Hi, you're one of my favorite drarry blogs ever and I just want to say that I kinda love you *cue me blushing*, so can you pretty please do a short sweet little thing about my fav otp drarry cuddling and being all cutesy? Tysm ily xxx
Hi anon! You are my first anon ever, do you know that!! And such a sweet kind perfect anon at that! I am so, so, so thankful for your lovely message! (tbh I can’t really believe I could be one of your favourite blogs!) I did write up something small for you and I hope you like it. Cuddling and cuteness aren’t exactly my forte if I’m completely honest, so I hope this doesn’t suck. :) <3
Harry had never imagined he could have mornings like the one he was waking into now. Soft sunlight was flittering through the curtains, he was slowly emerging from a deep fulfilling sleep and he was breathing in the soft familiar scent of the man beside him.
There was just one thing that was wrong, he realized sleepily. He was cold.
The morning chill made him shiver slightly and he groaned. Draco had hoarded all the blankets on his side again. He extended his arm towards the body beside him, eyes still closed, and took hold of the blanket and pulled gently. ‘’Draco, ‘’ he mumbled ‘’ M’ cold.’’ The body didn’t budge.
‘’Draco,’’ he said loudly and pulled on the blankets harder. Draco muttered something that sounded awfully like shut up Potter and rolled closer to Harry, still not relinquishing his hold on the blankets though. Apparently, Harry will have to wrestle with a sleeping Draco again to get any warmth.
He cracked his eyes open, grabbed the blanket with both hands and yanked hard. This startled Draco into waking; his eyes flew open, he lifted his head in confusion, but before he could protest, Harry was already under the blankets pressing himself against Draco’s warm soft body. He sighed in contentment.
Draco, however, flinched as cold feet found his warm legs and settled between them, ‘’Get your cold feet away from me,’’ he grumbled, while wrapping an arm around Harry’s torso and burying his head against the thick black hair. Harry snuggled closer into the warmth his eyes already fluttering shut again and whispered, ‘’S’your fault. You’re the blanket thief.’’
Before sleep overcame him again he could feel a faint chuckle shaking the body wrapped around him and a faint kiss pressed into his hair.
He had never imagined he could have mornings like this, because they were better than anyone could ever imagine.