With a small shudder of pleasure, Harry pulled up and out, collapsing atop the smaller body. Malfoy sighed deeply. A pale face nuzzled into his neck, and Harry couldn't stifle a moan.
"...'Told you I'm fantastic," Malfoy drawled.
Harry grinned. "I'll never doubt you again."
A shallow breath was drawn in. Harry lifted himself up a little with the next outward one, determined to admire the view before he completely passed out. His grin broadened.
Green tinted black eye-shadow, sparkling and glossy lips, too-long lashes that sparkled when they batted – sometimes Draco was just too beautiful for his own good. Honestly, no boy had a right to look like that. All charming and gorgeous and sexy all at once. He looked like some princess out of the fairy tales. After a second of taking it all in, Harry let his eyes close, head falling down against a sweat-soaked forehead. Ginny was so right.
"Liked the view?"
"Glad I'm appreciated."
There was a moment of silence, in which both teens attempted to gain back some of the previously spent energy. After a too-long night of too-rough passion, Harry felt like he could sleep away the week.
Yet he still had enough energy to slap a hand to the hips that started squirming out from beneath him.
"Stay," Harry mumbled absently, knowing full well how tired he sounded. The warmth under him shifted, and he moved his chin from the softness of the pillow to the softness of blond strands. They smelled of perfume. "Just this once."
Again, the body shifted, and pale hands snuck up Harry's sides. They wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. It warmed him to the ends of his toes. "Don't be stupid," Draco said coldly. "Like I want to spend the night in these awful sheets, anyway. Honestly, the ones in Slytherin are much more comfortable." Harry's eyes remained closed, but he knew those lips were smirking.
"Mhmm," He sighed. Draco added something silly about 'Gryffindork bedbugs,' but Harry really wasn't listening. He moved a hand over the mouth under him to demonstrate this. Draco smirked again and kissed it.
"Not going to happen," came the muffled words against his fingers. Harry was forced to drop them when Draco moved sideways. Rolling completely out from under him, Draco practically fell off the bed, and Harry fell down against the sheets.
He only bothered opening one eye. Only because it proved a lot more rewarding to watch the real Draco tug on his pants, rather than the one in his head.
"Don't worry." Turning around, Draco shrugged his robes over his shoulders and yanked them into place. He smirked down at Harry, who lazily grinned back, and ran a careful hand through his jelled hair. He took a step towards the door. "I'll stay the whole night with you when you buy me a nice big house."
Harry snorted at the closing door. "I'll add it to my list."
Evidently, Draco was ignoring the sarcasm in Harry's voice, because his last words were, "You better, and don't skimp on it – I'm expecting a castle," before the door swung all the way closed.
Harry grinned still wider into his pillows. "Along with duct-tape for that mouth," he mumbled, before closing his eyes and willing himself straight to sleep.
Oh, and he had to remember to tell Ginny in the morning that she was only a little off.
Draco didn't really look hot in make-up.
He looked like a bloody god.