The room was almost silent in the early morning light. The deep, regular breathing coming from the bed next to him punctuated the tapping at the window which told Draco it was raining. He stretched carefully as the cover slowly slipped off his chest. He smiled as more of Harry’s broad chest was revealed. He carefully pulled the cover back over, trying not to wake the raven-haired saviour.
Draco took a moment to watch that tanned, sleep-laxed face. Pitch eyebrows surrounded the emeralds which were his eyes. He felt a pang of unreasonable sadness that Harry’s eyes were closed. He loved seeing Harry asleep, his face looked peaceful and younger than he remembered seeing it as if the world hadn’t marked him. Only the scar belied the truth, that the world had indeed, marked him. Draco shuddered and tried to remind himself that the worst was over and that the world wouldn’t mark him again. Draco reached out a hand and stroked the hair covered jaw of his lover before tenderly, kissing his forehead. He paused a little longer before climbing out of bed.
“Get back here!” Harry murmured; voice thick with sleep.
“Go back to sleep, Potter,” He said sassily “You’ll only get in the way!”
Harry snorted before rolling over, flashing his broad back to Draco. Draco smirked as he pulled on his sweatpants and shirt, fending off the chill in the air. He grabbed his wand and left the room, traversing the silent hallway. His footfall muffled by the thick-pile carpet before he entered the kitchen. Coffee was required for the day ahead. His mind whirred through all the potions he had to make and the marking that was required before the start of term. He sighed as he flicked his wand at the coffee pot, his stomach growled loudly as if in greeting.
“I don’t have time to eat today!” He muttered to himself as he poured the hot coffee into his waiting mug, the steam rising from the black liquid in graceful tendrils.
“What do you want for breakfast?” came a growl from the doorway, Draco looked up and smiled. Harry stood in nothing but his jeans as he stretched, showing off every muscle to great effect.
“You” He muttered as he smiled into his coffee cup.
“I’ll spoil your dinner” Harry winked as he pulled on a t-shirt. “Now, you going to help me cook up a storm?” He asked, smiling as he walked closer. Draco poured another coffee for him and handed him the cup as Harry pressed his lips against the other man’s cheek.
“I’m swamped today, I’ve got marking to do and I’ve still got to restock the potions cupboard”
“None of which should be done on an empty stomach, you tend to be such a Snape when you’re hungry!” Draco punched his arm as Harry smirked into his own cup.
“10 points from Gryffindor!” Draco smirked.
“Come on, you do the toast and I’ll do the eggs and bacon,”
“Mmm, I do love your scrambled eggs!” Draco nodded in appreciation “You drive a hard bargain, Potter!”
“Do we have an accord? I may even help you with your potions later,” Draco snorted derisively.
“No thanks, you’re atrocious at making potions!”
“True, but I can keep you topped up with coffee, and I may even make those salted caramels that you like so much”
Draco bit his lip with temptation as he quirked an eyebrow.
“Make those cheesecake brownies again and you have yourself a bargain!”
“You know, I don’t really need your help?” Harry smirked as he placed his cup down and stepped to the fridge. He pulled the eggs and bacon out and put them on the side gently before shutting the door again and leaning against it “Well? You just going to stand there? The toast won’t make itself, y’know?”
Draco rolled his eyes and swished his wand as the toaster floated out of one of the cupboards and bread proceeded to appear and drop in.
“Happy now?” He asked, sipping his coffee.
“Always with the magic! Good cooking takes time, patience and a pair of hands, not a wand!” Harry shook his head as he pulled out the frying pan and proceeded to lay the strips of bacon onto the heating surface. Before long the sound of sizzling bacon filled the air along with the delicious aroma.
“I didn’t realise this was a cookery lesson,” Draco raised an eyebrow.
“Might be, Its actually quite surprising that someone as good at potions as you can burn water,”
“That is completely inaccurate, and honestly quite insulting, Potter!”
“What you going to do about it?” Harry asked as he started to scramble the eggs with his whisk.
Draco raised his nose in the air, an air of sulky superiority surrounding him before he spoke.
“Absolutely nothing, firstly I do not fancy being mobbed by the 13 other filthy members of the Magpies and secondly, I value your scrambled eggs too much to distract you at such a vital time” Harry chuckled and Draco stole a glance of the grin on his face before feeling the grin spread to his only lips.
The toaster popped and Draco, deciding not to use magic, just to show the brutish Gryffindor, walked to the fridge, grabbed the butter dish and proceeded to spread the toast by hand. Harry’s grin widened but he didn’t comment on the action.
Once the toast was buttered and ready on the plate, Draco poured himself and Harry another cup of coffee before jumping up on the island to watch his lover work. Muscles seemed to move and ripple under the tight t-shirt he wore, so tight he would put galleons down on the fact that it was intentionally tight to distract him. Harry dished up the slightly crisped bacon and scrambled eggs onto the plates before turning around to him. He stepped towards the blond and positioned himself between his knees as he pressed his lips against Draco’s.
Draco sighed into the kiss. This was definitely the way that all mornings should start. Food, coffee, and a hot man in the kitchen. He put down his cup without looking before cupping Harry’s face in his hands, pulling him in deeper. They kissed deeply as Draco’s hands threaded through Harrys raven-locks and as Harry’s hands ran up his thighs to cup his rear.
“20 points to Gryffindor!” Draco muttered breathily as Harry slowly pulled away, His eyes sparkling in the morning light.
“I thought that kiss was more a fifty, myself!” Harry said as he pulled away reluctantly to grab the food.
“10 points from Gryffindor for being cheeky” Harry grinned as Draco hopped down to follow him to the table.
“So, you didn’t want those cheesecake brownies after all?” Harry asked knowingly.
“Alright, 50 points to Gryffindor for excellent bargaining and bribery skills” Harry laughed.
“You’re damn right!” he said before shovelling a mouthful of eggs into his mouth. Draco smiled despite himself as he too pushed the delicious food into his mouth. Definitely, the best way to start the day!