouth to try and muffle his erratic breathing.

Draco breathed out, forcing himself to relax. He slowly pushed himself up with a sigh, turning on the lamp and using his wand to conjure a glass and fill it with water.

"I warned you," Harry said weakly.

Draco gave Harry the water, "Do you want your glasses?"

Harry shook his head. He slowly drained the glass with shaking hands. "...I'll be fine."

"More water?"

Harry shook his head, and Draco vanished the glass.

"You can go back to sleep," Harry said.

Draco yawned, "How does it take usually? To get back to sleep?"

"Not long," Harry said.

Draco snorted, "Liar."

"Sometimes it's not long."

"So your dream-" Draco saw Harry stiffen, "-did it make sense?"

Harry was silent and breathed out all at once in relief that turned to laughter sounding a heartbeat away from a sob, "No! It was so stupid!"

"Merlin, I hate that," Draco said and leaned against Harry, laying his head on his shoulder.

Harry's laughter faded, and he sighed, his shoulders relaxing, "Thanks."

"I just did what I would want," Draco said, "Do you want any potions. Dreamless sleep?"

"No," Harry said. He paused, forcing a light tone, "Emergencies only."

"Pansy nearly beat the shite out of me the last time she thought I took dreamless sleep."

"I got sat down at the table for a serious talk with Molly Weasley and Hermione," Harry said.

"I'll take the beating," Draco said.

Harry grinned, "Yeah, I think I'd rather that as well."

Draco fought down another yawn.

"You really can go back to sleep," Harry said.

"Hmm," Draco said sleepily, "There's something I use, did I ever tell you about my ferns?"

"Your ferns?"

"I've been trying to make a new calming potion from them, but I haven't figured out how to totally neutralise the sedative effects," Draco said.

"What?"

"It makes you sleepy," Draco said, "I take it after I have a nightmare."

Harry looked up at the ceiling and sighed, "I'll try it."

Draco dragged himself upright and opened the bedside drawer, taking out the small vial of blue tinted liquid, swirling it and pulling a small amount of liquid into the dropper. "Ready? It'll hit you quickly."

Harry nodded after a moment's hesitation.

Draco usually took three drops for a deep sleep, but he only gave Harry two in case it affected him more strongly. He put the bottle away, and when he turned back Harry was already fighting to keep his eyes open.

Harry lay down with a huge yawn. Draco echoed his yawn and pulled the blankets back up. Harry's eyes were nearly closed when Draco settled back into his pillow.

"Should this be strange? Us here together?" Harry asked, hardly more than a murmur, "I feel like I should be more nervous."

"Probably," Draco said, "You never had much sense."

"But I trust you. Ron and Mione say not to, but I do."

"No sense at all," Draco said.

A smile crept on Harry's face as he finally let his eyes close, "You whine a lot, but you never do anything I don't want you to."

"I could," Draco said, feeling offended on principle.

Harry's smile grew and then started to relax.

"Harry?" Draco asked quietly and received no response as Harry's breathing deepened into sleep. Draco wet his lips and leaned forward, stealing a kiss. "See? Not to be trusted at all," Draco muttered. He frowned at himself, resisting the urge to brush his thumb over Harry's lips like he could wipe the kiss away.

Draco turned off the lamp and shrugged deeper under the plush comforter. "You're worth waiting for, moron."

  '~*~' 

Draco slowly blinked awake, grimacing at the light filtering around the curtains. He was on his back, one arm flung out over the open side of the bed, and something warm was pressed tight to his side.

Draco eased the comforter back and found, that despite the massive size of the bed, Harry had ended up half curled up against Draco's side. He had his knees drawn up towards his chest and his head snugly pressed into Draco's armpit, one arm flung over Draco's chest.

Draco slowly carded his fingers through Harry's hair, studying his face. He felt like he could have easily mistaken Harry for fifteen at that moment without the lines of tension and tightness in Harry's jaw he always seemed to have when he was awake.

Harry's breathing shifted, his eyelids fluttered, and then he held very still.

Draco kept playing with his hair with a growing grin, "Good morning, Harry."

Harry slowly opened his eyes, "Don't laugh."

Draco didn't, barely. "It's your reaction that's funny, if you must know."

Harry shifted and slowly unfolded himself, stretching like a cat.

"How did you sleep?" Draco asked.

"Good," Harry said with a yawn.

"How would you rate the quality of your sleep compared to other times you were awakened by a nightmare?"

Harry squinted at him, "Are you-? Is this a survey?"

"I need all the data I can get," Draco said, "On a scale of ten. How do you feel?"

Harry continued to squint, and Draco was afraid that the expression was meant to be a glare. And seeing as he wouldn't get any answers if he laughed in Harry's face, he handed Harry his glasses and then went back to brushing his fingers through Harry's hair.

Harry sighed into the touch, "Fine, I guess... eight or nine?"

"And how do you normally feel after a bad night?" Draco asked.

"Dunno, five?" Harry said.

"And would you recommend it to-?"

Harry smacked his arm, "Enough, arsehole."

Draco grinned, "Thank you for your participation. Would you like your reward?"

"Maybe," Harry said suspiciously, "Depends."

Draco pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead.

"I was thinking it would be a bit more than that," Harry said.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "You never completed the survey."

"Stuff your stupid survey, I want a proper kiss," Harry said.

"I worked hard on that survey," Draco said affecting a pout.

"You did not," Harry countered. He pushed himself up on one elbow to kiss Draco.

Draco lurched backwards, putting a hand over his mouth, "Cheater!"

Harry grabbed his wrist, jerking him close with a grin. Draco shoved him back with his free hand, fighting not to laugh as they tangled and pushed and pulled at one another, the comforter falling off the bed, the pillows ending up as impromptu weapons lost to the floor, both of them laughing until they were breathless and Harry finally managed to grab both of Draco's wrists, pin him to the bed and kiss him.

Harry leaned back to say something and stopped. And the look in his eye made Draco's breath catch.

Draco lifted the leg between Harry's, brushing his inner thigh.

"Harry shivered, "I- I don't..."

"Just kiss me. Kiss me again and again, and we can stop whenever you like," Draco said.

Harry leaned down and hesitantly kissed him. The kiss deepened, and Draco slid his knee higher, his neck straining upwards like Harry was Icarus' sun. Harry grip loosened just enough to thread their fingers together, pressing their hands back into the sheets.

"Draco," Harry gasped against his lips, finally, finally pressing his body down against Draco's. He rolled his hips against Draco's thigh, hesitant and gasping.

The thin fabric between them let Draco feel almost everything and not nearly enough. He bit his lip, forcing himself to slow, to meet Harry at his pace, to move with him. A whimper escaped Draco but before he could be embarrassed Harry kissed him again.

Draco pulled a hand free, touching Harry's cheek, sliding back into hair and down, possessively cupping the nape of his neck to keep him close as he kissed along Harry's jaw and neck. He came all too soon with Harry's name caught in his moan.

Draco held him tight as Harry's movements grew more frantic. He pressed his face into the curve of Draco's neck as he came, his groan stifled by the fabric.

They lay collapsed together. Draco pushed Harry's thin teeshirt up, running his hands up Harry's back, tracing the line of his spine with his fingertips.

Harry said, "That was...amazing."

"Mhm," Draco said.

"We should get cleaned up," Harry looked around for his wand.

Draco grumbled and held on tighter.

"Come on-"

"No," Draco muttered.

Harry pulled free anyway but at least had the decency to stay close.

Harry pointed to the far side of the bed, "There it is, can you grab my wand?"

Draco said, "I'd love to. Preferably without our pants in the way."

"Draco."

Draco threw an arm out, patting around in the mess of sheets aimlessly until he found Harry's wand and passed it over.

Harry cast a cleaning spell over them, "...How does my wand feel?"

"Hard."

Harry rolled his eyes, "You're impossible."

There was a snap of apparition as Kipper appeared at the side of the bed.

Draco felt Harry jump.

"Good Morning, Young Master, will you and your... esteemed guest be wanting breakfast?" Kipper asked flatly.

"Yes, you can send it to the sitting room. Thank you, Kipper," Draco said.

Kipper bowed stiffly and apparated away.

"Does he normally do that? Just show up?" Harry asked faintly.

"Yes. It's how he's always done things," Draco said. "Kipper hates all the other changes I've made, so I let him be a little shit about things like this." He sat up and stretched.

"What if we were doing- you know. Would he-"

"No, of course not. That wouldn't be proper," Draco said crawling to the edge of the bed.

Harry caught his arm, "About my wand, because yours feels friendly, so I was wondering what mine felt like to you."

Draco sighed.

"It's not bad is it?" Harry asked.

"I'm thinking," Draco said. "It was complicated..." he smoothed his hair back absently. "Hopeful, I suppose."

"Hopeful," Harry repeated softly.

  '~*~' 

They argued over the bathroom which Draco won because it was his bathroom and to which Harry swore to never let him go first again once he came out. Draco indignantly replied that he didn't take that long and swept away to his dressing room to get changed. He put on grey slacks, pulling a green jumper the colour of Harry's eye over a simple white button up.

"This is ridiculous," Harry said as he joined Draco in the dressing room.

Draco glanced around as he pulled his sleeves straight. The walls were filled with racks and shelves of clothes, all charmed to hold more than they first showed.

"Wonderful you mean," Draco said.

"Nah," Harry said.

Draco sniffed, "You look like you get your clothes out of a dumpster."

"You look like putting a stick up your arse is an essential part of every outfit." Harry stared at him, almost holding his breath to see if he had gone too far.

Draco rolled his eyes, "It's called good posture, you neanderthal."

"Prat," Harry grinned.

"Anyway," Draco gestured to the neatly folded pile of clothes on the one of the chairs in the centre of the room, "Kipper cleaned your jeans and jumper, you're welcome to borrow anything else you might need, unless you plan on continuing to wear the same pants and tee shirt you've been wearing since yesterday."

Harry pulled up the collar of his tee shirt and sniffed it experimentally.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"It's alright," Harry said.

Draco went over to the drawers pulling out one of the few pairs of boxers he owned and throwing them at Harry who snapped them out of the air without thinking.

Harry frowned at his hand, "Silk? Really?"

"How about you try them before you start whingeing like a child," Draco said sorting through a stack of undershirts and picking one out, throwing it after the boxers.

Harry caught it with a sigh and held it out in front of himself. He went to pull his tee shirt off and stopped, "Are you going to leave?"

"Why?" Draco asked dropping onto the chair and leaning over the back to watch.

"Because I'm hungry," Harry said.

Draco didn't move.

"Because me changing is probably going to end up being more than just getting dressed-"

"Sounds lovely to me," Draco said.

"Yes but I'm hungry and I- yeah. Just bugger off, okay?" Harry said impatiently.

Draco stood up. He gave Harry his most long-suffering expression as he slowly walked to the door.

Harry ignored him.

As soon as the door clicked closed behind Draco, Harry called, "Can I ask you something?"

"Any reason why you waited to ask until I left the room?"

"Erm..." Harry hesitated, and Draco could hear the faint rustle of clothing, "I can't get myself to ask otherwise?"

Draco leaned against the door frame, "Go on then."

"You said before you'd had casual relationships, so I was wondering how far you'd- or what you'd done before?"

Draco frowned, "As I remember it I said, nothing formal."

"Same difference, isn't it?"

"Then said I didn't want to talk about it," Draco added.

"It was bad then?" Harry asked.

Draco squeezed the bridge of his nose, "What gave you that idea?" he asked sarcastically.

"Who was it?"

"I'm not falling for this again," Draco muttered to himself. "You first," he called through the door.

"Wha-?"

"You heard me," Draco said, "If you want to know, you have to tell me your entire dating history first."

"I went on one date with Cho, she was my first kiss," Harry said reluctantly, "Ginny and I made out, and groped a bit ...you're the first person I've ever done anything more with." There was a long pause, "I was kind of busy." Harry pulled the door open and frowned at him, "Draco?"

"I was your first," Draco repeated faintly.

"Yeah?"

"You have excellent taste," Draco said, his voice wavering only slightly. He turned away as his face started to flush.

Harry caught his arm and pulled him back, "You're really okay with it? I know it's weird for a grown bloke to have no experience."

"Okay?" Draco said, his face getting unbearably hot, "Okay? I am- I-" he floundered after his words in the face of Harry's anxious expression. He leaned down and kissed Harry, tugging on the front of his worn blue jumper "It's more than okay. I want all your firsts. I want every single one of them."

"Oh," Harry relaxed and smiled faintly, "That's good then."

Draco kissed him again "Shall we have breakfast then?" Draco asked nodding towards the table.

Harry kept hold of his arm, "What about you then? I told you everything."

Draco sighed and looked down at his feet. "Handjobs. A few blow jobs, given not received. He was 'straight'," he said sourly. "It ended when... when I wanted more emotionally."

"Who-?"

"Who isn't important," Draco said pulling Harry to the table, "Come on, you said you were hungry."