"What the fuck is this, Draco?"

Harry came storming into the room as Draco was startled so much he entirely fell off his bed from where he had been precariously perched at the side in his most comfortable position.

"Eugh? What?" Draco tried to untangle himself from the mess he was now in on the floor whilst Harry stood towering over him seething.

"Draco, what the everloving fuck is this shit?" his boyfriend hissed as he held up a Kindle.

Wincing, Draco decided that the 'freeze-and-play-dead' option may be the best thing to do as he saw what Harry was clutching onto.

"I can still see you, Draco, even when you don't move."

Draco's eyes burned with the urge to blink but he didn't give in. He knew that if he just held out it may be possible for him to disappear.

"Draco."

The blond sighed and uncurled himself from the floor so he could perch up on the bed once more. He debated running for it but he knew Harry could and would track him down.

Harry fixed him with a stare. "Explain. Now."

Draco's will to withstand the interrogation all but withered away with the other's one scathing look.

"I just wanted to feel something."

Draco's form scrunched up even more as Harry's stare didn't seem to improve.

"It's good stuff, alright!"

"Draco, you told me you read romance novels on this, you explicitly said that you liked the adventure ones best."

The Slytherin finally felt a bit more like himself as he sniffed petulantly. "I told no lies, Hadian, my only books downloaded onto there are romance novellas. Because, unlike you, I have taste."

He smirked.

It lasted just as long as it took for Harry to burst out in raucous laughter and the smirk fell off his face.

"Draco, my love, these are not romance books, nor are they adventure. You are reading smut, all of this is just pure, unadulterated smut."

Draco puffed up, all indignant. "It is not!"

"Priest by Sierra Simone."

"I could have just thought it was about religion."

"Taming the Beast, Emily Maguire."

"I mean, that could just be about animal domestication."

"Ravaged by the Raptors, Amber Stevens."

"I thought it was a prehistoric adventure."

"Fucked by the Wolves, a four book set by B.B. Roman."

"I… I do not have any excuse for that one. That one is pure smut."

Draco lay back on the bed, spreading his arms out above him as he eyed up Harry, still standing there in all his spicy fury.

"You wanna act out one of the chapters?" Draco wiggled his eyebrows at Harry as his smirk reappeared.

"For fuck's sake, Draco." He heard Harry mutter as he threw his poor Kindle to the side and prowled towards him.

Draco's grin only grew before it vanished altogether. But for a very different reason.

Later, as they were lying under the covers spooning and Draco wiggled his nose into the crack of Harry's neck trying to get it warmer did Harry speak. "You owe me so much for this. You have tarnished my Amazon history with your books."

Draco mumbled into Harry's neck, "I'll buy you a chocolate bouquet. And a chocolate frog."

He giggled slightly at the other's resulting huff.

"I want a box set from Hotel Chocolat as well. And don't you dare complain about how much it is, you owe me this."

"Sure, love. I'll buy you all the chocolate in the world. Maybe then we can try that scene from The Chocolatier by Nicole Gestalt?"

"I fucking hate you, Draco."