Author: Kat (
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kat99999)Rating: NC-17
Canon: Pre-HBP
Length: 3,000 words.
Scenario: I promise not to fall asleep during sex.
Summary: "Were you sleeping?!"
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor pretend to own any characters or locations within the HP Universe, they remain the sole property of J. K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Christopher Little Agency and associates. No money is made from this work, it is purely a work of fanfiction.
Notes: The end is slightly quicker than I'd hoped, but it's coming up for 3000 words already and I lost the spark, so... voila!
Sleep
"Harry, wake up."
Harry felt himself being prodded gently in the side, and for a few moments he had no idea where he was. His eyes were closed, he knew that much, and his head was throbbing with a dull ache. As the voice repeated itself, and the prodding became somewhat more insistent, he knew where he was. He was at work, and he had fallen asleep for the second time just that week.
"Harry," Hermione poked him a little more deliberately in his side. "How could you possibly fall asleep at your desk?" When Harry opened his eyes, he was greeted with Hermione's frowning face rather uncomfortably close to his own. "We've got a lot of work to do."
Harry gave a small groan. "I think that might be the problem."
This caused Hermione to shake her head, in apparent annoyance, and she poked him completely unnecessarily, this time. "Well, perhaps if you didn't stay up all night shagging your boyfriend." Harry opened his mouth, partly in surprise and partly to protest. "Oh come on, I'm not completely sheltered, Harry. I know exactly what you two are like." She gave him a Look, and continued. "But if the rest of us manage to stay awake at work, then so should you."
Hermione raised her eyebrow at him, pulled his chair away from the desk so that his head lurched backwards violently, and left Harry's cubicle.
It was the first week of initiation for the newly qualified Aurors at the Ministry of Magic. Having worked there for just a year, it was Harry's (and the other Aurors he had graduated with) job to help them settle in. This, he was discovering, meant showing them how to do more or less everything, and then going back to correct all the mistakes they made, whilst simultaneously trying to keep up with his own job.
He felt it was perfectly reasonable to take the occasional break in his cubicle. He had never been an over-achiever like Hermione, who apparently could manage the extra workload and still have time spare to nag at Harry for not doing the same.
"Ow," he muttered aloud, as his brain gave a particularly noticeable twinge, and it was quite an effort to not just rest his forehead back on his desk. Instead, Harry forced himself to open his eyes wide, and look around the room. It was somewhat empty, with the occasional Auror milling in and out in robes, newcomers fretting and trailing after them. Everyone who had not started working at the Ministry within that week looked hassled, and every Auror who had appeared on the verge of an attack of nerves.
Harry could not help but smile slightly to himself, just as an owl dropped onto his desk with a small piece of parchment. He stared at it for a moment, wondering what nightmare task he was to complete now, before realising it was not an internal delivery.
He popped a treat in the owl's mouth, and waited until it had flown away before he unfolded the letter.
You're in for a long, hard night.
Harry glanced around the office before giving a sly smile. There was only one line of neatly written text on the parchment, but Harry didn't have to think much to know it was from Draco. These promises were delivered every now and again, when the other man was probably bored at work or at home letting his mind wander. Harry wondered which it was today, and took another glance around for safety before he turned the parchment over and started to write a message back.
"I thought you didn't have any written work to do until the weekend," Hermione said curiously as she emerged beside him, and it was all Harry could do to throw the parchment to the back end of his desk and turn around in his chair, not-so-swiftly.
He swallowed. "Oh, you know- just- not really." He cleared his throat a bit, and Hermione gave something of a knowing smile. "It's just a note."
Hermione plucked the quill out of his hand and gave the slightest shake of her head, her eyes on Harry. "Honestly, you would think you two had become bored with each other by now." Harry shrugged aimlessly, as though not knowing what else to do.
"I just thought you might want to have lunch with me," Hermione continued. "I'm not always keeping a check on you, you realise." She smiled again.
"Oh," Harry looked relieved. "Sure, then. I just want to - write my note." Hermione nodded, and when she didn't move, Harry cleared his throat a bit awkwardly. "I could meet you in a minute?"
Hermione gave him the eyebrow again. "Oh, fine. Try not to get too carried away, we only have an hour."
As she started to leave, Harry threw a piece of screwed up parchment after her. Hermione laughed.
It was much later that day when Harry returned home, to the flat that he and Draco had only very recently moved into. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he saw that it was just past eight o'clock, and he gave a sigh. It was a lot later than he had hoped it would be when he got home.
"I'm home," he called out, hauling off his robes heavily and throwing them over the side of the sofa. Harry's gaze then fell appreciatively to the sight of his boyfriend lounged out on said sofa, although the expression on his face was not a particularly friendly one. "What?"
Draco sighed and smoothly rose to his feet, plucked Harry's robes from where they had fallen, and remarked, "I've told you about throwing stuff about all over the place." He pouted a bit, before leaning in to press a kiss to the other boy's mouth. "And you're late. I missed you." His pout developed into a scowl, and Draco slumped back onto the sofa.
"Sorry," Harry replied, unable to take his eyes from Draco for a moment. He really was astoundingly beautiful, Harry decided, brushing his fingers thoughtfully over his mouth where he had just been kissed. It was surprising, how much he had settled down over the few years they had been together, and there was a definite comfort factor between them at this juncture in this relationship. But, nonetheless, Harry still managed to get caught up in Draco's appearance. Just sometimes, just for a few moments.
"So where we you?" came the whiny response, as Draco stretched his legs out onto the sofa, the gesture altogether too graceful for it to have been performed by a man. Harry supposed he was just that extra bit feminine, but still brilliantly male at the same time. Given Harry's sexuality, he supposed it was just as well.
Harry, who realised he had once again trailed off in thought, and therefore left his impatient boyfriend waiting at least two seconds for an answer, finally replied, "Oh- it's stupid at the Ministry. New Aurors. Is there any food? I'm starving."
He started toward the kitchen, before he heard Draco utter in a delicious tone, "Me too. I haven't eaten all day, you know." Harry turned around, just in time to receive an equally delicious Look from his boyfriend, and he did not hesitate for a second when he was beckoned over to the sofa.
Grinning, Harry slid easily on top of Draco, allowing himself to be drawn into a long kiss that was just open mouthed enough to make him twitch, and his breath falter somewhat. Smiling against the kiss, Harry murmured, "Liar. You've eaten chocolate today. I can taste it."
At this, Draco did not seem fazed, as he let his tongue dance a little more definitely against Harry's, until the two were caught together and there was not much room to breathe, but Harry did not need to breathe when he had this. Nothing much else was important.
"I'm still hungry," Draco murmured with a grin, and he wrestled Harry's position a bit until he could settle on top of the other boy this time. Harry felt his breath catch in his throat when Draco pushed their hips together, very very slowly and- almost painfully, it was almost enough to just- it felt very, very good. Then the good feeling disappeared, and Harry heard himself make a little noise of longing, and was embarrassed for a second, but only a second. He and Draco had danced this dance enough times to know their habits, and Harry was sure Draco was probably more in tune with Harry's noises than he was himself.
Draco was moving now, his lips trailing down Harry's neck and down his chest on top of his shirt material. Harry smiled as the other boy's hands traced their way to his thighs, the familiar little tap of his fingertips 'walking' toward his cock. Harry allowed his eyes to slip closed with a smile and a happy little noise.
He could feel the other man's eyes on him, and it was all consuming, everything was just right. As Draco's hands unzipped his trousers, and carefully slipped them away, and then removed the underwear that was by now just completely in the way - it was just as relaxing as exciting, and Harry could feel himself in a dreamlike state and-
"Harry." At the sound of his name, Harry's eyes opened suddenly, his heart right up his throat like it might have jumped out, his brain slightly fuzzy as though perhaps he had just woken up and - oh. Draco did not look impressed. In fact, he looked positively livid. "Were you sleeping?!"
Harry tried to think of the perfect thing to say, the absolute best- excuse, to get out of this, and eventually managed, "-no-" before promptly yawning.
Draco sat up, and threw his wand at him. Harry ducked, and it clattered against the window. "You were SLEEPING."
"I- look- I wasn't sleeping I was just re-"
"If you say resting your eyes, I will throw something a lot bigger than my wand at you," Draco hissed, and he glared at Harry for a long, long moment. Harry wasn't sure what was happening, if Draco wanted him to say something or was simply performing a mental curse, but he didn't like it at all. "You- you- I don't believe you!"
Harry sat up groggily, blinking hard. "It's been a really long day, I'm tired." He looked at his boyfriend, and reached out his hand a bit. Draco did not take it. "I'm sorry, alright? It's not like it's going to happen again."
Draco seemed to consider this. "Or has ever happened," he pointed out slowly, managing a sort-of-smile. Harry nodded in agreement, and smiled back. Draco's next words, however, took him a little by surprise.
"Promise."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Promise what?"
"That it will never happen again. You have to promise." Draco nodded firmly, and raised his eyebrows back at his boyfriend.
"What exactly am I signing my life to? I never know with you."
Draco gave him a look. "Just promise me you'll never fall asleep again, and we're even. No matter what. Whatever situation, wherever we are, whenever. You will never, ever- ever ever ever EVER - fall asleep on me."
"Okay," Harry shrugged.
"Say it."
Harry rolled his eyes, and held out his hand again, this time for Draco to shake, which he did. "I promise I won't fall asleep during sex, then. Did anyone ever tell you you're the most dramatic creature, Malfoy?"
A week later, and the state of chaos at the Ministry still remained. The past seven days had left Harry exhausted, and it was early Sunday morning that found him fast asleep, having crashed out on his and Draco's bed the evening before. It was a deep, satisfying sleep that had washed over him like waves, and Harry did not stir even slightly as a gentle beeping sound came from his boyfriend's side of the room.
Draco, however, opened his eyes. Reaching across carefully to tap at the small magical orb he had summoned to appear at 4.30am, he glanced at Harry and smirked. He was still asleep.
Taking this opportunity just as he had intended to, Draco pushed back the covers on his side of the bed fully, feeling a rush of cool air dance over his body. He was naked, as he always was in bed, even though he and Harry had not had sex in a few days now, given how tired the other man was. Draco did not see this as an excuse.
Draco started the procedures with his tongue.
He drew himself first on top of Harry, who stirred somewhat at the shift in weight on the bed, and on his own body. Straddling his chest, Draco leaned down, moved his face towards Harry's neck, and licked a neat line straight from the sleeping man's ear to his collarbone.
Well, he thought with a smile, something's certainly waking up. A grin settled on his face and, as early as it was, he felt perfectly awake himself. Anything to make his boyfriend keep a promise, and this rather seemed an excellent test, if he said so himself.
It was a moment before the other man stirred, as Draco pressed a few more kisses to his neck with great enjoyment. Knowing that he himself wasn't about to give up until he was fully satisfied, Draco could feel the beginnings of his own arousal, and he murmured in Harry's ear, "Are you awake?"
Harry made a mumbley noise that was half-protest, half-pleasure, and tried to roll over. When he realised he was trapped, it seemed to Draco, he opened his eyes slowly to look at the man straddling him.
"What are you�?" Harry's voice was croaky from sleep, and he blinked hard.
Draco smiled. "I'm waking you up."
This seemed to indeed wake Harry somewhat, and he glanced at the clock. "It's four thirty in the morning, Draco," he pointed out wearily, and nudged Draco a bit with one hand as though to push him off. "I'm really tired, go back to bed-" His tone was groggy and slightly annoyed, and Harry slipped his eyes closed again in what seemed like useless hope.
This caused Draco to frown. "You promised, remember?"
"At four in the morning, I don't remember anything," Harry mumbled, still attempting to tug the covers over him more, which was impossible with Draco in the way.
"You promised you wouldn't go to sleep if I wanted to have sex, and - I want to have sex."
Harry gave Draco something of an incredulous look as he opened his eyes again. "That is not what I promised," he replied, yawning as his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room. Draco could tell he was waking up properly, and that he wasn't pleased about it.
"You did!"
"I said that I wouldn't fall asleep on you again when we were having sex, I didn't say anything about you waking me up at stupid o'clock just because you want a quick shag. Go to sleep- oh-"
Harry stopped as Draco's hand settled on his cock and started to work over it slowly, his grip firming and occasionally rubbing the head gently. Draco smiled; this was progress. He could feel a moisture under his finger tips, very slight but definite, and the look on Harry's face suggested he might not be so determined to go back to sleep just yet.
Draco traced his tongue over his boyfriend's neck once more, and murmured, "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
"I really- shouldn't-" Harry gave a low sigh, and his hips pushed up a bit towards the other man's hand. "I've got work tomorrow-" The last word was followed with the slightest of moans, as Draco's hand sped up. "Fuck, Draco�"
Smiling, and feeling his own erection now press into the other boy's thigh, Draco stretched his body lazily out on top of Harry's. His hand still remained between then, pushing up and down over Harry's cock, slowly then quickly, then excruciatingly slowly again, until Harry hissed a little bit with the need of more pressure. Only then did Draco speed up again, his hand working harder and harder over his boyfriend's hard cock- and then he stopped altogether.
Harry's breath was completely erratic. "That's- that's not fair," he gasped out, trying to catch his breath and failing quite miserably. "Why did you stop?"
Draco shrugged a bit, and gave a wicked smile. "Maybe I got tired. Maybe I nearly fell asleep."
"Draco-" Harry's tone had something of a warning to it.
Rolling off Harry and still maintaining something of a naughty grin on his face, Draco shrugged as he lay beside the other man. "What? Finish yourself off, if you're that bothered."
Once again giving his boyfriend a Look, Harry remarked, "That's not exactly the same-"
"It's not very nice when someone just gives up halfway through, is it?" Draco mused as though the statement had no meaning behind it. "They just become bored and close their eyes and before you know it, you've got a mouthful o-"
"Would you shut up about that already?" Harry snapped grumpily, looking at his boyfriend with a frown. "I didn't mean to fall asleep, I already said sorry."
Draco was quiet for a moment. "And you really mean that?"
"Yes."
"You could� show me," Draco suggested, his eyes meeting Harry's. He grinned a bit, and raised one eyebrow. "You could prove just how sorry you are, if you really wanted to."
Harry raised an eyebrow back. "Oh?" As he crawled over to settle on top of Draco, he smiled somewhat. "Well- I guess seeing as I'm already awake�"
"And you're staying awake?"
Harry's smile broadened. "Promise."
