Despite the inherent familiarity that was Draco himself, there were a lot of new things tied into this morning. First and foremost, the fact that they had spent the night in Draco’s bedroom, a room Harry had only gotten a glimpse of during the entirety of his four month stay.<br/>More noticeably, however, was the fact that it was yet another weekday, and Harry really ought to get going for work.<br/>When Draco finally stirred, Harry had just stepped into his pants meaning that, for once, Harry shifted away from Draco’s touch rather than towards it. The question, however, made him snicker.<br/>Standing to pull his work trousers up over his hips, Harry turned to look at Draco, the sight immediately bringing a smile to his lips. It had been so incredibly rare that Harry was up before Draco, and there really was no telling when or if that was ever going to happen again.<br/>“Is that how it looks?” he grinned, in on the joke as he did up his fly. In reality, Harry hadn’t put any great effort into leaving unnoticed, trusting that Draco’s question had simply been a tease.<br/>Making sure to soak up Draco’s sleep-muddled expression, Harry knelt back onto the bed, finally allowing himself to chase the caress he had interrupted.<br/>“Good morning.”<br/>Resting his hand on the mattress besides Draco, Harry moved close enough to place an off-center kiss onto Draco’s lips.