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Draco had always generally been slow to wake. Not cranky. Just…not all there for a while. Not until he’d been up and about for a bit. So when he woke with someone wrapped around him, it was really quite confusing. He was facing away from whoever it was, and their arms were wrapped tight around him under the blankets. But there was a certain bulge pressed against him that told him quite emphatically that whoever it was, they were male.
He’d had dreams like this so much in the last six months. He would turn, and it would be Harry, and they would kiss. But waking from those dreams had never been easy on him. It had always been so hard to get back to sleep. God, if this was a dream… Draco wasn’t sure if he wanted to wake more, scared the arms would evaporate, and he’d be left with this longing once more. The need to finally know Harry wanted him, and only him.
The arms tightened around him, so real, and Draco’s breathing sped up. Not a dream, then. But…what if, in his loneliness, he’d slept with someone else? Blaise had offered, after all, when Draco had explained. But Draco had wanted Harry to be his first. He’d played with Blaise before, but…sex with another man was different. What if he’d finally decided he needed too much and given in to Blaise’s advances? Would Harry ever touch him then?
Then there were lips brushing his cheek, and a sleepy voice. “Draco? Are you all right?”
Harry. That was when the memories of the previous night came flooding back. Returning to show Harry the Manor. His pleased surprise at what he’d done with the place. His little surprise about the connection between Harry’s home and the Manor. And then…
It had been everything he’d ever dreamed. Kisses that never seemed to end. Harry’s arms around him. Hot skin, slick with sweat as they moved together, Harry inside him making him feel whole…
Draco shifted, turning to his lover, and beamed at the sleep-tousled man looking at him worriedly. “God, yes.” He leaned forward and kissed Harry softly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better."