Earning a Name

He woke with a pleasant tingling
behind his ear, making him snuggle toward the source of the pleasant wake-up
call. Yesterday had been… odd, to say the least. Not bad, far from it, but odd.

His discovery of the enigmatically placed
nursery had eaten up most of his morning, though he did start to explore the heir
suit before he had to make his way down to lunch; an exploration he finished
thereafter when his master had noted that he’d be busy for the remainder of the
afternoon, basically telling Draco to go and entertain himself. Again, no
order… not even a restriction to stay within the Manor this time, though Draco
half-figured the earlier restrictions still applied. And, on top of it all, the
brunette had yet to make a pass at him the entire day. Nothing.
No grope, no teasing, no half-intimate contact whatsoever- unless you count the
time he had pulled Draco up onto his lap at lunch before eating and feeding him
as usual.

Draco didn’t exactly mind not being
driven half-mad with need for once, in all honesty, but he had come to depend on a routine as to know what he could expect,
and this sharp deviation was quite unsettling.
He only hoped that it didn’t mean that Potter had gotten what he wanted, and now
could go about ignoring the poor blonde as he pleased. Then again, there style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>was the fact that Blaise
had once again made an appearance, and was presently snoring in the very room
Draco had lounged about the morning before... the fact that Potter was style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>here a testament that not style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>everything, at least, had changed.

“You up, Pet?” a voice murmured
above him, the tingling gone as it did.

He had really liked the tingling, too.

“Come now, can’t be lazingstyle='mso-spacerun:yes'> about all day, now.”

He opened his eyes, slightly confused when he saw the empty
wall a ways before him; the wall next to which his cot should rest.

Draco looked up suddenly, green eyes dancing with amusement
meeting him.

The elves had moved his cot
sometime yesterday or the night before…he remembered now. It had shocked him
when he had gone up to bed last night, too, wondering why it had been scooted next to the huge bed Potter normally
occupied. The tingling came back. Oh, was that
what it was?

“You’re not much of a morning person, are you?” the brunette
asked, chuckling as his hand continued to play in Draco's hair.

“Erm.. class=GramE>no, not particularly.” Draco agreed, adding “Not when I
don’t have to be right up and out, at least.” as an aside before including
“Master.” as an afterthought. Too early to have the green eyes angry. class=GramE>Definitely too early.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“Up and out then, Pet, I still have to take care of one
thing before we have to go to breakfast with Blaise,
so you’d best hurry it a bit. Come now, up you get.”

Draco
showered in a daze, trying once again to figure out what was going on, and not
just due to the light parting swap at his ass Potter had used to send him on
his way. At least he was nearly positive his earlier…fear? Misgiving? class=GramE>Annoyance? ... was perhaps
unfounded.