A/N: Well well well. Here I am again! It's been a while since I've wrote some Harry/Draco but it's still my all-time favourite pairing so yeah. This has no plot, but has tonnes of pure fluff. This is set during their fifth year because post-Hogwarts is shit boring!

Disclaimer: The characters, unfortunately, don't belong to me! Gutted.

Cockslap

"You tired, sweetheart?" I said, tickling the shadow of stubble that had grown on his chin. He responded by purring and pushing his face into my hand. I brushed my fingers across his cheekbone and smiled. This was how it always was with him.

He grunted and pushed his head further into my neck, his light breath tickling the bare skin. His fingers fisted around the corner of my t-shirt and he grinned with heavy lidded eyes when his thumb finally came into contact with my stomach. He stroked the golden skin in circular motion, his eyes still squeezed shut.

"I'll take that as a yes then." I chuckled. "Do you want me to carry you up to bed?"

Draco grunted again and stretched his arms up above his head. His t-shirt rode up his tummy and I grinned. I would not pass up this chance to tickle the hell out of him. I walked my fingertips and followed his happy trail. Scrunching my fingers up, I dug them just above his bellybutton. He squirmed, giggled and begged for me to stop.

"Y-y-you ba-AH-bastard!" The blond boy gasped, tears running down his crimson cheeks. He began to calm down as I laced my wondering fingers with his.

"At least I'm your bastard." I whispered against his ear, kissing the path down his earlobe. I dropped light pecks down his jawline and dragged my tongue towards his lips. I pressed one last kiss to the corner of his mouth and his body trembled at my touch.

"I hate you Potter, I'm tired and you decide to take advantage of me. You're so rude sometimes." Draco turned his body so that he was facing me and I scanned his face. He really was beautiful - his silver eyes shone and his skin, even with a weeks worth of stubble, was flawless. His hair was mussed in a "I've-just-been-throughly-shagged" sort of way and his eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion. He pressed his forehead against mine and sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he exhaled.

"Carry me up to bed you big homosexual. I'm simply too tired to stand on my feet after you treated me so rudely." He yawned. I rubbed my nose against his and kissed him on the lips. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders protectively, I whispered my apologies.

"I'm sorry my lovely," I said, kissing him on the shoulder, "I'll never do it ever again."

"Woah woah woah take that back Scarhead, I still want to be taken advantage of! What do you think I am, a fuckin' woman?"

Pressing a kiss to his crown, I chuckled and stood up with him gathered in my arms. God he really was a tiny little bastard.

"I love you gay boy. Even if you do abuse me so." Draco muttered with his arms wound around my neck. He kissed the tip of my nose and lay his head on my chest, placing a light kiss there as well.

"I love you more, you homosexual cockslap. Even if you do have smelly feet and a reoccurring habit of pissing on the toilet seat."

He silenced me with a kiss.

Fin.

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