The chuckle did eventually escape him, a soft little snort under the weight of Draco’s embrace, the mattress bobbing beneath him. Turning onto his side, he chased to keep Draco in his sight, meeting the embrace half way.<br/>Harry hadn’t realised just how much the sheets smelled of Draco until Draco cuddled close and<span style="font-style: italic">didn’t</span>. Lying like this, Draco smelled of a stuffy bar and lager, and Harry couldn’t help but grin, utterly in love with the man beside him. Draco smelled of<span style="font-style: italic">Friday</span>and Harry’s heart felt like bursting knowing Draco had gotten to experience that.<br/>Without hesitation, Harry wrapped a lazy hand around Draco’s neck, fingers finding the sliver of skin beneath Draco’s shirt collar.<br/>“Yeah?” he encouraged, his smile toothy. Draco had been blurry in the doorway, far outside of Harry’s field of focus but here, now, Draco looked flushed with intoxication, and so, so beautiful. “Surprised she didn’t have you pay for all of them.”