It was something Harry
had seen in muggle movies as a kid. The sunlight would stream in from the
window, highlighting the sleeping face of the heroine. The protagonist would
stare at their lover fondly and have an epiphany, or realise their love.
Harry found himself
thinking of that now as he stared at Draco sleeping beside him. Only there was
no sunlight. There didn’t need to be. Draco radiated a light all on his own.
And there was no epiphany for Harry either. No realisation. Only confirmation
he had made the right choice.
If it really were a
movie, he would reach a hand out and stroke Draco’s face, or place a stray hair
behind his ear. But Draco didn’t like to be touched in his sleep. Didn’t like
to be caught unaware. After what he’d been through, Harry could understand
that. He had similar fears. Although he was quite amenable to waking up to
Draco’s touch. Not that he did much. Draco slept in late these days.
Harry had learnt early
on that the longer Draco slept, the safer he felt. When they first starting
dating, Draco hardly slept at all when Harry stayed the night, and he refused
to even try Harry’s bed. But after time, the trust grew, and now Draco always
slept longer with Harry. Not that they slept apart much anymore. Only
occasionally when Harry worked overnight on a case.
Draco smiled in his
sleep. It was only small but it was enough to bring a flutter to Harry’s heart.
Even after all this time, a smile from Draco was enough to make Harry weak. In
the best possible way.
“I know you’re
watching me,” Draco mumbled, his eyes still closed. One of his hands found
Harry’s and held it, tracing the new band on Harry’s ring finger.
Harry wondered what
Draco would think if he knew Harry had been comparing their morning to muggle
movies. He smiled, realising Draco made quite the unconventional heroine.