Harry felt a little confused when his finally woke up, because for a moment, his brain did not seem to want to function. He was awake, and was looking around, but his mind didn't seem to register his surroundings. The only thing he really did know, was that he had woken because he felt cold, but that didn't make sense because it wasn't cold… suddenly he jerked to a sitting positions, his memories came flying in, and he remembered how content he had felt last night spooning Draco. Draco, who was no longer in his arms, no longer in the bed they had had sex in the night before. Harry felt a pang of irrational terror, where was Draco?

He was about ready to get up and start manually searching for him when he suddenly came sauntering into the room, naked except for the wings falling down around him and his arms full of snacks. Harry let out a sigh of relief and for a secant he wondered what had made him so terrified to find Draco gone? He dismissed the question as he inspected the snacks in Draco's arms, and suddenly he felt a flair of excitement because everyone of these snacks where the kinds people whispered about doing naughty things with. Whip cream, Chocolate, strawberries, cherries with long stews, and a few others he had never thought of sexually before but now he was. Harry looked up at Draco with a slight smirk, and Draco said in a quiet voice Harry had never heard him use before, "I'm hungry."

Harry smiled and tried not to laugh, but then frowned when he noticed Draco staring down at his feet, and not meeting his gaze. It was strange behavior for Draco, but he decided he would file it away for later, as he held up a spray can of cool whip, with a slight raised eyebrow. Draco had glanced up then with a blush he said, "That wasn't what I meant, I just grabbed anything that sounded good." Draco noticed Harry's disappointed look and added, "But if you want to take my food choices as reason to have more sex, I'm game."

Harry's grin was breathtaking in all its evil sexy glory, and his voice was low and seductive as he asked, "So can I put this all over your body and lick it off?"

Draco was still so blown away by that smile, that evil grin, which had turned him on so much, that he just nodded, not even knowing what he was consenting to. When Harry actually pulled him onto the bed and pushed him down onto his back, Draco gasped out, "Wait!"

Harry paused, about to open the cool whip package and asked, "Do you not want to?"

Draco forced himself to look away from Harry, and those gorgeous green eyes and that hot body, because they were running his hormones ragged and he needed a secant to think. Before he had come into the room with the snacks he had thought of something important, it had been completely wiped for a bit, because Draco had gotten way too caught up in Harry, but it was important. What was it he was suppose to be remembering? Draco suddenly sat up and said, "The wards!"

Harry frowned and asked, "Is that a no to more sex?"

Draco groaned and said, "No… I mean Yes… I mean… Potter the wards are going to come down soon!"

Harry grinned for a moment, seeing Draco so flustered was very appealing, but then those last words sunk in and he asked, "When?"

Draco sighed and said, "Not for a couple more hours but I need to be able to retract these" He gestures to the feathery wings on his back, which had been twitching ever so slightly, "Before people see them. Do you have any idea how much trouble I could get if I walked out with wings!"

Harry frowned and asked, "How do you retract them?"

Draco bit his lip and said in a whisper, "I don't know."

Harry sighed and said, "Do you have an idea, something you could try out and see if it works?"

Draco sighed and said, "I could try to mediate, and center my emotions… but that wouldn't work."

Harry raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why wouldn't it work?"

Draco snarled, "Because every time I look at you my hormones start going crazy, my brain gets all fuzzy, and I can't focus!"

Harry smirked and said, "Alright, I'll just go into the other room, shall I?"

Draco let out a sigh of relief as Harry left the room, and slowly he began to get himself back under control. Finally, after about ten minutes of just sitting there and forcing himself to breath evenly, he managed to make his wings fold inward and with a burst of feathers and magic, they seemed to disappear under his skin. Draco smiled and let out a whoop of victory, he was even considering doing a little dance when Harry walked back into the room to see what was going on, and suddenly, his wings ripped free of his skin.