Sunshine Should Be Illegal

For those who cared! If ye asks, ye shall receive!

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Harry had woken up just before 4am to a warm body pressed against his back and someone else’s snores rattling right in his ear. Carefully he had slid from the bed and pulled on a pair of boxers. He transfigured the milk crate he kept for dirty clothes into an easy chair- it was already empty as anything he wore tended to end up on the floor till he needed to wear it again or decided it needed a wash. He watched as the gorgeous man in his bed snuggled into the now-empty warm spot. He still couldn’t believe that this was happening. He’d had too many varied dreams involving platinum hair and a silky drawl to automatically discount this as reality. So he sat and watched, wanted to enjoy this simple rumbling peace for as long as possible, just in case he was dreaming.

The sun had already been up an hour before it made its way around to shine directly though the bedroom window, one ray striking Draco directly in the face. He blinked languidly, sitting up and looking around Harry’s bedroom before spying the man in question facing the bed in his magicked chair. His hair was tousled quite badly, having been wet and unbound when he went to sleep and it stood out in odd directions. The curtains flapped in a slight breeze and he was suddenly caught in full glare of the sun, highlighting every muscle of his flat stomach and the dimples in his shoulders. But most magnificent of all was the way his hair caught every drop of light, creating a blazing halo around his head and casting his aquiline features into stark relief. In short, he looked like a radiant creature fallen straight from the heavens in all its confused, resplendent glory.

Harry blinked. Then blinked again.

‘Damnit, I knew it was a dream.’ He stood up. ‘Well then, most beautiful figment of my imagination, would you care for some breakfast now?’ he walked from the room without waiting for a reply. Eccec isc is talking to yourself. Crazy is expecting a reply.

He did the morning coffee ritual slowly and meticulously so he wouldn’t have to attempt to think. He returned with two mugs, just in case his subconscious was going to be kind to him and let Draco stay alittle longer. Sure enough, as he went though the hall, there was a naked Draco walking from the bathroom back to the bedroom. He handed it over wordlessly.

‘Thanks Pott… Harry. Listen, you reckon you can lend me some trackies or boxers or something? Mine are still sopping from yesterday and I don’t fancy free-balling in these’ he held up the dress pants he had retrieved from the bathroom floor. ‘Chafes something wicked I tell you. And it’s a tad nippy now that I’m out of bed.’

Harry couldn’t help it, he glanced downwards fleetly, hiding his grin by quickly going to his dresser and pulling out a pair of clean silky boxers. They were hardly worn as he preferred the cotton kind, a present from his then-girlfriend Ginny. Draco nodded his thanks and tugged them on before returning to his coffee and sighing happily.

uid uid ambrosia mate, liquid fucking ambrosia.’ He continued to sip from the mug as he shuffled slowly out towards the kitchen, still not fully awake.

Harry’s eyes followed him, gliding over the smooth mu of of Draco’s back and the hard curve of his backside. He stifled a giggle. He’d forgotten that little detail. The boxers Ginny had given to him were plain black satin, but across the rear of them in big gold letters they read SPANK ME. Hmm, maybe it was a sign… He couldn’t resist laughing by then and started after Draco, laughing harder again when the blond turned and wrinkled his brow at him, wondering what was going on.

‘I believe you said something about food?’ he put his mug in the sink and flopped down at the small table.

Harry nodded and went to the fridge, not trusting himself to speak needlessly in case everything shattered.

‘I’m not a cereal person, but there’s butter, jam and peanut butter for toast, eggs, or I can make pancakes. If you’re really desperate for something else I can make a run to the store. I was planning on going in the next day or two anyway, it’s been awhile since my last trip. Oh, and there’s fruit if you want any.’

Draco nodded consideringly. ‘Toast is good. Medium, nothing on it.’

Harry raised an eyebrow. [Pick which one of us is used to being waited on hand and foot and the one who is used to being treated like a servant] he smiled humorlessly as he defrosted the bread and set the toaster to the right setting. First the Dursleys, then he was suddenly a wizard meant to save the whole world. And still used as an indentured slave every summer. Then Ginny. She had never been content with his love. She wanted his adoration, his attention, his time, his thoughts. Everything had had to be about her. Even when he had called off the engagement she had demanded his everything. Not just a share of his inherited fortune, but the media spotlight. She wanted the sympathy of the magical world, to bask in the comforting adoration of millions who wanted her or wanted to be her. She had taken Tobias, the Golden Retriever he had raised from an abandoned runt merely because she knew it would hurt him and make him think of her.

She had done interview after press conference after interview, telling people how he had terrorized her after staying out all night drinking (just the once, after a very long day of Quidditch practice and almost no sleep the night before due to Ginny having decided they were going out clubbing, he had come home to find her having sex on the very expensive French silk couch she’d insisted on, with Justin Finch-Fletchly who was working as a reporter. He hadn’t taken it particularly well and had thrown the bottle of beer he had just opened into the wall before storming out of the room), how he had experimented with all sorts of illegal substances and that he had BRIBED Quidditch officials to fake his test results (he had never in his life done either of such things, despite Ginny’s constant pressure to have ‘just one puff’ or ‘just one pill’ that she got from her so-called friends at the raves she was always attending) and his torrid affairs (again, it had only been her that had cheated during the three years and seven months they had been together. That freak night with Draco so long ago had happened over two months after the break-up, although it had been coming for much longer.)

As far as he knew these days, she had married some rich old idiot from the Ministry then divorced him two years later, beggaring the poor man who hadn’t thought to have a pre-nup. The toaster popped up and he deposited the plate on the table. The little trip down memory lane had left his gut roiling with all sorts of unconfronted emotions. This was real, it was all real. He desperately needed to get his thoughts together.

‘I’m uhh, I’m going to get some fruit from the greenhouse. Want anything?’

Draco looked up, his mouth full of toast. ‘Nah-uh, toas’ sis fahn.’

Harry left the kitchen as quickly as he possibly could without being rude. Pausing at the door he put on another old practice tunic that he used as a gardening smock and a pair of wellies to ward off the early morning chill that still clung to the grass along with the dew. He headed off to the small orchard and hothouse he kept for all his vegetative and minor herbal needs, taking mental notes on the way on the condition of fences and that he needed to re-shingle part of the cottage’s roof before it got to the rainy season, as a leaky roof was uncomfortable enough without the speed that the rain turned to snow this far north.

Picking a nectarine, he wandered though the trees until he came to the easternmost side, sitting down against a thick trunk to bask in the meager warmth of the early-morning sunshine as he tried to calm his mind down and stop it from cartwheeling from numbing fear to elation to shock and fear again. By the time he had sucked the last of the golden juice from his fingers and planted the pit in the hothouse he felt ready to go back and see what Draco’s thoughts on the whole situation were.

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A/N To those who like Ginny, I\'m sorry I had to make her evil, but it just seemed right. Next chap, Harry and Draco talk it out and we should have some serious smut by then! Yaaaaaay! *L*