Draco and Harry walked through Diagon Alley, holding hands. Draco pulled Harry into Flourish and Blotts to buy a new book that he wanted. As they browsed the book shelves, they bumped into Ron and Hermione. "Hey Harry, Draco." Hermione said, embracing them both, before slipping her hand into Ron's. "Hey." Ron murmured, he still didn't approve of Harry and Draco's relationship.
"Hello Hermione, Ron." Draco said, a slightly taunting edge to his voice. He wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulder and smiled at them. "Fancy seeing you here." Harry said, directing it more to Ron than Hermione.
"We just came for the new book out about the war, it was written by Dennis Creevey, you know, Colin's brother and it has four whole pages dedicated to the people who died in it."
Harry shifted awkwardly on his feet and leaned slightly into Draco. "Really?" Draco asked, "That's what we've come here for again."
Ten minutes later they said goodbye to each other and Harry and Draco set off down Diagon Alley again. They came to a stop outside the ice cream shop and walked in.
Draco and Harry took a seat outside of Florean Fortescue's, which had been taken over by Padma and Parvati Patil in his absence. Draco grinned across the table at Harry and slipped his hand into Harry's. "Why are you grinning like that?" Harry asked softly.
"Well, I've been getting a lot of questions of your… fan girls-"
"Oh god."
Draco ignored him and carried on, "and they asked me how good you were in bed." Harry choked on his ice cream and looked up at Draco through watery eyes. "What? What makes them assume that I've sle- slept with you?"
Draco grinned sheepishly, "I may have told them that you have."
"What!" Draco held his hands up, "They asked me." Harry glared at him. "They also asked who was bottom."
Harry choked harder this time and tears run down his face, Draco slapped him on the back and Harry wiped his face. "What did you say?" Harry asked, fearing the answer.
"I told that the truth, that you were bottom and you very well enjoyed it." Harry's mouth dropped open and he started stuttering, but then caught the slight grin on Draco's face and a look of understanding came over his face.
"There were no fan girls were there?" Harry asked, to which Draco replied with a shake of his head. Harry leaned over and punched him in the arm.
"Draco, you arse!" He said and Draco started laughing. "But you still love me." Draco reasoned and smiled innocently at him.
"Urg. You're right, I do." Harry grumbled, before pressing his lips to Draco's.