dracoharry100 | Teaching Teddy, 20

Title: Teaching Teddy, 20
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x4
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: Romance
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!

Author's note: Comments are love!

Summary: Harry and Malfoy wake up together, problems miraculously... unsolved.

Continued from part 19: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/189155.html#cutid1

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Harry’d assumed they’d fall asleep quickly, drunk as they were, but he’d not counted on Draco being surprised Harry actually wanted to cuddle. They both climbed into bed, and Harry just… kept moving. When he settled Draco’s head onto his chest it felt like he’d pulled a stick figure close.

“Whassa matter?”

“You,” Draco choked out. “I?”

“Thought you wanted a cuddle,” Harry pouted.

“You were serious about that?”

Harry didn’t have the words for this right now. He growled. “Cuddle!” he insisted, and tried to arrange Draco against him like a large, recalcitrant doll.

Eventually, they slept.

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Harry woke slowly, to a mouth gummed together, a slight headache, sweaty clothes he’d twisted around in his sleep, and a man. He nuzzled, hardly thinking, into the top of the man’s blond head. The man sighed sweetly and pushed his arse into Harry’s halfie.

That’s when Harry remembered he was in bed with Draco Malfoy.

Harry’s eyes flew open and he jerked backwards, a few panicked inches.

“Tha’ was romantic,” Draco drawled at him, but Harry could hear the hurt hidden underneath.

“Sorry,” Harry tried. “My… brush my teeth.”

“Oh,” Draco said, and caught Harry’s eye as Harry stood.

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Harry returned to find Draco sitting up in his bed, wand in hand, ankles crossed under the covers. “My mouth, too,” he mumbled. “Used a spell, though.”

“Smart,” Harry said, and sat on the side of the bed, feeling off-balance and uncertain. He wasn’t drunk anymore. He wasn’t sure he didn’t miss the excuse.

“So,” Harry tried. “I feel a little more, uh….”

“Clear?” Draco drawled again, distance in his voice like a curtain.

Harry allowed himself a short laugh. “Not drunk anymore, anyway.” He stared at the floor. “We slept for hours,” he finally said. “Wanna call your Mum?”

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“How?” Draco said, and looked at him, curious and open in a way that made Harry’s heart pound. “No Floo, right?”

“Patronus?” Harry tried. “Or, Molly made me take an owl.”

“Okay,” Draco agreed. “Parchment?”

Soon they’d sent Narcissa a short note and were back in the kitchen, drinking tea and waiting for the water to boil so they could have noodles for dinner.

“Pasta comes from a box,” Draco mused. “And sauce from a jar. Who knew?”

Harry felt self-conscious but Draco wasn’t mocking. “Not very romantic,” he tried. “Sorry.”

Draco jerked up, sharp from the box, eyes wide.

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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/194803.html#cutid1