DISCLAIMER: They're not mine. I just play. Well, I write. They play. But you get me. *grin* I don't own them.

Author's Notes: Written in 24 minutes for the early morning challenge. Woo! My second challenge, and I get two ideas for the subject! Yay me! *grin* Anyway, I hope y'all like it. Honestly, my boyfriend and I have this problem sometimes… *sigh* Gee, what a problem, huh? *grin*

And no, I didn't say anything about the Malfoys' or Dursleys' reactions to the visits, and I don't think it matters for this fic. All that matters is the boys.

Early Morning Wake-Up

By Katie of Gryffindor

"Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Draco."

The two seventeen-year-old wizards snuggled close together on the little twin-sized bed in Harry's room. Draco had come to the Dursleys' for a short visit. Neither boy could stand being away from each other for very long, so they had taken to visiting each other every other weekend. This weekend was Draco's turn to come to Harry.

Draco snuggled up next to Harry and tried to get comfortable on the tiny bed. He just could not get used to the bed after sleeping in the beds at Hogwarts, all queen-sized four-posters, as well as his roomy king-size back at the Manor. This bloody bed was just one more thing Draco hated the Dursleys for. The blonde sighed into Harry's chest and wriggled in Harry's arms, trying to find some comfortable position.

He turned over to lay on his other side. He and Harry were now laying in the position that he read some Muggle magazine describe as "spooning." Draco nuzzled the pillow and fell asleep.

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Draco's eyes fluttered open to the sight of the glaring green digits on Harry's alarm clock. 3:14 AM. Bloody hell, thought Draco. Why can I never sleep through the night here?

The lump of Harry next to him gave evidence as to the reason why. Harry was turning over onto his back, pushing Draco closer to the edge of the bed. Draco turned to face Harry, glaring.

But the glare soon faded as he looked at the slumbering Gryffindor. He's so adorable when he's asleep. Draco couldn't help but place a soft kiss on the relaxed lips of his boyfriend. The touch, no matter how soft, woke Harry easily. Draco watched Harry's eyes flutter open, gazing groggily back at him. Draco rested his head on his hand and smiled down at Harry.

Harry smiled sleepily. Quickly, though, the sleepiness faded. Replacing the bleary look was a predatory one. Harry leaned up and caught Draco's lips in a feverish kiss. A hand pulled Draco's head down, deepening the kiss.

All at once, the two teenagers felt their bodies come to full awareness. Hands started flitting over toned forms, rediscovering and revisiting all the sensitive spots.

They stripped away the pajamas in their way and caressed bare skin lovingly. Bodies were fit together easily, perfecting the puzzle of lovemaking. Stifling moans, the teens came to orgasm quickly and they fell apart in exhaustion.

After a moment filled by their sweaty bodies curled together in contentment, Draco started looking for his pajama pants. They pulled back on their respective sleepwear in comfortable silence.

Then Harry curled up in Draco's arms, pulling the blankets back over the pair.

"Good night, Draco."

"Good night, Harry."

Draco dropped a kiss on Harry's neck as he closed his eyes again. A thought passed through Draco's sleep-deprived mind just before he drifted off to dreamland.

I wonder how long we'll stay asleep this time.

He didn't know. And he didn't care. He enjoyed these early morning wake-ups. A cheerful, albeit exhausted, smile danced on Draco's lips as sleep overcame him once more.

~*~ The End~*~