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Draco awoke Thursday morning and started to panic when he realized he wasn’t in his bedroom.
He sat on the bed with a jolt and hit something soft and warm. Immediately he turn to look what that was, and all the memories from last night came to him in a wave of butterflies in his stomach the moment he saw Potter’s sleeping face.
Remembering that long talk they had after work that eventually led to something else, he couldn’t help but grin. So, seeing that it was already late, he decided to plunge back into bed, laying on his side to admire that beautiful face.