"DRACO MALFOY!" Harry Potter's voice echoed throughout the medium-sized flat he and his boyfriend of one year (and four months) shared, the walls reverberating from its intensity.
Draco yanked the bathroom door open and fixed Harry with an exasperated look, not caring about the Gryffindor's fierce frown in the least. Oh, he saw it. But Harry, of all people, should know that Draco loved baths. He spent at least an hour soaking in the tub every day. It was best for his skin! "This had better be important, Harry. I'm taking a bath and you know—"
Harry shoved a magazine into Draco's line of vision. "What I'd like to know is what the bloody hell you were thinking when you agreed to be featured in a magazine spread like this one!"
Draco recognized the issue immediately and was actually quite proud of it. He had grown very fond of modelling, even if his pictures didn't move. Muggles simply didn't have the privilege of using the special type of potion that photographers in the wizarding community could. Not that it affected the fact that he looked incredible in all his photos. He looked good. Period. Why, he could even make shoddy film quality look good!
He pushed his bottom lip outward in a pout he knew Harry couldn't resist focusing on. "You don't like it?"
Harry's gaze was indeed drawn to Draco's lips. But he wasn't about to be swayed so easily; not today anyway. "You were naked! Well, not exactly, but you wore nothing! And you were with a girl! In bed! In the shower!" Harry pointed an accusing finger at Draco, his eyes travelled downward, eyeing the towel wrapped around Draco's waist.
Draco captured Harry's wrist and refused to let it go when Harry tried to tug it free. "Would you rather have me in bed with a bloke?"
Harry faltered. Of course not! "I—No—Yes—"
"I love how you've become so jealous, Harry." Draco smiled a Siren's smile as he pressed Harry's hand to his chest, felt the other boy's warmth seep through him, his heartbeat accelerating. "That girl, beautiful as she is, will never make my heart pound like this, will never make my body burn with desire, will never erase thoughts of you in my mind."
Harry's resistance was crumbling. Draco also noticed that the magazine had already slipped from his grasp. He kicked it away, telling himself that he could buy himself another issue if any of his photos were damaged. He stepped closer and hooked a finger behind the knot that held the towel snug around his waist. Then he pulled, letting the towel drop.
Harry observed the slow progress of Draco's hand as he touched himself there. Blood roared in his ears and his heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He looked up and saw very raw emotions swimming in Draco's grey eyes, emotions that the blond probably would never have let anyone else to see. "I just don't want anyone else to see you so…exposed."
Draco wound his arms around Harry's neck and pressed closer, his breath fanning Harry's ear as he whispered, "Photos are just photos, Harry. Aren't you just a bit grateful that they can't move?"
Harry laughed. "I'm bloody grateful."
Draco shifted his hips provocatively. "You have me, Harry, all of me, always. I am yours and nothing can change that."