"Draco! Draco!"
Harry whispered, nudging his brand new husband as they lay in bed.
"What?"
Draco turned sleepily under the covers to face Harry.
"I can't sleep."
Harry whined, knowing he sounded pathetic.
"Oh Harry, come here!"
Draco chuckled, pulling Harry into him and holding him against his chest; absent-mindedly running his fingers through the messy black hair he loved.
"I'm serious Draco; I'm so euphorically elated right now that it's preventing me from feeling tired."
Harry moaned.
"Well," Draco laughed; "I thought maybe the hours of hot sex we just had might tire you out, but you're obviously full of energy!"
"Oh shut up and just hold me Draco!"
Harry laughed too, clinging to the gorgeous body of his lover.
"Oh Potter, I do love you."
Draco smiled at him.
"Well I should hope so!"
Harry laughed lightly.
"Well I might've married you for your money; except I have loads of my own."
Draco joked.
"Honestly, you Malfoy's! Such boasters!"
Harry chuckled.
"We have lots to boast about! Well I do now, what with you on my arm!"
Draco grinned, pulling Harry in for a passionate kiss.
When their lips finally parted, Harry felt sleep coming to him as he lay entwined with the love of his life; Draco's warmth flowing through him.
"I love you Draco."
He murmured.
"You too Potter. Always."
Draco replied softly, and they both drifted into beautiful slumber.