Draco rolled onto his stomach and burrowed his head between the pillows, tears leaking down his cheeks. He realised he was crying into the pair of boxers Harry slept in that were shoved under the pillow. Draco brought them to his face to wipe away the tears and inhaled Harry’s earthy scent, like fresh soil and coffee beans and home. He was so furious at himself and extremely drunk and somehow unbelievably horny all at the same time. It was very confusing.