Disclaimer: The characters are not my own. But you know that. Carry on.
Warnings: Fluffy cuteness. Innuendo.
AN: This takes place just after Draco moves in with Harry.
Harry turns the key, hearing the little click as it unlocks, and swings it open. He glances once around the little flat, taking in the surroundings, before stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.
"Alohamora works just as well as a key, you know," a voice dryly comments, coming seemingly out of thin air. A mess of blonde hair and silver eyes peek out from behind the couch cushions, smirking at Harry.
Harry grins easily, tossing his keys on the kitchen table and shedding his coat in the same moment. Winking at his boyfriend but keeping his tone nonchalant, he says "Some things I prefer to do myself."
Draco stands up at that, casually walking around the couch to stand in front of Harry. "I think I can understand that impulse."
"You can, can you?"
Draco's hands come up to touch Harry's chest, roaming for a moment before finding buttons. "Yes," he says simply.
~ Fin ~