“Are they gone, then?”
Harry trailed his fingers once more through the fine, soft strands of Draco's hair at the base of his skull. “Well, I think so, but I can't see from here. Why don't you check?”
Draco gave a wordless grumble, but heaved his head off of Harry's chest and sat back to look over his shoulder. Then he turned back around, disentangled himself from Harry's legs, and lay down next to him instead. “Yeah, they're gone,” he confirmed.
Harry rolled onto his side, into Draco's arms and tucked his head under Draco's chin. Draco's hands were drifting across his skin, lazy and lingering, and they lay quietly for a little while.
“So, do you think that little display helped in any way?” Draco asked finally, voice a little muffled by Harry's hair as he pressed a kiss into it.
Harry sighed in pleasure and stretched lazily against him. “We'll see. And if it didn't, we can always try again until they get it.”
Draco pulled back slightly at that, enough to look down and catch Harry's eye. Harry grinned up at him. Draco raised an eyebrow. “Are you quite certain that you don't have a secret kink for exhibitionism?”
“Hm.” Harry thought about it for a moment. “Well, maybe I do. Just a tiny little bit. Didn't you have fun?”
Draco shrugged, and ran his fingertips through Harry's fringe. “It was sex. Of course I had fun. But I don't think I share that particular kink of yours. I'm more comfortable when we're alone.”
“Oh, well. We don't have to, if you don't like it.”
Draco smiled and leaned in to press a kiss between Harry's eyebrows. “No need to sound so disappointed, love. I'm perfectly willing to indulge you every now and then.”
Harry grinned and drew Draco's head down for a kiss. “Have I told you recently that you're the best boyfriend in the world?”

When Malfoy stepped out of the Room of Requirement, he looked just like he always did: obnoxiously pressed and polished, arrogant and haughty and like he thought he was so much better than everyone else.
“Granger. Weasley.” He sneered at them, then turned to Harry, face devoid of any expression. “I'll see you tomorrow.” It was an order more than anything, and he didn't even wait for Harry's acknowledging nod, didn't answer the slight smile Harry gave him. He just strutted off down the corridor.
Harry, on the other hand, was ruffled and obviously hastily dressed, and Ron thought he'd have known they'd been shagging even if he hadn't seen it. Harry gave them a smile, crooked and a little embarrassed.
“I'm sorry, have you been waiting long?”
Ron exchanged a slightly panicked look with Hermione, and they both quickly denied. Harry smiled again, and led the way back into the Room of Requirement. This time, it was their usual room.
Ron gave the back of Harry's head a puzzled frown as he followed him to the couch.
Whatever his best mate had going on with Malfoy– he just didn't get it.

Fin