@afilthymethod, written for @drarrymicrofic prompt: sleepy
“Oi! Don't hit me again, you maniac -”
Malfoy hit Harry a few more times with a worn looking rolled up Daily Prophet clenched in one fist.
Harry snatched the Prophet away and glowered at him.
“I had to be sure!” Malfoy said defensively.
“I woke you up ten minutes ago, and you said,” Malfoy paused, clearing his throat, and continued in a mocking, two octaves deeper voice: “'I'm awake...I'm awake, I promise-’”
“Oh, shut up and give me my glasses,” Harry grunted.
Malfoy thrusted Harry’s glasses at him. Harry grabbed them awkwardly, and put them on.
“I had no choice but to resort to desperate measures,” Malfoy said reproachfully.
"Yeah, yeah. So you say," Harry replied, adjusting the driver's seat back into a non-sleeping position.
He glanced at the clock - 1:12am.
"You always have to have the last word."
Malfoy smirked as he reclined his seat backwards.
"Enjoy your shift, Potter."
With that, Malfoy stuffed his previously discarded robe under his head and closed his eyes.
He was snoring softly within two minutes.
Harry settled into his chair and stared grimly out of the side window. This was the second night of their stakeout, and their third time sharing a space overnight. They were parked across the street from a rundown terrace.
They had been tracking an enchanted arms dealer under the suspicion that he was trading with muggles.
Malfoy had spotted their suspect walking into one of the houses on the row at 7:26pm. Another man, with a buzz cut and nondescript face arrived shortly after, at 7:38pm. Both drove plain grey vehicles.
It was possible that their cars were just a ruse - they could floo, disapparate, or portkey potentially, but last night they staggered their departures and left in their respective vehicles at 1:46. Harry couldn’t rule this option out.
Harry looked sharply at Malfoy.
Malfoy's head was mashed between the back of the passenger seat cushion and the car door. His robes had fallen behind his back, no longer supporting his neck.
Malfoy stirred, his fingers flexing and his eyebrows furrowed.
Harry stared unabashedly, feeling a shameful thrill while doing so. Malfoy had never called Harry anything other than Potter, ever. He wanted to reach out and adjust Malfoy's robe, but thought better of it.
Harry turned back to the window, feeling his heart racing. What if…?
Malfoy probably knew another Harry. It wasn't any of Harry’s business, anyway.
“Harry-" Malfoy moaned again, and it sounded obscene in the dark of the car, "Please…"
Harry took a breath, quelling the heat sweeping through him at the sound.
"MALFOY!" Harry bellowed.
Malfoy jumped, sitting up and drawing his wand in a fluid motion. He whipped his head to look at Harry for direction.
Harry returned Malfoy's gaze apologetically.
Malfoy scoffed and fell back into his seat.
"You insufferable, incompetent troglodyte. Who screams like that in the middle of a bloody stakeout?"
"I do. The car is sound proofed anyway."
"See to it that you don't anymore," Malfoy said imperiously, and his voice had an edge to it that it didn't have before.
Malfoy flopped over, his back to Harry this time.
Harry sat alone with his thoughts, occasionally looking over to observe the steady rise and fall of Malfoy's side as he slept.
Malfoy remained quiet except for his small snores.
The nondescript man came out of the building at 5:15am carrying a long, slender black bag. Harry made a note of it, and remained in the parking spot for another thirty minutes.
Then he drove away into the sunrise.
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