AN: This is my first attempt at physical romance (though it's not graphic at all). Thanks to Little Lenny for the grammer change, to any of you who read this before. This is a re-post 'cause I didn't want to leave mistakes in my story. I'm thinking of writing a SiriRemy chapter next.
Disclaimer: If I was J. K. Rowling, there would be virtually no het pairing in the books.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked the blonde laying next to him.
"Thinking," Draco replied, staring at the ceiling.
"What about?" The blonde turned over to look at his lover.
"You, mostly," Draco smiled.
"Mostly?" Harry asked, running his hand through Draco's hair and drawing the smaller wizard closer.
"Completely," Draco moaned as Harry started sucking on his neck. Harry chuckled and looked up at him. "And that we don't have to hide any more now that Voldemort is dead." Harry smiled and nodded, knowing that Draco wasn't the only one who was tired of keeping their love a secret. He pulled Draco down into a soft kiss. Draco moaned softly and snuggled closer to the green-eyed man. Harry wrapped his arms around him and tucked Draco's head under his chin. The two boys closed their eyes and fell asleep, feeling safe and warm in each other's arms.