Disclaimer: Every night I dream I own these characters, and every morning I wake up and find that J.K. Rowling still owns them. Boohoo.
Warning: This ficlet contains m/m slash (well, sort of), so if you don't like it, you can disapparate now.
Title: PERSONAL QUESTIONS
"Harry."
Harry had been sitting for a long time staring absent-mindedly at the roll of parchment in front of him without really seeing it. Now he started and looked up into Draco's eyes. They were sparkling with amusement.
"Can I ask you a very personal question?"
"How personal is it?"
"Very, very personal. You could even say – intimate."
"Uh…" Harry blinked. "Do I have to answer it?"
"No," Draco said smoothly. "But I'd like you to."
"Okay, ask it then."
"Do you cry out when you come?"
Harry froze and stared at him with his mouth half open, obviously wondering if he had really heard what he thought he heard. Then the light in his eyes slowly changed into something that made Draco feel as if his insides were melting, hotly. They looked at each other for a long time; wide innocent-looking grey eyes held by appraising, challenging green.
"Can I ask you something back?"
Draco thought he must have caught cold suddenly, for his "Yes" came out in a croak.
"Why don't you just find out for yourself?"
Grey eyes still held green, slowly shifting from fake innocence to comprehension and desire.
"Actually… now that you mention it… I think I will."
And he did.
And his Silencing charm did, indeed, prove very useful.