both in and out of the bedroom. They’d lounge on their sofa many an evening, Harry with his head in Draco’s lap as Draco carded long fingers through the raven strands. The ache in Draco’s chest grew.

And then there were Harry’s eyelashes. Long and thick and fluttering against the tops of his cheeks as dreamed. Harry had beautiful eyes even when they were closed, and Draco missed the way they used to look at him like he was the only thing in the world so much, that he could hardly look Harry in the eye at all now.

It seemed Harry could feel Draco’s hand skimming lightly through his hair because he unconsciously pulled Draco closer and nuzzled his face into Draco’s neck just like he had when they were married. Draco’s heart was ready to explode with need and want, but then the spell was broken.

‘Draco…’ Harry muttered in his sleep. Reality struck.

And that was how, in the fourth month of Draco’s agreement with Hermione Granger- Weasley, Draco Malfoy woke up in bed with Harry Potter.

Fuck.

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