"What do you want to do now?" Draco asks when she's put the washcloth aside. "Do you think you can go to sleep, or do you want to watch a movie for a bit? Maybe something else?" She settles down alongside him on the bed, and Harry rolls over to drape himself over her; slinging a leg over her waist, encircling her in his arms and burying his face in her neck. He inhales deeply, pressing his nose in the warm bit behind her ear, where she smells like sex and salt and still a bit like shampoo. 