"Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry Potter enunciated loudly as he collected a dozen or so empty beauty product tubes and bottles from the bathroom that he shared with his husband.

"What is your obsession with hair gel? It's too much, I mean-" he went on as he bent down to dump them all in the trash. A very panicked looking blonde came running into the bathroom.

"Harry, what I told you? Never touch my hair products, I-" Harry held a hand up, cutting him off.

"No, Draco. I want you to explain to me right now exactly why you feel the need to occupy every waking moment lathering your head with this sticky, disgusting.." he felt squeezed a bottle on his hand and stuck his tongue out. "Ugh!" Draco looked down and blushed a deep crimson.

"I'm waiting." Harry said sassily, while tapping his foot.

"Fine!" Draco yelled, snatching his last full tube of gel from his husband's hand. "I wear the products to make sure I look good for you every time you look at me." Harry stood stunned. Draco continued, seeing the expression on his spouse's face.

"Harry, I swear to God my hair looks like a bird's nest without this stuff." Harry chuckled and sighed.

"Draco," he started. "I doubt it really looks that bad without the products, as you call them." Draco rolled his eyes and pouted like a three year old.

"I'm pretty damn well sure it does, Harry! Or why the hell else would I spend thousands of pounds a year on bottled Italian hair coloring and treatment!" Harry laughed and Draco stomped his foot.

"Are you questioning my judgement?"

"You know, Draco, you're my husband, not some little girl's Ken doll. It really wasn't in the wedding vows to spend your life grooming yourself to look like eye candy for me. I love you just the way you are, even if I do find it adorable that you're insecure around me." Draco's face brightened, looking please with himself.

"You know you're stupid, cocky, greedy, and over all a lame-arse person?" Harry smiled.

"Yes, my dear, I do." Draco turned around and began to prance off. Suddenly, Harry had an idea.

"Hey Malfoy" he called, imitating the taunts of their Hogwarts days. "Don't get too relaxed with making yourself look good for me. I still find it incredibly arousing that you sleep shirtless." harry licked his lips and raised one eyebrow seductively. Draco stared him right in the eye from the end of the hall.

"Keep your arrogance in your pants, Potter and I predict you just might get lucky tonight." He strode off, leaving Harry starstruck, with a grin on his face. He had a feeling that Draco was definitely going to be taking control that night...