Interlude
It felt as if time had slowed down as they lay in bed holding each other close and talking...Harry loved the easy intimacy of their relationship. They never could be in the same room without touching or being close in some small way. Their friends used to tease them about it when they had first got together. "It's all new and exciting now, but it'll fade," they'd said. It hadn't.
Five years on and they were as much in love as ever. Harry still thought that Draco was sex on legs. Draco still caught his breath at the sight of Harry's body...they still looked at each other as if there was nothing and no one in the world other than the two of them. They fought every bit as passionately as they made love, neither willing to give an inch. But they could never stay mad at each other for too long.
Draco lay in bed, holding Harry close as they continued to talk. He glanced at the clock across the room and saw that it was just past eleven in the morning. They had the whole day ahead of them and he for one, planned to spend it exactly like this, in bed, holding Harry close to him, kissing and touching whenever they felt like it, talking for hours and shagging another couple of times before the day was out.