Written for The Stratified Agate Competition.

Draco woke up slowly, his mind slow for his body was far too comfortable. Ron was right next to him, his red hair on the pillow, and was still asleep. Draco felt a sleepy smile stretch onto his face before he could stop it. Ron might be an annoying weasel many times throughout the day, but Draco was always glad when he woke up with Ron having stayed over.

Though he would never admit, it made Draco feel like they actually had something real, unlike everything his father said.

Draco knew that though he and Ron might not last, they weren't a phase.

Draco rolled over and draped his arm over Ron, who turned over and mumbled something into Draco's chest, not waking up throughout the entire time.

It was ridiculously cute, though Draco would never tell Ron that. The other man already had enough ammunition against him and Draco would do his best to never give him more.

Draco knew that he was going to have a very hard time with that.

Draco looked at the time. He didn't have work today, and he knew that Ron didn't either. He didn't think neither him nor Ron needed to be anywhere for the entire day.

Draco knew what exactly they were going to do.

Right after he slept for a little bit more.