This was made for my good friend Wyrem. Since I didn't give her a present for her birthday, and she loves these two (just like me, hurhur), I decided to write this for her.

If you can't take bantering or teasing without any plot, then I suggest you leave since this is mostly for kicks and giggles.

Disclaimer: Don't own them nor making a profit.

Bedtime

"Hey Potter. Move over, I'm hanging off the bed."

"Well, I am too."

"Then get on me."

"What?!"

"Hey now," Draco said while turning his head to turn to look at a now blushing Harry. Good thing it was night time. "You shouldn't be so surprised after we've been doing it since last-"

"If I get on you, you'll devour me again!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"It is!"

Draco just smirked while he took Harry's chin, "If I fall over tonight, you'll definitely be devoured for a whole day."

"You - Is that even possible?!"

"Just get on me Potter and stop whining about it."

"You're the one that brought it up," mumbled Harry. Draco ran his finger over Harry's lips before moving his foot to poke Harry with it and kept on doing it

"All right, all right! I'll get on you-oooou!"

THUD!

"Oww," said Harry down below on the floor since Draco had pushed him over and he didn't have enough time to latch on the bed like a cat.

"Well, that's another way," said a smirking Draco while moving in the middle.

"Hey!" Harry immediately scrambled up and tried to squeeze in but Draco didn't even budge. "Hey, hey! Let me in!"

"Not even the hair from my head - and not just this one connected to my nec-" Harry had grabbed his pillow and smacked Draco on the back before getting his butt with it.

"Oh Potter, that feels wonderful."

"Malfoy, let me on!"

"Sleep on the floor. You had your chance."

"You pushed me off the bed!"

"You were the weakling."

"You're...you're! Oh bloody hell, this is complete bullocks. I'm sleeping in the living room."

Draco just snickered, "I guess I do wear the pants in this relationship-"

"You do not," bellowed Harry from outside the room.

"Who's sleeping in the bed, huh? Huh? Didn't think so, Potter."

"Bloody hell Malfoy, just go to sleep."

"But I want my Potter teddy."

"...what the - Malfoy, stop speaking nonsense. You're the one that didn't want me to get-"

"You just can't take a joke, can you Harry? Now get your butt in here or I'll drag you in myself."

"Sleep. I need. No- Wait a minute, did you just call me Harry?"

"Is it really that much of a surprise, Harry?"

"Well, yeah."

"...hmm, guess it is. All right, how about this: Harry muffin." Draco's voice was now high pitched, just to tease Harry. "Would you please come over here? I want to kiss you over until my lips are sore."

"Oh Merlin. Why?!"

"Then," continued Draco, "We can hug all night long in the non-existent moonlight-"

"Malfoy!"

"-and then we shall-"

"Draco! Just..shut. Up!"

"All right fine, we won't have sex."

Needless to say, Harry got up and went into the room to jump upon Draco, who devoured him most of the night and left many kiss marks upon his body. Oh, and his ass was so sore the next morning that he couldn't even go to work.

Draco had come with the excuse that went along like this: "He went riding yesterday. Hm? No, no, no not a horse - nah. Just...a dragon."

When Harry went back to work, he was asked what type of dragon he had ridden.

That's where we end this little story. Hope those of you who read it enjoyed it and I may - maaay - continue this if ya'll want more.

Until then, thanks for reading!