I Swear This Time I Mean It ✔️

Chapter 7

Waking up in his boyfriend's embrace was easily one of the top three best feelings that Draco Malfoy had experienced to date. The feeling of contentment and safety was overwhelming in all of the best ways possible. Draco laid awake for about half an hour until Harry finally woke up.

"Why didn't you wake me up?", Harry asked groggily, blindly reaching for his glasses.

"If you weren't tired anymore you would have woken up. Clearly you needed the sleep my darling", Draco replied, placing his hand over Harry's.

"You're so sweet."

"Only to you."

"Closet softie", Harry whispered, snuggling back into Draco.

"Don't you go tarnishing my reputation now", Draco warned playfully, pulling Harry closer to him.

"Wouldn't dream of it", came the soft reply, as Draco's fingers carding through Harry's hair lulled him back to sleep.

This time when Harry fell back asleep, Draco carefully got out of bed and took a shower. When he returned, he was met with a very pouty Harry with a messy case of bed head.

"You left me", he accused, sulking as he held Draco's pillow close to him.

"I needed to take a shower. Now it's your turn so that we can go get some breakfast. I'm going to visit Blaise and make sure he didn't kill the Weasel."

"Make sure Seamus didn't get Pansy drunk off her arse."

"Maybe we should just go together then. I'll do my hair and get ready. You always take much less time than I do."

"Deal. Just don't forget to move the beds sweetheart."

"Of course my darling."

Harry slid out of bed, and walked over to Draco, pulling him into a tight hug. Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder, completely relaxing into him. Until Harry decided to be a cheeky git that is.

"Harry!", Draco squealed, clutching his towel to his waist tightly.

Draco had emerged from their bathroom, wearing only a towel. He had fully planned on getting changed immediately, expecting Harry to be asleep. Having Harry's hands slip into his towel to squeeze his arse was the last thing Draco expected.

With a laugh, Harry leaned in, pecking Draco on the lips, and then walked into the bathroom. Draco started to get ready, waiting the appropriate amount of time before enacting his revenge.

Once he was dressed and ready for the day, he quietly slunk into the bathroom where Harry was humming along to some music that was playing. Slowly, he peeled back the curtain, grinning because Harry's back was facing him.

Biting his lip to contain his laugh, he smacked Harry on the arse. Hard. Because he was feeling extra kind today, he then moved his hand to steady his boyfriend's arm so he didn't face plant in the shower.

"Draco Malfoy!", Harry yelled, clutching the shower curtain around himself as he turned around.

"That's Draco Malfoy-Potter to you baby", he flirted, batting his eyelashes at Harry.

It was a null point as Harry couldn't see him too well anyway.

"I can't believe that of all the people in the world, I fell in love with your sorry arse."

"You love this arse, or else you wouldn't have grabbed it. That'll teach you to slide your hands in my towel won't it."

"It won't stop me, but I appreciate the effort. Now, unless you want a second shower, I recommend you leave immediately."