"What is that," Draco spat when he walked into his room, an atrocious color being painted on the walls. "I said you could paint the walls, Potter, not projectile vomit on them."
Harry only laughed and dipped his brush in the can again, "And what, exactly is wrong with this color?"
"It's…so..Gryffindor."
"You say that like it's some horrible disease."
"It's not?"
Harry laughed and stood, wiping his forehead and effectively wiped metallic flecked paint across his faded scar. "Seriously, what's wrong with it? It's high taste, expensive, sparkly. What more could a gay pureblood ask more?"
"Less Gold," He grunted begrudgingly even as Harry's arms encircled his waist and tugged him close for a kiss on the cheek.
"Do you really hate it that much, or do you just hate that you like it?"
Draco looked out over the half of their room that had been freshly painted by Harry's hard-working hands. The main color was Slytherin green while everything was trimmed with Gryffindor gold that even had bits of real gold in the paint that reflected off little sparkles onto the whole room when the light was shone just right on it. It was beautiful if Draco could allow himself to admit it.
The blonde did, however, allow himself to be brought in for a passionate kiss, and he didn't even get mad when the gold paint rubbed off on him a little.
