"Harry, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Scared, Draco?"
Draco rolled his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, glaring at Harry from where he lay on their bed.
"Are you serious?"
"Huh?"
"Do you actually want me to say it?"
Harry's head popped out from behind the video camera he was charming to hover in the air, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.
"Yes, I do…but wait until the camera's on, I want to document it on film."
Draco rolled his eyes at his boyfriend but said nothing.
"There!" harry exhaled, "done!"
"So it's filming then?" Draco asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"Yep…now you can say the words…"
Draco blushed, his eyes flicking between the camera and Harry. Harry crept up to Draco and planted a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth.
"What's the matter, you're usually so mouthy during sex…" Harry slithered closer, letting their bare chest's rub lightly and placed a few more kisses to Draco's lips. Draco returned them half-heartedly, his eyes still darting to the camera quivering in the air.
"And here I thought a drama-queen like you would love to be put in front of a camera…"
Draco glared slightly at the remark. And harrumphed his discontentment.
"What," Harry said, the cheeky grin returned to his face, "scared, Malfoy?"
Draco's eyes narrowed and zoomed in on Harry's.
"You wish."